Kyo had been living with them for three months now. His brother’s boyfriend, six years older than Kael, with that ridiculous body that made no sense on a guy. Kael’s brother, Marcus, had brought him home like some kind of prize, and ever since, Kael had been losing his fucking mind.
It was the little things. The way Kyo walked around the house in those tiny shorts, the hem riding up his thick thighs with every step. The way he’d bend over to grab something from the bottom shelf of the fridge, that big juicy ass practically begging for attention. And Kyo was completely oblivious, or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he knew exactly what he was doing with those green eyes and that mole under his left eye, looking up at Kael through dark lashes while his pale skin practically glowed in the kitchen light.
Kael’s room was right next to theirs. That was the worst part. Every night, he’d lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing Kyo was just on the other side of the wall. His mind would wander, and his hand would follow. He’d picture that slim hourglass waist, the way Kyo’s hips flared out, the way that ass would look bouncing on his cock. He’d stroke himself slow at first, thinking about peeling off those little shorts, spreading those thick cheeks, and just burying his face in there. Then faster, imagining Kyo on all fours, moaning, begging for it. He’d cum so hard he’d see stars, and then he’d lie there in the dark, breathless, still aching for the real thing.
During the day, Kael found excuses. A casual brush past Kyo in the hallway, his hand “accidentally” grazing that perfect ass. A slap here and there, always played off as a joke when Marcus was in the room. “Just messing around,” Kael would say, and Kyo would give him this look—half annoyed, half something else. Something that made Kael’s dick twitch in his jeans.
Marcus worked late on Thursdays. Kael knew this. He’d memorized the schedule.
That Thursday, Kyo was in the living room, curled up on the couch in an oversized hoodie and those goddamn shorts. He was scrolling through his phone, legs tucked under him, looking soft and warm and fuckable. Kael walked in and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, trying to play it cool. The TV was on, some show neither of them cared about.
“You always stare at me like that?” Kyo asked without looking up from his phone.
Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs. “Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me.” Kyo finally looked at him, those green eyes sharp and knowing. The mole under his eye crinkled slightly as he smirked.
Fuck it. “Maybe I do.”
Kyo set his phone down. “Marcus is your brother.”
“I know.”
“And I’m older than you.”
“I know.”
Kyo shifted, uncrossing his legs and letting them fall open just slightly. The shorts rode up higher, revealing more of those pale, thick thighs. “You’ve been slapping my ass for weeks. You think I didn’t notice?”
Kael moved closer. “I was hoping you did.”
The air between them was electric, charged with months of tension. Kyo reached out and grabbed the front of Kael’s shirt, pulling him forward until their faces were inches apart. “If we do this, you do exactly what I say. Understand?”
Kael nodded, his mouth dry.
“Good boy.”
Kyo kissed him first, soft and teasing, then harder, his tongue sliding against Kael’s. Kael’s hands found Kyo’s waist, gripping that hourglass curve, pulling him closer. The hoodie came off first, revealing Kyo’s pale chest, smooth and perfect, nipples pink and hard. Kael ducked his head and took one into his mouth, sucking and biting until Kyo gasped and arched into him.
“Bedroom,” Kyo breathed. “Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached Kael’s room, they were both naked, and Kael finally got to see what he’d been dreaming about. Kyo’s body was unreal—that slim waist, those wide hips, and that ass. Fuck, that ass. Round and plump and pale, with just the right amount of jiggle when Kyo moved.
Kael pushed Kyo onto the bed, face down, and spread those thick cheeks apart. He didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between them, tongue diving into Kyo’s tight hole, licking and sucking like he was starving. Kyo moaned into the pillow, pushing back against Kael’s face, his fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Fuck, your tongue,” Kyo whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
Kael didn’t. He ate that ass like it was his last meal, getting it wet and messy, his own dick throbbing painfully against the mattress. When he finally came up for air, Kyo was trembling, his hole slick and ready.
“I want that massive dick inside me,” Kyo said, looking over his shoulder, eyes dark with need. “Now.”
Kael positioned himself behind Kyo, lining up his cock—thick and veiny and aching—against that wet hole. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling Kyo stretch around him, tight and hot and perfect. Kyo cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, and Kael paused, letting him adjust.
“Move,” Kyo demanded. “Fuck me.”
Kael didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Kyo’s hips and started thrusting, deep and hard, watching his dick disappear into that big juicy ass over and over. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, along with Kyo’s moans and Kael’s grunts.