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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Stridercest, Bro_Strider/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_Strider, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-25 Words: 2207
****** Suits Look Best While You Get Undressed ******
by MonsieurMoose
Summary
     Bro likes Dave in suits
Notes
     took it from my blog pardon the lack of capitalization
it was rare when you got to see your bro in a suit. you had always thought he
looked good in one, but you would also never admit that. it just wasn’t cool.
but what was even rarer was that he had actually accepted a job as a dj for a
wedding. you were kind of shocked when he told you, partially because he
usually doesn’t tell you what he’s djing for. usually your bro would force you
to help load up his equipment and then leave, but not this time. he had asked
you to tag along, help him out with laying down some sick beats for this happy
little newlywed couple to grind to. of course you agreed because pussying out
from your bro would only earn you ridiculing for who knows how long.
 
so that was the reason why you were currently tying your bowtie, checking
yourself over in the mirror before doing a turn and flattening your hair a bit.
you decided to wear something rose had sewn for you as a birthday present, a
simple black tux with your record insignia on the left breast pocket. your red
bowtie to match and a pair of black loafers to top it off. when you came out
into the living room, your bro whistled, and you could feel your cheeks heat up
a little. you looked over to see him laid out on the couch, dressed in black
slacks and vest, his tie was a bright pumpkin orange and his white cuffs were
rolled up to his elbows.
you looked around a bit, “where’s the stuff man.” you question, he stands from
his spot on the couch, “already loaded it, i was just waiting for princess to
stop taking his sweet time.” your cheeks flared again but this time in
annoyance.
“you can’t rush perfection bro.” you retort quickly and walk towards the door,
your hand on the doorknob.
“damn right we’re perfect.” he hissed back at you, and you both left.
—
you hated weddings. they were so boring and really the only highlight was the
damn good cake they served up, well worth the hundreds of dollars people spent
on one fucking desert but hey you wouldn’t complain. bro was getting paid which
meant you could eat and have a warm roof over your head, and hell, you were
getting a free meal out of it too.
the night slowly dwindled down until everyone but the bride and groom had left.
you helped your bro carry the rest of the equipment into the back of his pick
up and returned to the venue to steal a last few bits of chilled shrimp and
cocktail sauce. not like the bride would want to kill her figure for her new
sugar daddy. you picked up the last few cords and rolled them around your arms,
hop-skipping back to the truck as your bro started up the engine.
when you slid into the passenger seat he drove off, you were tired and were
looking forward to the long night’s rest ahead. you usually didn’t go to bed
this early but you were exhausted. when you pulled up to the apartment you
hopped out and started to help unload, heaving speaker after speaker up the
stairwell until you were finally done. you flopped down on the futon and sighed
into the thin mattress closing your eyes.
you didn’t know what lead up to it, but halfway through your dozing you were
woken up, and not like ‘hey wake up brat you’re in my bed’ but something was
pressing into you. someone. your eyes fluttered open and you tried to turn
yourself over, when you couldn’t manage and then it finally dawned on you that
you were tied up. you struggled but it wasn’t working, all there was in
response was a clang and the sharp bite of cool metal. fuck.
—
“so you’re finally awake.” a voice whispered into your ear, low and sultry, and
for some god-forsaken reason it sent shivers down your spine, “what the fuck is
wrong with you bro!” you growl back but your only reply is a soft chuckle and
the introduction of something warm and wet to the shell of your ear. your
breath hitched as you tried your best not to give him the satisfaction of a
gasp, the satisfaction of breaking your poker face.
his weight pressed into you further, and god for the first time you realized
just how heavy he was, how broad that chiseled torso was as it enveloped your
much smaller frame. and fuck- what the hell was that pressing against your ass.
you sure as hell hoped it was just your bro holding onto a banana in case he
suddenly got the need for some potassium, but as he ground it against you that
excuse started to spread it’s wings and fly out the window. you turned your
face back into the mattress and sighed shakily, the tips of your ears tinting
red and you swear you could just smell the smirk on his face from getting you
all flustered.
“get it now?” he cooed, you grunted in response but your new head angle left
you wide open and as soon as that sound escaped your lips his teeth were
against your neck. you jerked, a shaky sigh escaping your tightened throat as
he attacked your weak spot. he knew how sensitive your nape was. and he always
exploited it. but damn it felt good, your bro’s lips were soft, they pressed
against your skin, ghosted over it, his tongue darted out and slid along your
neck, tasting you, savoring you. you shuddered at the thought and sub
consciously jerked your head to the side to give him more room to do as he
liked.
happy sighs occasionally left your lips and slowly the gentle teasing was
putting you to sleep, your eyes fluttered closed and that’s when his teeth dug
into you, your eyes snapped open and you let out a startled whimper. he sucked,
and hard, you could tell he was aiming for a hickey and the way he chewed you
knew it was going to be a big bad one. looks like you’d have to wear hoodies
for a while. his hands trailed up your sides before you could feel his pressure
relieving from your body, but only to be greeted with his hands dipping under
your arms and tugging you up onto your knees. his fingers made quick work of
your blazer’s buttons, then your crisp white shirt. he didn’t mind to take them
off and when the fabric was free of itself his hand tucked in, his big hands
smoothed over your stomach, fingertips brushing over your navel and you leaned
your head back against his shoulder. you’d done things like this before but it
seemed like he’d be doing more than just jerking you off tonight. by now you
really didn’t care.
bro’s fingers traced circles around one nipple, and you couldn’t help but gasp
as the hardened bud was pinched between his index and thumb, rolling it and
earning strangled moans from you, “bro..” you groaned and he smirked, his free
hand lowering to palm your hard on through your slacks, you bit back a groan
and he could tell you were fighting it. he palmed harder and you lurched
forward, trying to shy your hips from his hand but resulting in pressing right
up against his massive bon—
“dave.” you knew what he wanted, “no bro. i’m not going to do it.” you turned
to glare at him through your glasses but that grin on his face told you that
you didn’t have a choice.
your hands were tied to the futon’s armrest, he didn’t care to take off your
clothes fully, only left your blazer and shirt haphazardly open, your slacks
and boxers around your thighs. the only thing removed was your shoes, and damn
you hated it when he’d do this.
“red rope did always suit you.” his voice was coy, and your cheeks heated up in
embarrassment. you knew he was a professional in many ways, but you hated how
much you enjoyed how well he could do a rope corset. “fuck you..” you bit back,
and only received a sly grin.
he took the last bit of rope in his hand and tied it around your throbbing
little soldier, standing at attention. he tied it tighter than usual. after you
were fully situated in your rope adornments, he leaned down and pressed his
lips to your tip, you jerked, his mouth enveloped the tip, his tongue swirling
around it before sliding against the slit. you moaned and he pushed your length
into his mouth, engulfing you slowly until he was nestled into your pubes. he
looked up at you, just barely seeing his orange irises above his shades before
slowly bobbing back up, creating perfect suction and oh fuck he was such a
tease. but you knew better than to buck into his mouth. he knew you wouldn’t
but he still held down your hips.
with each agonizingly slow stroke, you groaned, more so out of frustration as
it started to hurt to be so hard. when he figured you had been tortured enough
he pulled out the small bottle of lube and a condom he always had on his
person, ‘a strider must always be prepared’ he would say, and he lived up to
it. he soaked two fingers in the lotion before sliding them into you and god
what a familiar feeling.
your hips instinctively pushed back against his fingers and he knew he had you
well trained. you bit your lip as the digits pulled apart, widening you for the
inevitable, and you gasped, your toes curled and you couldn’t help wanting it
already. “fuck…” you sighed and he slid in another finger.
he thrust his fingers quickly and expertly, preparing you for your first time.
when you were properly lubed his pulled out his dick, you could see the relief
on his face as his monster was freed from it’s cage and before you could think
too much about it, he positioned the fat mushroom tip against you and pressed
in. a strangled cry escaped you as he pushed until he was fully sheathed within
you. at least he was kind enough to wait for you to adjust.
but it still hurt like hell. when he began thrusting all you could think was
how much it actually hurt, and that you kinda wanted to just go back to the
fingers but you knew he wouldn’t stop. your shades were askew and without the
barrier you guessed that you could feel him better, you could feel his gaze
boring into you, and it made your body burned feverishly. your cried out in
pleasure and were confused for a second, because just two seconds ago it hurt
like hell but now it felt so good. your shoulders shrugged as you gripped the
cuffs that chained you, your legs shaking from being thrown over his shoulders
and “fuck—brooooooo!” you mewl out and he seems amused but you don’t care
because with each thrust, a jolt of electric pleasure is sent right up your
spine and back down again to your cock.
his breaths become more apparent and that’s when you know that he’s close, and
you’re beyond close. but that stupid rope it preventing you from coming just
yet. the sound of skin slapping and your choked and miserably pathetic cries of
pleasure are the only thing to be heard within the strider apartment and before
you know it bro tenses above you, letting out a soft groan of orgasm. you’re
shaking now because he’s stopped and you still haven’t come. he pulls out of
you and pulls off the used rubber, ties it off and tosses it towards a trashcan
but presumably misses. you’re glaring at him now and your cheeks are hotter
than ever.
“bro…let me come…” you whimper and he’s tucking himself away, “what’s the magic
word little bro?” he coos and you bit your lip, “please…i want to…please let me
come, bro..” you beg and he seems pleased by your miserable show.
he reaches down and ghosts his fingers over the underside of your cock, it hurt
so bad you must’ve been purple but his fingers reach the string and slowly
(agonizingly slow) undo the knot and when you’re free you can’t help how much
you come. a sharp cry escaped you, your back arching as you spill over your
stomach and chest, shaking when you finally come down from orgasm.
you’re panting and he seems happy. “untie me.” you command and he does so, you
sit up and wince at the pain in your ass but you don’t care because you crawl
into you bro’s lap and close your eyes, “i hate you.” you lie, and he knows you
have, “you look good in a suit dave.” he chuckled back.
you give a tired yet content sigh and drift to sleep, and he seems to do the
same, his hand curling in your soft blond hair. just another night in the
strider household.
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