GAY ANGELS

[plotluck]

[It's the middle of summer and they're stuck house sitting. Their dad is away for the whole month.... Not really that unusual, he's always away on business. And their mom has been gone for a long while now. So it's just him, in charge of taking care of things, and his brother.

And the heat. Noel flops on the couch next to his little brother and groans, passing over a soda. It's already evening but the heat just doesn't let up. It really saps the strength out of Noel, but what it also does is... Well.

It's difficult being a teenager and gay and alone in a house with your brother who is actually really hot and you absolutely should not find attractive because he's your brother, and so as usual Noel slides his eyes away from his brother quickly after passing him the soda. Dinner was about half an hour ago so there's nothing left to do but sort of melt together in this heat.]

It's too hot to live. Revive me when it's November.

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[amurdermostfowl]

[He can't help but to laugh, gentle and distracted, but a laugh all the same.]

Thanks? And, take care not to push yourself too hard, okay...

[He settles a hand lightly in Noel's hair, touching and watching but making no move to guide him.]

[plotluck]

[Yeah he'll ignore that if he wants to. He can push himself as hard as he wants, but he's not responding because he's busy licking the underside of his brother's dick, up along the tip and down again, getting it wet enough to move his fingers along him better, a slow rhythm before he actually opens his mouth to suck on the head of Rowan's cock. He's being careful but obviously this is all new to him.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Noel...

[He moans low and warm, fingertips rubbing gently against his brother's scalp, but he's keeping his hips carefully still, considerate as can be.]

I love you.

[plotluck]

[That's such an interruption? Except he can't complain about it because it makes him flush with pleasure. He has to stop for a second though, panting a little and looking up at Rowan slightly hazy-eyed, lips slick and glistening.] I love you too. [Obviously? But he's gonna say it because Rowan said it and he doesn't want it to go unanswered. He anchors a hand on Rowan's thigh and parts his lips around his dick again before he can say anything else, experimentally seeing how far he can fit him without running into problems.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[He was probably going to say something else, but Noel does excellent work of stopping him, pulling a gasp from his lips and a twitch from his cock instead as he takes in more than Rowan was expecting.]

[plotluck]

[That's good, not that he doesn't want to hear Rowan's voice, he loves Rowan's voice, but making him gasp is pretty excellent. Noel's always been ambitious and enthusiastic, and he goes about sucking he's brother's cock with that same exuberant confidence. Once he figures out how far he can take Rowan in his mouth without hitting his gag reflex it's then experimenting on suction vs not getting any teeth involved. He figures deep throating can be a trial for a different day. Or like, later today? Look he doesn't want to go slow, really, but he's not going to go unreasonably full tilt.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan is pretty worried he'll go unreasonably full tilt, the hand in his hair may double as a way to pull him off quickly, rather than just a comfortable handhold. For now it's petting his hair shakily, though, Rowan squirming as Noel starts getting an idea of what he likes.]

Fffffuck, yes, like that-

[plotluck]

[Well he'll definitely listen to the directions. Using more tongue or suction or tilting his head just so whenever Rowan responds well to something. Though this is the first time he's sucked any dick, let along his brother's, it almost feels natural? Like he knows what Rowan is going to like before Rowan even acknowledges it. The more he gets into it the more he trusts his instincts, the more natural it feels.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Noel is getting good at this too fast, reading him too well. Rowan isn't missing that, but there's nothing he can do given exactly what's happening, the pinpoint way Noel is working him up more and more.]

Noel--

[plotluck]

[It's really really satisfying, seeing Rowan react, feeling him react, the way his cock twitches and the way his breathing is uneven, it's just pretty damn fucking hot, honestly, so no way is he going to slow down or anything.]

Mm~?

[amurdermostfowl]

[There's no telling him to back down, even if Rowan wanted to. So he licks his lips, flushed and getting desperate.]

Please...

[plotluck]

[Another little affirmative noise hummed around Rowan's cock. Permission, or you know, encouragement. Whichever, he's not going to do anything like stop.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[His fingers curl tight in Noel's hair as he gets shakier, gaze sharpening as his eyes catch his brother's, Hungry.]

I'm almost--

[plotluck]

[He smiles around the dick in his mouth and kind of... speeds up. That's the point, isn't it? Getting Rowan off. But he's looking up at him, watching. He wants to see it on his face, hear it, that smug satisfaction of knowing he got Rowan off like this.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Noel manages to push him off the edge like that, and Rowan cries out, valiantly keeping his hips as still as possible and his eyes locked on his lover's, that half mad look of want in his eye only intensifying as he shakes and shudders through orgasm right on top of Noel]

[plotluck]

[The look pierces through him, hot and wonderful and a little too intense but so good. He swallows as best he can, pulling back when it feels like he can't keep up, the rest spilling over his cheek and lips, and his mouth parting as he pants for air, still looking up at his brother in a mix of triumph and awe and adoration and dazed arousal.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[They're caught in that moment for a time, eyes locked, Rowan pulsing smaller and smaller amounts of come onto Noel's face until he's wrung out, just trembling through the aftershocks.

Then he rolls to the side, off of Noel.]

[plotluck]

[I mean he's fucking hard as a rock and breathing heavily as he sits up, lifting his hand to slide fingers through the mess on his face. He looks at his brother and then really deliberately licks the tips of his fingers off, not really saying anything but not breaking eye contact. Fuck he's so turned on by this.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan's eyes widen, his already uneven breaths catching, and he's reaching to grab Noel's wrist, voice rasping out.]

Fuck me.

[He didn't want to push this, didn't want to rush, but it is what it is.]

[plotluck]

[His own eyes widen, and his face is still a mess here but he's just, god he's so hard he really really really really wants to. That sounds amazing. Just...] I don't... I think we need to prepare a bit? [Lube and also like, aren't you supposed to go slow with anal? Like stretching and stuff and he's--he's lowkey researched it but he wants to do that part right but Rowan is asking for it in that voice and how is he supposed to not just die of arousal on the spot?]

[amurdermostfowl]

[That manages to snap him out of it a little, lets him close his eyes and smush his face into the bedspread and laugh helplessly.]

You're right, you're right, sorry. Another time, then.

[plotluck]

It's not like I don't want to. [He says it plaintively, reaching for the paper napkins to wipe his face off.] But let's prepare first.

[amurdermostfowl]

This time or next? We could also do intercrural if anal is moving too fast or we're not totally up for being patient right now.

[plotluck]

Ah. [Yeah that has his attention though.] Probably we shouldn't rush anything that could hurt you but... Intercrural should be fine.

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah... I'm a virgin so we should probably take that pretty slow, actually. Intercrural it is.

[Nevermind the extreme dissonance between his skill and lack of embarrassment at all this shit and being a virgin???]