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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Come_Eating, Self-Lubrication, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, slight_Come
      Inflation, Size_Kink, Size_Difference, Bunbert
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-26 Words: 4192
****** Lop-eared ******
by Muucifer
Summary
     Animal Planet brings up some untimely questions.
There was something unhealthily satisfying about having a bunny boy sprawled
across his lap whining pitifully. Said bunny squirms, rolls over, and nuzzles
his chest. Bro drops a large hand on his head, right between the two large lop
ears, and scratches his hair. John turns up into the touch, humming happily.
Something – really - unhealthily satisfying.
John tilts his pretty face up to him and parts those soft pink lips, “Broooo!
Come on don’t stop!” How nice it’d be to hear those exact words while John was
bent over in front of him. He resumes petting the thick black locks of hair,
fine and softer than silk. John squeaks a happy noise and buries his face in
Bro’s abs.
Bro had obtained John a few months back, when the little bunny had clung to him
in the rain begging for food and crying. He couldn’t resist those big blue eyes
full of tears. Or the cute fluffy tail that twitched when the boy shivered. Or
the perfectly round butt said cute fluffy tail was attached to. In the end Bro
had taken him home without too much of a fuss. John adjusted to living with him
well, and melted into his and Dave’s everyday life with ease. Regardless, John
spent most of his time curled up to Bro’s side and hadn’t spent much time with
Dave. As a result, though the two younger ones were close, John was quite
attached to Bro.
Things had ended up like this; John innocently rubbing his dick in all the
right ways while being blissfully unaware of the reaction he was getting from
Bro. They spent most days sprawled out on the couch together while Bro worked,
John occasionally helping by fetching fabric or posing with the newest models
for Bro to take pictures of. He still doesn’t know what exactly the smuppets
were for. Bro plans to keep it that way. No need to corrupt the sweet li’l
thing. Yet. To be truthful Bro really just wanted to flip him over and fuck his
brains into the couch. If John kept rubbing his nose against the top hem of his
pants, it was going to happen sooner rather than later.
Bro shifts, trying to subtly adjust the tent in his pants without alerting John
to its presence. The tiny brunette mumbles, pouting up a him, before settling
back down. His little fingers curl into Bro’s inner thigh and his frail body
balls itself up until he was a round, squishy mass against Bro’s side. God he
was adorable. One of Bro’s hands stays in John’s hair while the other makes
itself busy with the television remote, trying to flip through and find
something that would distract him from the warm puffs of air breezing across
the head of his cock through the denim.
Just as he makes it to the animal planet, John rolls over and tucks his face
into Bro’s thigh, eyes peering up at the screen through the curtain of his
hair. A quick whoosh of air is sucked in through clenched teeth, Bro exhaling
slowly when John huddles back down. Large fingers tighten subconsciously, then
flip one floppy ear back when it slips over John’s face. A happy sigh greets
him, John’s soft voice thanking him before fading back as he focuses on the
show playing. A nature documentary about rabbits. How cliché.
“Hey Bro, do you think I’m like a normal bunny?” He doesn’t turn to face him,
instead keeping his eyes glued to the screen like it might answer all the
questions he has about life. It actually might do that.
“I think yer a brat who really needs to learn personal space, so yeah.” His
answer earns him a nearly silent oh then John goes quiet, his should slumping
just the slightest. Fuck. “But yer cute so I’ll let it slide. Don’ know what
I’d do without my bunny sidekick.” This gets a small giggle and John perks back
up.
Once he stops moving so much, Bro actually manages to will his cock down and
pay attention to the information being presented. Growing up he never had pets,
and in the apartment he could never let Dave get one. So his knowledge of
things like rabbits, cats, or dogs was limited. John watches with rapt
attention, tossing hushed questions at Bro once in awhile. Near a half hour in,
they begin talking about rabbits going into heat.
That’s also the time when John starts wiggling around more. Pink begins to dye
the tips of his ears, and he goes uncharacteristically silent. Not even a
giggle. Bro traces a finger across the boy’s thin shoulders, relishing the way
John shudders and hunches away from him. Even the back of his neck is red.
Careful to keep his lower body still, Bro leans forward just enough to examine
the front of John’s short – tooshort - bottoms. There’s a slight, but visible,
tent bulge forming, and John crosses his thighs to hide it.
When he speaks up again, his voice is more air than words, “Bro, do you think a
bunny like me could go into heat too? Just like a regular bunny?” Bro lets one
hand slide down to John’s waist, and strokes his thumb across the thin shirt
fabric.
“Yeah, I ‘spose so. It wouldn’t be that much of a stretch.” John nods again,
mumbling low enough that Bro can’t hear him. Of its own accord, Bro’s hand
finds its way to the hem of John’s shirt, lifting it up and snaking under it to
soak in John’s body heat and the feel of his silky skin. His focus is directed
purely towards John, how young and sweet he is. He wants nothing more than to
hoist him up, cover him in kisses, and taste him.
Suddenly John’s sitting up and sliding away from him, face turned away and
every exposed bit of skin a deep red. “John, ya’lright?” The slight flinch he
gets when he reaches for John hurts more than it should, but he lays a hand
over John’s shoulder lightly anyway. Still looking in the other direct, John
leans into the touch but doesn’t say a word. “Come ‘ere.” Shaking oh so
slightly, John inches back to him. Bro bows his head and strokes one of John’s
long ears, “What’s wrong?”
John’s voice is strained, “I’m- I feel funny.”
He should have expected that. Bro tugs the boy back onto his lap and shushes
him gently. Sure enough, there’s a dark spot forming on the front of John’s
bottoms and his plump lower lip is trembling as he sucks in deep gulps of air.
Slowly, John begins to rock down onto Bro’s thighs, spreading his own apart to
sink lower and Bro can feel the warmth of his erection even through all three
layers of fabric. Now he wished he’d sprung for the boxers this morning, the
metal of his zipper was chafing uncomfortably with every movement of John’s
body. He was painfully hard, trying desperately to not pull John against his
chest and grind against the miniscule space between his pearl-white thighs.
A short gasp is all it takes for his resolve to crumble. His hands grip John
arms, guiding him easily – John was so small too small – to his chest. John’s
light voice is cut off when Bro’s dick lodges itself right in the crevice of
his ass and presses the dampening fabric of the boy’s underwear against his
taint. Rather than move away, John speeds up, lithe body bounce and grinding as
he tries to get more contact and more pressure. Bro drops his hands to John’s
hips, holding them lightly before bucking up against John the moment the
bunnyboy rolls down. The result is John’s puff-ball tail twitching erratically
while the rest of his body seizes and he all but screams. A mess of black hair
collides with his shoulder, John’s hands grab at any part of Bro he can reach,
and Bro slowly slides against John to milk him through his release.
With a final full-body spasm, John slumps into Bro’s arms. There’s a large dark
blotch on his crotch, one that Bro eyes. He really wants to yank the boy’s
shorts off and lick him clean. Wants to let the little cock sit on his tongue.
John’s nose bumps his jaw, nervousness filling big blue eyes. His lips move
before he really registers what he’s doing, pressing softly against the little
button of cartilage before lowering farther to linger on John’s. The response
is slow but eager, John practically melting into the kiss.
Bro separates first, “Yer a mess.” Nod. “Here, lemme…” He trails off, hands
fumbling with the catch of John’s shorts. It takes him a few moments, too
pumped on arousal and want to hold his hands steady, but he gets it undone and
shoves the wet material down until they hook on John’s knees. His undies are
discarded as well, and John wiggles his legs until both garments flop to the
ground with a squelch. With that, his perky round bottom is pressed directly
into Bro’s erection. He squirms and sighs contently when he adjusts himself so
that it’s pressing against his perineum.
Something that doesn’t feel like come soaks the front of his pants. It’s warm
and thin, easily coating the bulge until Bro can feel it directly on his cock.
A thoughtless groan tumbles from his throat before he can stop it, and with
less care than he’d admit to, he pushes John to one side and nearly rips his
pants shoving them off. John settles back on his lap when he’s done, this time
facing him.
“Bro, are you going to fuck me?” If he had water in his mouth, there’s no doubt
it would have came out his nose. Even he can’t mask the widening of his eyes
and his jaw drops.
Swallowing the sand in his mouth, he croaks out, “If you want me to. Do you
want my dick, baby bunny?” The tail resting tauntingly against the base of his
dick twitches at that, and he fights down a groan. John bounces up to mesh
their mouths together, whimpering around Bro’s tongue when it laps at him. Take
that as a yes. Careful maneuvering gets the two of them stretched out on the
couch, John laid out under Bro.
Starting at the bridge of John’s nose, Bro makes his way down, covering as much
of John’s skin in kisses as he can. Taut pink nipples greet him halfway, and he
stops to swirl his tongue around each before continuing. The short movement
makes John whine, arching up and digging his fingers in Bro’s hair. As he
ventures lower still, John’s flushed cock bobs against his jaw, already hard
and weeping. Shit the kid’s got stamina. There are thick pearls of white stuck
to him where they didn’t wipe off with his bottoms. Bro takes his time licking
every inch clean before laving his tongue over the slit at the top. Salty,
slightly bitter, but so very John. There’s a distinct smell of arousal that he
didn’t notice before, and it’s definitely coming from the slick that coats
John’s inner thighs.
That’s new. He swipes a finger through it, tracing designs into the clear
fluid. Intrigued, he brings it up and sucks it. Tastes sweet. Shrugging, Bro
dips down to clean that up as well. It leads him to the pucker hidden away
between the plush swells of John’s ass. Another rush of the slick floods out
the moment Bro’s tongue touches him, and he swallows it down far more excitedly
than he should. John wiggles on his tongue, voice escalating as Bro slides more
in. When it doesn’t get him quite far enough, Bro pulls back and reattaches his
mouth to the base of John’s cock.
His fingers take over, one pressing in as quickly as John will let it. But the
boy is soso pliant, his tight entrance opens around Bro and lets him in with
one push. The sight of him stretched around one finger is amazing enough, all
vibrant pinks and fluttering happiness, that Bro wastes no time in aligning a
second digit and letting John have that as well. Orange eyes train to the scene
until he moves his mouth up to plant tender kiss to the small pouch of chub
John has developed since living with them.
They never involved him in their fights. John was short compared to Dave, and
Dave was by no means tall. John insisted, when they asked, that he really
wasn’t that young. Further investigation proved that his type did, of course,
stay fairly tiny. But despite his age probably not being a lie, they still
couldn’t bring themselves to draw a blade on him. Junk food manifested as a
tiny tummy pocket and supple thighs, and Bro was more than happy to keep John
this way.
Three fingers are there before long, and John whimpers at the burn but rolls
back into it anyway. His hole drips around Bro’s fingers, wave after delicious
wave of slick pouring down Bro’s hand and staining the couch. More curious than
anything, he curls his fingers, letting them brush long strokes over John’s
inner walls. The effect is immediate, John arches up and claws at his
shoulders, throat scratching as he tries to make noise with no air in his
lungs. Well, never seen a virgin do that before. So he does it again. John lets
out a sharp cry and finishes across his stomach, cock pulsing under his lips
where he’s re-affixed them.
He pops a fourth finger in once John’s gone limp, letting it split the boy open
farther. John mewls and tugs at his hair, hushed whines taking over when his
poor soft dick twitches. Against the cushions, Bro watches in fascination as
John’s tail shivers. Finally removing all four fingers, Bro pushes himself back
up to kiss John’s pliant mouth. He runs the hand that hadn’t been buried in
John’s ass down one lop ear. Tenderly he brings it up and kisses it. When John
giggles tiredly, he nips at it.
“Hey Bro what do you think Dave would do if he walked in right now?”
Bend you over and fuck you senseless now that I’ve done the dirty work. “Scream
like a li’l bitch.”
“Haha you’re totally right he’s such a loser!” God John was a brat. But with an
ass like that he was forgiven. Once John settles back down, Bro rolls him over
onto his stomach, rubbing the small of the boy’s back soothingly. John squirms
and presses up into him, sighing contently. In doing so, he presents his ass to
Bro. Clear liquid drips down John’s thighs, and more appears every second. No
need for lube apparently. Rather Bro slips his cock between the round swells,
rutting against him until his cock is well and prepped with John’s natural
slick.
John rubs back on him, begging under his breath until Bro nudges the head of
his cock against his entrance. Bro bends down, planting light kisses along
John’s neck. When John whines impatiently and tries to fuck himself backwards,
Bro sinks into him. Just until he’s past the first rung and the flare of his
corona is tucked inside John’s heat, then he stops and waits for John to ask
for more. The tightness around him makes it hard to focus on anything but the
thoughts of pounding the boy going through his head. Warmth spreads from their
connection out through his body, nestling in his heart.
With a careful hand he rakes his fingers through John’s hair and turns the
boy’s face to pepper little pecks across his jawline. John smiles, tilting
further to meet his lips. It’s more teeth and tongue than anything, and by the
time Bro pulls back there’s too much drool running down his chin and John’s
panting so hard it’s not a kiss. A few more inches, then John clamps back down
around him and tears drip down his cheeks. Bro kisses them away as best he can,
catching the others with his thumb.
They take it slow, and after what feels like forever, Bro’s seated to the hilt
and John’s stretched around him like eternity. Under Bro’s body and around his
cock, if feels like he could break with the smallest wrong move. Bro gently
encourages John to loosen up, coaxing him with teasing touches on his cock and
sweet murmurs and hot fingers in his hair. What feels like an infinity later,
John’s not so constricted and Bro can pull out. He drags his cock against the
rim, letting it glide out with slow, slow movements. Just before the head slips
out, Bro rams back in, the force of it knocking John forward. The brunette
scrabbles across the futon cover, trying to find purchase as Bro continues
without relent.
Without letting up his brutal pace, Bro lifts John up and sits back. The little
boy grabs at the top of the couch, the other hand digging into Bro’s thigh for
support while he bounces on Bro’s lap. The entire length of Bro’s cock
disappears into John, his small body taking it with more ease than Bro thought
possible. Selfishly he wants to see John’s face while the boy does the work.
That in mind, he hoists John up until his dick slides out.
“Nono Bro what are- I was-” the rest of his sentence his drowned in a high
pitched cry when Bro spins him around and drops him back down. John takes him
all the way as his knees buckle against Bro’s hips, and thin pale arms loop
around his neck. Bro guides John’s movements, caressing his sides as John sets
up the beat. Glancing down, Bro enjoys the fine view of John taking his length,
of John stretched wide around his girth. Something catches his eyes, behind the
rhythmic bob of John’s short prick. The small pouch of chub ripples every time
Bro hits home, and not because John’s moving.
Bro groans, and John shoots up to latch him mouth to the underside of Bro’s
chin. He can feel every vibration of Bro’s vocal chords under his lips. His
hands slip along Bro’s arms, damp with sweat and strained tight. He’s so soft
compared to Bro. So frail and young. His heat drips down onto the junction of
their bodies, forming a hot pool before moving onto the couch. Bro reaches one
hand up to brush sweat-damp locks off of John’s forehead, and the bun squeaks,
nuzzling his hand automatically as his hips keep moving.
Bro’s so big inside. He touches every spot all at once, the stimulation almost
overpowering. But in the back of John’s hazy mind, he thinks of all the ways
they could have been doing this before. If he told Bro this was his first heat,
obviously, would Bro regret it? He hopes not. Bro bumps against something that
knocks the air right out of his lungs. That spot he’d hit earlier. Anxious to
find it again, John curls his fingers into Bro’s hair and uses it to adjust the
angle when he bounces down the next time. There’s help when Bro realizes what
he’s doing and shifts his own hips while holding John still.
Again; John moans. And again; John’s body stills as he tries pitifully to keep
moving but there’s too many electrical surges pulsing through his body, his
visions too white, his arms too heavy like lead. Bro takes the hint though and
fucks up into John while he spills a pathetic amount between them. The nearly
dry release doesn’t go unappreciated though, as his walls clench down around
Bro, locking him inside. Bro doesn’t stop though, and keeps his hips moving
despite it.
John collapses into his chest, mewling contently while Bro rolls his hips up
lazily. Bro’s hands find John’s plump bottom, kneading it around his erection
while it slips in and out. John’s heat dies down, and the temperature of his
body decreases until he’s pleasantly warm. He wriggles around on Bro, urging
him to speed back up, and for once Bro listens.
The sound of skin on skin fills the room as Bro pushes John back onto the
couch, laying him down and hovering over him. From this angle, he could see the
slight shape of his dick and the flushed patches of John’s skin, as well as the
myriad of marks he’d left. Fluffy dark ears frame John’s face, bringing out the
red in his cheeks and lips and making those crystal eyes stand out all the
more. The need in his body is squashed by the overwhelming affection he has.
But he’s so close and as narrow eyes focus on John’s entrance swallowing him
with sloppy motions, he’s coasting through his release.
It comes sudden but lingers as his hips keep rocking while he pumps into John.
Below him, John gasps and whines and whimpers, making all these needy noises as
heat cascades over him from the inside. Bro’s hot and it never seems to stop,
even when John’s legs begin to tremble and he begs and begs Bro. For what, he’s
not sure. The words coming from his mouth never reach his own ears, but they do
reach Bro’s. His round tummy ripples as Bro gradually stops until he’s seated
as far inside as he can be and locking the sticky mess inside, making him just
the slightest bit more plump.
Bro props himself on his elbows, kissing the small bunny’s nose and cheeks and
lips over and over again until John bats him away with a smile. Gold fingers
catch John’s own cream ones, wrapping them up in a tender grip. They lay there
blissfully, John breathing evenly and Bro’s lips touching any bit of skin he
can reach. When he finally decides to sit back up, John can’t help but moan as
Bro’s softened length slides halfheartedly. A quick survey shows John just a
bit rounder than he was before. Curiosity takes over, and Bro places one hand
on the slight lump of tummy and presses down. John’s voice breaks as he
squeaks, flailing as Bro continues. Inside, he can feel the shift of his come
around his cock, and with a grimace he pulls out the rest of the way.
The bit of weight still on John’s stomach forces a few globs of white to follow
his dick out, smearing out across John’s thighs when he flexes his legs to
regain feeling. It mingles with the clear slick still trying miserably to dry
on John’s skin. A scowl appears on Bro’s face as he takes in the sight. He
jerks back and down until he’s eyelevel with the sensitive perineum that’s dyed
white as well. His tongue finds the mixture of his and John’s bodies palatable,
apparently John making it sweet enough to overcome the bitterness. He licks the
bunny clean, even stopping to scoop some off the dark tuft of fur pressed into
the damp couch. It twitches into his nose, and Bro almost sneezes into John’s
skin. This in turn get’s a cute snicker from John, quickly muffled when Bro
leans back to glare at him.
The last bit of the mess, still clinging to John’s blushing entrance, is
scraped onto Bro’s tongue. It sits there, heady on his tastebuds, until he can
make his way back up John’s short frame and pry his pretty lips open. Muffled
exclamations of disgust are pushed down when Bro sneaks his way into John’s
mouth, letting the thick white mess coat John’s tongue as well. Eventually the
taste is swallowed, split by both of them, and John is kissing him back all too
enthusiastically.
Before John can say a word about getting fucked again, Bro slaps a hand over
his mouth and flashes out of the room to fetch a towel. And maybe some clothes.
John’s fidgeting with his ears when he reenters, nibbling on one furry end and
eyes downcast. What a pitiful look. He drops the damp towel on John’s neck,
smirking when John squawks. He gets it though, and uses the washcloth to
gingerly begin scrubbing his chest and thighs off. Bro sets about dabbing his
own mess, then moves on to attempt cleaning the futon. After John starts
nudging him with his toes from the propped up back of it, Bro gives it up as a
lost cause and tosses John over his shoulder while he pries to cover off to
throw in the wash.
John is dropped back onto couch while Bro shoves the cover in the wash and
flips it on. The bunny perks up when Bro comes back again, lifting his arms and
making the neediest noises in the back of his throat. A sigh, Bro walks over
and, even though they’re both still mostly naked, gathers the brunette up in
his arms and wraps a blanket around them. In the background, the television
plays a new show about wild cats.
They still had a while until Dave came home, they could afford the break.
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