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works/7937407.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Ritsu/Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Kageyama_Ritsu
  Additional Tags:
      coughs, First_Kiss, First_Time, Rimming, Dry_Humping, Anal_Fingering,
      Anal_Sex, Kageyama_"Angery"_Ritsu, Explicit_Consent, ritsu_is_a
      perveeeeeeeeeeeert, mob's_taking_it_all
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-02 Words: 2885
****** Rescue (The Long Way) ******
by ManholeDiver
Summary
     "The TV wasn't working properly, Ritsu's powers echoing with what
     Shigeo was letting out. Frustrated, he lifted a hand to force
     everything back on its right place, absorbing Ritsu's anger as his
     own. After all, he was responsible for that, too. He walked toward
     Ritsu, who was breathing heavily, trying to counterattack and
     failing. His cheeks were already red from exertion, rage cursing
     through his arms like metal thread in a doll, a help to stand but
     useless without it.
     Shigeo took a last step forward, wrapping his arms lightly around
     Ritsu's middle.
     "I'm here for you, Ritsu." "
Notes
     me: oh god episode 8 got me so emotional!
     me: better write porn to let the feels out
See the end of the work for more notes
"So please, Shigeo, don't cause any trouble for your brother, he needs to
study."
Shigeo nodded dutifully, throwing a glance at Ritsu, who was waving at their
parents, a small smile barely stretching his lips. They had the house for
themselves for the night and a good part of the next day. The door closed, and
Ritsu retracted his smile as well as his hands, turning around to face his
brother. Shigeo averted his eyes, not knowing what to say, what to do. He
desperately wanted to make up with Ritsu, to ask more questions, to finally
understand him. To know him as a person, too. He bit his lips, opened his mouth
to say something but Ritsu didn't let him beat around the bush.
"Do you want to watch TV with me, Brother?" Ritsu said, his fake smile
plastered on his mouth. Shigeo whispered a small yes before following Ritsu in
the living room. He sat stiffly next to him on the couch, enough space between
them to fit Hanazawa Teruki's 150% wig. Ritsu turned on the TV, putting on a
rom-com before looking straight ahead, aware of his brother's gaze and ignoring
it.
"Ritsu, are you still scared of me?" asked Shigeo, fiddling with a thread from
his sleeve.
"I don't want to talk about it."
The tone was colder than he expected. Shigeo shrunk on himself, an icy rush of
sadness and anxiety running throug his whole body. Shigeo fell silent for a few
minutes, watching the TV without concentrating on the plot. A man and a woman
were kissing rather passionately. Ritsu was looking at them without any
emotion.
"Do you still love me as your brother?" Shigeo risked again, swallowing back
the regret filling up his mouth.
"I do not want to talk about it."
"What was true, from everything you said?" His voice was coming out louder, he
started shaking.
Ritsu snapped, furious eyes darting from Mob's eyes, to his mouth, to his neck,
to his stomach, like he couldn't decide where to attack first. He let out a
noise that was almost like a roar, teeth out and ready to bite, as his power
connected to his emotions, the TV remote and diverse papers started flying
quickly in Shigeo's direction.
"I SAID, I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, BROTHER." Ritsu shouted, sending full
power furnitures on Shigeo.
But Shigeo was faster, maybe angrier. And he was also the big brother, he
needed to find a way to calm Ritsu down, he thought sheepishly, or he would go
away and never feel something toward him. The brief idea of never having a
comforting presence after a bad day, never feeling the hand of Ritsu on his
shoulder, asking if he was okay, to never be able to praise him for his
efforts- everything almost made Shigeo break down. His whole world was closing
down, like he was underwater and couldn't breathe.
The TV wasn't working properly, Ritsu's powers echoing with what Shigeo was
letting out. Frustrated, he lifted a hand to force everything back on its right
place, absorbing Ritsu's anger as his own. After all, he was responsible for
that, too. He walked toward Ritsu, who was breathing heavily, trying to
counterattack and failing. His cheeks were already red from exertion, rage
cursing through his arms like metal thread in a doll, a help to stand but
useless without it.
Shigeo took a last step forward, wrapping his arms lightly around Ritsu's
middle.
"I'm here for you, Ritsu. Tell me if I can do anything for you. I'll always
protect you. I may not have a lot of muscles, but I'm strong. I love you."
Ritsu's body was covered in goosebumps and cold sweat. He smelled like tears
hardly swallowed back and anger. Shigeo hugged him tighter, on instinct. On
something he absolutely didn't want to define. He needed to help Ritsu, even if
they were both drowning. Especially if they were both drowning.
 
"I'll do anything for you."
 
That seemed to do the trick. Ritsu shifted his head slightly, forehead barely
touching his brother's. They were so close, Shigeo felt something in his throat
tighten. He pressed his fingers harder on Ritsu's waist, like an answer to the
atmosphere changing and taking an unknown shape. But Shigeo was willing.
Anything to make Ritsu happy. Anything to make him stay. Anything to know him
as a person.
"Ritsu, did you ever kiss anyone?" he asked softly, their lips separated by a
few millimeters.
"I didn't." He did. Twice. But Ritsu wanted nothing at the moment than see his
big brother struggle.
 
When they kissed, all thoughts of guilt and wrong faded into Shigeo's humid
mouth. He let out a harsh breath, head spinning. Being a teenager was such a
bother. He felt conflicted, but Ritsu slowly deepened the kiss, tongue peeking
out to stroke his brother's lips. Shigeo welcomed him, soft and wet and
wanting. Being a teenager sucked. His hands tightened on Ritsu's shirt. There
were about millions of reasons of why he shouldn't kiss his own brother but he
felt too light-headed to care. No one would know. It would be a secret between
horny teenagers. He whimpered weakly when Ritsu grabbed the back of his neck,
nails grating on the fine hairs on his nape, teeth grazing his bottom lip, his
tongue. It wasn't anything like in the books, like on the rom-com they were
watching. It was wet and it tasted like sweet revenge and bitter anger. Ritsu's
fingers and teeth were sending sparks of electricity through his skin, to his
veins, to his heart.
Ritsu made him retreat to the couch, pushing him and trapping him between his
chest and the cushions, he swallowed back a question when he felt something
hard pushing slightly on his stomach. He gasped for air, but it felt like Ritsu
was taking the oxygen from him, or was it him? Was he in control of the
situation?He wasn't. He could feel his hips undulate by themselves, his stomach
roll up on his little brother's clothed cock. His brother's cock. His brother
was hard and he was hard too. Ritsu kept kissing him, stroking his face,
grabbed his arm to get it out of the way, barely panting through the soft
rutting of Shigeo's body on his own. Shigeo wanted to scream.
"Ri...tsu..." whispered Shigeo, breathing his name in a reverent way. They
separated, barely centimeters between them, before they were starting to kiss
again. The kisses and nipping were growing more feverish, Shigeo, as
inexperienced as he was, was breathing air harshly through his nose, and the
sound alone seemed to drive Ritsu mad, like he couldn't get enough of it, like
he wanted Shigeo to choke while kissing. He probably did. His teeth were
sinking deeper, his fingers almost scratching, and that shouldn't have been
this good... Despite himself, Shigeo spread his legs wider, Ritsu intruding
easily between his thighs.
After a few minutes of mindless rutting, Ritsu backed away to pull on Shigeo's
shirt, taking it off without a word. He did it gently, unlike his aggressive
kisses, and draped it on the couch's arm. Ritsu was looking at a rather obvious
wet stain laid there on the front of the shirt, like a reminder of what they
were doing. Shigeo followed his gaze, gasping a low oh of surprise, felt
himself go red in the cheeks and his nipples hardening, he was pink and soft
like a strawberry pastry. His eyes were big and black, darkness swerling with
emotions he couldn't define, and if Ritsu looked at him, he'd be swallowed too.
So he avoided his eyes.
They started kissing again, bodies collapsing in one movement, Ritsu splaying
his hand on the slightly round stomach of his brother, Shigeo moaning a bit too
loud when Ritsu slid his hand in his pants, gripping his cock through his
underwear. Shigeo arched up his back, hips gyrating to get more friction while
Ritsu had the cruel idea of just pushingpushingpushing, letting Shigeo take
care of his pleasure himself.
Through the stars and bright colors in his eyes, Shigeo could see his brother
gritting his teeth, desire obvious from his stiff cock and the way he was
looking at him. Shigeo didn't want his brother to become an outlet to use, he
wanted to tell him so, but the hot white pressure took him by surprise, and he
came whispering his brother's name, the same shy way he would say "I believe in
a god.". The furniture, even the couch, rattled and shook, in answer to
Shigeo's barely audible orgasm. Shigeo grabbed Ritsu, mouths colliding in a
rushed embrace, like tempest's waves crashing on each other. He felt like he
was kissing himself.
"Ritsu... Ritsuuu..." sobbed Shigeo in a pressing tone. He was touching Ritsu's
sharp hipbones, trying to open his pants and rise his shirt at the same time.
He stopped for a moment, confused. "You have more muscles than me, Ritsu." For
the first time since their parents left, Ritsu bit back a genuine laugh. "I
guess I don't need to be in the muscle improvement club, unlike you, Brother."
Shigeo shuddered at the laugh, faking an indignant pout. "You didn't have to
say it like that, that's mean."
It felt almost normal, simple. Like they were back to before. But before didn't
exist anymore, and couldn't exist for both of them. So they couldn't stop, like
lost sailors in the ocean. They had to keep going. Ritsu was still rock hard,
each movement of the fabric over his cock made him pant audibly. Shigeo reached
for the button of Ritsu's fly, dragging the zipper slower over his cock. Seeing
his little brother's cock shouldn't make him feel like drool was pooling out of
his mouth, it was all so wrong and Shigeo could – should – stop it right here
right there but he wanted wanted wanted. He barely suppressed a full body
shudder, but the squelching sound from his cummed underwear didn't go unseen.
Ritsu smirked, taking off his own pants and his underwear in one go.
"I wanna try something, Brother, can I?" Shigeo was too dazed to process the
words, and lifted confused eyes to Ritsu, who shrugged and stuck his face to
his brother's, asking again : "I wanna try something. I want to lick you down
there. Do you trust me?" Shigeo tensed, feeling a finger tracing down his
asscrack. Not daring to look at Ritsu, he slowly nodded. "I will do anything
for you, Ritsu."
Shigeo was using it as a lucky charm, words like a prayer, since he saw as the
only thing that didn't anger Ritsu. His brother groaned loudly, shifting so his
knees were on the floor, Shigeo sitting above him on the couch. He took care of
his brother's pants, throwing them beside him, but lifted Shigeo's drenched
underwear, and pressed a rather shy kiss on Shigeo's balls, then licked his way
down on his hole, pressing gently on the sensitive skin. Shigeo was wheezing
from shyness at the sight of his briefs stained with cum coupled with Ritsu's
tongue. He was so soft, so sweaty, Ritsu thought while squeezing his white
thighs. He had just enough fat that Ritsu could grab and knead. He spread
Shigeo's asscheeks, planting his mouth there, and licked.
"Ritsu! That-...There, it's dirty, you- oh!" Shigeo cried out, taking a rough
breath before moaning louder, pressing his ass harder on Ritsu's face, his limp
cock twitching and slowly hardening. Ritsu answered by sucking hard on his
hole, making Shigeo flail and back arching, toes digging into the couch. He was
moaning and thrashing at each lap of Ritsu's tongue. Slightly in, barely there,
and then suddenly in his hole, caressing the entrance.
"I want to put it inside you, Brother..." Ritsu stopped his mouth to talk, lips
still caressing Shigeo's hole, before looking around him. Nothing in sight
could be used to stretch Shigeo, he thought out loud. He took his time to cover
one of his fingers in spit, slowly inserting a first knuckle inside Shigeo's
hole, teasing him gently. Shigeo barely winced, welcoming the slight stretch as
a distraction to find something usable. He didn't want to leave the couch, and
most importantly he didn't want Ritsu to stop touching him.
It took him a few seconds to collect himself, and Ritsu took that as an
opportunity to push completely his finger in, forcing a sharp cry out and a
jump from Shigeo, cock painfully hard happily bouncing. His hole squeezed
sweetly, and Ritsu strangled back a groan. Before he could concentrate and call
his powers, Shigeo suddenly sat down, finger still in his hole, and briefly
turned his head toward the bathroom. It opened, and a handcream flew in the
room before dropping flatly beside Ritsu. He levelled a questioning look to
Shigeo, who blushed and whispered "It makes my hands soft...So..."
The floor was lava, Ritsu thought before sitting on the couch beside Shigeo,
after removing his finger from his brother's hole, earning a soft sigh. When
they were younger, Shigeo could really turn the floor into lava, which made the
children game way more interesting. If Ritsu couldn't make it, Shigeo made him
fly. Always saving him. Ritsu didn't ask for salvation this time. He forced
Shigeo to fall in the abyss with him.
Shigeo sat on Ritsu's lap, taking an interested look at their touching cocks.
There wasn't a big difference between them, thought Shigeo, visibly relieved.
He raised his hips when Ritsu circled his hole with dripping and white fingers
from handcream, a small sob forcing his way out of his throat. Shigeo didn't
need extended stretching, and pressed back eagerly on the fingers, mewling
softly. It was too much anyway, too many sensations, too many firsts.
They kissed briefly as Ritsu guided his cream-covered cock against Shigeo's
hole, sliding in easily enough but Shigeo was still so tight. He was squeezing
hard on his brother's cock, at every centimeter in, every time he was breathing
harshly through his nose, every time the tip of his cock was sliding against
Ritsu's tummy.
Ritsu grabbed his brother's arms, pulling hard on them until Shigeo was fully
seated on Ritsu's cock. "Come on, Brother, move." Ritsu said, smirking, as
Shigeo struggled, the muscles in his thighs quivering from exhaustion. He
planted his feet in the couch, and raised his hips experimentally, before going
down in one smooth slide. Ritsu let go of his arms, and Shigeo brought his now
freed arms behind him, on Ritsu's thighs, arching up, bottoming out slowly. He
let out a small hoarse whine, before bouncing back on Ritsu's cock, in and out
and again and again and again before he uncontrollably sped up, squeezing on
Ritsu's cock, his own flushed and wet cock bouncing happily and hitting his
tummy, precome sliding down his balls, lips spluttering little mewls of
pleasure. Ritsu could barely keep himself silent, gasping, raising up his own
hips to meet Shigeo's ass, the slapslapslapslap of their fucking making him
lose control and he wasn't going to last long. He felt the sheer pleasure
sending hot waves, low in his belly and he was going to cum in his brother that
was insane but so good so good so good so good-
"Ah! Aaah, Ritsu! Ritsu Ritsu Ritsuuuu!" I will do anything for you, I will do
anything for you, I will do anything for you,was the obvious subtext, it made
Ritsu tip over the edge.
Shigeo felt his tummy quivering, his little belly shaking from his orgasm, and
he came, shooting cum all over his chest, to his mouth, even to his brother's
mouth, and kept on crying out on every thrust until he felt hot and wetness
inside of his hole. Both of their powers rushed in and clashed, breaking a
window, the TV screen, some family pictures' frames exploding in the
background, the fabric of the couch's cushions tearing off by themselves.
Shigeo clenched, trying to close his thighs on his spurting cute cock, until
Ritsu grabbed them and spread them wide, riding his orgasm by looking at his
brother's cock, his brother's chest covered with cum and his nipples so stiff,
tasting his brother's cum and finally his brother's face, sweaty and blushing,
wavering gaze and lips swollen from kisses. He slid out carefully of Shigeo,
groaning when Shigeo tried to stand up but fell on his flushing ass, the shock
of the fall making him unclench, cum coming out from his hole and flowing out
on the living room's floor.
They looked at each other, panting but silent. Then they looked at the mess
around them. Then back to each other. Shigeo closed his eyes, slowly repairing
what they broke with his powers. Every pieces of furniture took their rightful
place. He stood up, watching Ritsu expectantly. Cum was slowly dripping on
Shigeo's thighs, hair in disarray. But calm.
"I trust you." said Ritsu in a small voice.
And oh, did he. Ritsu took on a controlled breath. Shigeo was his. Shigeo was
always his. Shigeo will be always his. Shigeo put on a patient smile, as he
heard his thoughts.
 
"We belong to each other, Ritsu."
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     ok but what if dimples saw everything. i cant sleep at night bcos of
     that. help me.
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