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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[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???]

[plotluck]

[Well it's fine if his brother isn't embarrassed, it's better really, though he bets Rowan would have a cute blush. Maybe he just watches a lot of porn when Noel isn't looking? Either wan he reaches over his brother for the hand lotion by his bed. It's not proper lube, good enough for jacking off and good enough for this... Gonna have to put real lube on the shopping list.] What position is going to work for this... On your stomach? [He wants to see his brother's face but.]

[amurdermostfowl]

That'd probably be simplest, yeah...

[even though he really wants to watch Noel's face. But they can get into more complicated stuff later.]

[plotluck]

Okay. Get comfortable. [He really does want to see his face though, but also, the idea of sliding his cock between Rowan's thighs is way too appealing and he's way too turned on.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's already pretty much on his stomach, but he shifts a bit until he's satisfied, then nods.]

Alright.

[plotluck]

[Cool. Awesome. Fuck. Even if he can't see Rowan's face seeing him naked and laying on Noel's bed is fucking amazing? He lotions up his cock an crawls over his brother, straddling his thighs and rubbing against the soft skin just like this for a moment, a hand braced by Rowan's shoulders as he leans over him and kisses the back of his neck.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he shivers, ducking his head as if to give Noel more room for those kinds of kisses. but then he lifts his head again, voice rough with need but also matter-of-fact.]

Should probably lotion up my thighs too...

[plotluck]

Right...

[Good call. He pours a little more on his palms, sliding them down and under Rowan's ass, pressing between his thighs and already imagining what that'll feel like with his cock... fuck.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he flexes his thighs around Noel's hands, pressed close together as he blushes all the way to the tips of his ears. this is... it's been so long, fuck.]

[plotluck]

[It's cute seeing Rowan blush even if he doesn't know why. And he's gentle enough with his fingers, squeezing his thighs after he's done making them nice and slick and then pressing his cock there instead, shuddering at how pleasant and warm and tight and smooth it feels to slide between Rowan's thighs like this. He kisses the red tip of one of his brother's ears, breathing a little too fast and uneven, presence close and warm above Rowan but not pressing down on him.]