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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Tadashi_Hamada
  Additional Tags:
      Shameless_Smut, Fluff_and_Hurt/Comfort, Sibling_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-06 Words: 1504
****** Sandalwood, Green Tea, and Lavender ******
by GrandmaBean
Summary
     Oh, the list of strange antics goes on...
Notes
     I don't know what Tadashi would smell like...
See the end of the work for more notes
The soft sunlight signaled early evening, a dull gold with a dusting of pink,
as it wormed through the cracked open window, mixing with the technicolor glow
of the city of San Fransokyo beyond the glass, casting delicate, twirling
shadows along the floor boards. A gentle breeze breathed through the source of
the outdoor bright, disturbing the papers scattered about, some drawn on, or
written on, occasionally stained with condensation rings that must have dripped
from cups pressed on top of them. His usual fountain of inspiration run utterly
and completely dry, Hiro sipped languidly at the straw of his drink, dropping
the warming remains in the trash as he wandered away from his desk and about
the room, eventually flopping unceremoniously onto his brothers immaculately
made bed. The sudden disposition if his weight rumpled the tight duvet, as he
rolled about, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation, gradually
growing uncomfortably warm with all his fidgeting. With hasty movements, he
removed his hoodie and shirt without much finesse, discarding it carelessly
somewhere on the floor as he spied Tadashi's neatly folded sleep shirt and
pants on the bedside bureau, squished beneath a couple of his school books.
Pulling the shirt from beneath the stack hesitantly, he slipped it on, enjoying
the silky, fraying, worn, feel it had on his bare skin, pulling the collar up
to his nose for a sniff, the scent of his brother, sandalwood, green tea,
lavender, and a hint of musk overlaying the pleasant combination, soothing his
finicky state.
Over the past year, Hiro noticed he'd developed some strange antics that he'd
never had before, like when he grew unnecessarily flustered and embarrassed
whenever his brother was around, and when he wasn't present, he get up weird
things like, laying in Tadashi's bed and or wearing his clothes, like he was
doing now... Groaning, he flushed a vivid pink all the way to his chest,
feeling his cargo shorts tighten greatly in the front as he grew hard, making a
small circular wet stain on the khaki material. Desperately shucking the
constriction, he pushed the hem of his shirt to his throat, teasingly running
his fingers over the hardening nubs on his chest, once in a while twisting and
pulling with each little gasp that came from his parted lips. Encasing his cock
in a loose fist, he squeezed gently at the base, tracing a thumb over the
leaking slit, before wiping pre-come over the head, he sucked on the fingers of
his free hand, running and wrapping his tongue over each digit. Letting his
slicked fingers wander further down between his legs, he pressed a tip against
his tight, twitching, pucker, gasping as he pushed through the unwilling
resistance to the most, quivering, walls inside. He experimentally wiggle his
finger, switching between different angles, before finding his prostate and
pushing hard, silencing a moan as he clenched his teeth, unable to contain a
few whimpers and whines. Desperate for more, he quickly added another finger,
then another, till he thrust four digits freely from in and out his hole,
pulling almost all the way out, then shoving back in, chewing his lips raw in
effort to keep quiet. Whimpering Tadashi's name, he came, back arching off the
bed involuntarily as he quivered, hot, thick, ropes of come painting his chest
and chin, gently withdrawing his fingers with a groan, gripping the sheets in
shaking fists.
"Hiro?" there was the creak and thud of footfalls on the steps, too heavy for
Aunt Cass, which meant it was Tadashi, just the person that he least wanted to
see amid the mess that he'd recklessly created. Hoping to console whatever was
to be left of his soon to be broken pride, the lanky teen jumped under the
covers and stilled, forcing himself to soften his rigid frame so it appeared
that he'd fallen asleep. The door to their shared room creaked open, and Hiro
tensed, unwilling to breathe as his brother moved about the room for a bit,
before entering the space the boy occupied, his presence promising impending
doom.
"Hiro, why are y--- ? Wait, what were you doing in here...?" the younger
proceeded to ignore the question he'd been asked, hoping Tadashi would believe
that he'd fallen asleep, but to no avail did the plan work, as footsteps moved
to the edge of the bed, and a weight sunk down beside him.
"I know you're awake." Tadashi sighed, gently pulling the covers away from his
brother, leaping back with a small yelp and nearly tumbling off the bed,
blushing furiously, sputtering as Hiro shrieked and struggled to hide his very
much naked lower half, dressed only in a shirt that most definitely didn't
belong to him.
"I-I, Tadashi--- It's not what it looks like!"
"But you--- You're--- My shirt---!" the poor SFIT student stuttered, half-
hiding his flushed face in his hands.
"Boys!", the pair just about fainted and died right there, praying their Aunt
would stay downstairs, "Sorry for the short notice, but I gotta go to poetry
night! There's hot wings in the kitchen, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Aunt Cass!" the two yelled shakily, sighing in relief as she
bustled around a bit before opening the front door, locking it with a jangle of
keys, the starting of the engine signifying her departure for sure.
"So Hiro, can you please explain what's going on here?" Hiro could feel his
brother's stare on his down-turned face, reluctant to look up as his eyes
filled with tears, on dropping on his thigh, then rolling down to land on the
bed sheets.
"Tadashi, I, I've been thinking s-strangely about some things, y-you, in ways I
probably shouldn't... I really like you, Tadashi!"
"...Well of course, I'm your brother---"
"No, you d-don't understand do you, Dashi? I love you, and not as a b-
brother..." Tadashi's face remained momentarily stricken, as he mulled things
over in his head, hoping there was something else besides the obvious, before
pulling his baby brother into his arms and squeezing him against his chest.
"You know," he murmured, "I, I've felt the same for a long time, I just didn't
want to scare you, or make you uncomfortable..."
"Really...?" Hiro finally raised his face to stare at him, scrubbing away what
remained of his tears, hands on his chest for support as he stood up on his
knees and timidly kissed him, just a small, sweet, press of closed, awfully
soft, lips.
"...Is this really okay?" the elder gasped.
"Yes, Dashi, please don't stop now..." the younger pleaded, yelping quietly as
his big brother deepened the kiss, there tongues slipping against each other,
twisting, tasting, biting a little, running fingers through hair and over skin,
moaning softly. Kisses were pressed along his jaw, down his throat, across his
chest, and to his hip, leaving a constellation of little red bruises in it's
wake, dedicating themselves to certain spots that brought out the loudest
reactions from him. Feeling a finger prod and slip into his hole, he whined
from the feeling of being filled, flushing violently as he watched his brother
swipe the corner of his mouth with his tongue hungrily, the simple act forcing
a shiver down his spine. Marveling at the tight, clenching, and so very wet,
sensation of his baby brother's velvety walls, Tadashi groaned softly, adding
another then another finger good measure as the smaller boy arched
involuntarily of the bed, whimpering, his big, brown, doe-eyes fluttering shut
under thick, black, lashes. Only when four fingers thrust effortlessly in and
out of his younger brother's hole, did he trust himself to enter without
hurting the teen, as he quickly threw off his shirt and cardigan with the
growing heat that stifled their breathing, along with his jeans, sighing softly
as the air hit his sweaty skin.
"Hiro... I'm putting it in..." he breathed.
"Please..." Hiro stared at him through lidded, lust-blow pupils, mouth a small
"oh" of swollen, pink, lips, as he arched off the bed with a silent scream,
arms wrapped around his brother's neck tightly, as he was bent nearly in half
and fucked completely into the mattress. The pace Tadashi set was nothing short
of break-neck and absolutely brutal, leaving the two of them entirely
breathless and heaving, the only sounds in the room the noises of slapping of
sweaty skin against sweaty skin, the squeak of the bed springs, and the
constant moans, whines, and groans. Digging his nails into his brother's sweat-
soaked skin, Hiro came with a scream, strings of come splashing over over his
stomach and onto his face, moaning softly as Tadashi followed suit with a deep
growl, feeling the wetness drip out of him and onto the sheets as the fullness
withdrew. They exchanged small kisses and meaningless whispers, panting
heavily, staring into each other's exhaustion-heavy eyes, as they settled into
a warm, drowsy, spoon.
"I love you, nerd."
"Love you too, knucklehead. You look very hot in my shirt, by the way..."
Tadashi chuckled.
"Shut up."
End Notes
     Apologies for the crappy proof-reading. :(
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