The rasp of the curry comb against horsehide filled the stable, a steady, meditative rhythm Eijiro had fallen into over the past hour. His arm ached from the repetition, sweat beading at his temples and tracing a slow path down his spine beneath his worn flannel. He worked through the motions mechanically, his mind still half-lost in the memory of Tetsu's messages from the night before, what his brother had texted back after Eijiro sent him that video—*I'm gonna fuck you pregnant.*
The rumble of an engine cut through the morning quiet, low and diesel-heavy, grinding to a halt just beyond the stable doors. Eijiro's hand froze mid-stroke. The curry comb slipped from his fingers, thudding softly into the straw. That couldn't be him. Not yet. It'd barely been eight hours. He'd said ten. But the heavy slam of a truck door, the familiar cadence of boots hitting gravel—Eijiro's chest seized, heart slamming against his ribs as recognition flooded through him like lightning.
The stable door groaned open, and there he was. Silver hair slightly disheveled from the drive, sharp red eyes scanning the dim interior before they landed on Eijiro. Tetsutetsu Kirishima stood silhouetted against the morning light, broad-shouldered and wind-burned, a duffel bag hanging loosely from one hand. The bag hit the ground before either of them could speak, and then Eijiro was moving, his boots pounding against packed earth as he closed the distance between them.
Their bodies collided. Eijiro's arms locked around Tetsu's neck, and he was lifted off his feet, Tetsu's hands gripping his thighs, pressing them together as they stumbled back against the stable wall. The impact rattled through Eijiro's teeth, but he didn't feel it. All he felt was Tetsu's mouth—hungry and desperate, tasting of coffee and the long road—crashing against his own in a kiss that swallowed the years of separation whole.
"Fuck," Tetsu breathed against his lips, the word ragged, almost broken. His hands slid up from Eijiro's thighs, gripping his hips, pulling him impossibly closer until there was no space left between them. "Fuck, Ei. I couldn't wait. I—" He cut himself off, pressing his forehead to Eijiro's, eyes squeezed shut. "I drove like a madman. Didn't even stop to piss."
Their mouths didn't break apart. Couldn't. Eijiro's fingers twisted into Tetsu's shirt, pulling him closer, and Tetsu answered by gripping the back of Eijiro's neck, tilting his head to deepen the angle. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, desperate and sloppy, neither of them caring about the stretch of spit that connected them when they finally tore apart for air.
"Need you," Eijiro gasped, the words torn from somewhere deep. "Need you so bad, Tetsu. I've been—" He couldn't finish. Tetsu's mouth was on his throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and Eijiro's head fell back against the stable wall, a moan scraping out of his chest.
"I know." Tetsu's voice was rough, wrecked, his breath hot against Eijiro's skin. "I know, Ei. Fuck, I know." His hands found the hem of Eijiro's flannel, yanking it up, and Eijiro raised his arms without hesitation, letting the fabric peel away and fall into the straw. Tetsu's palms pressed flat against his chest, dragging down over his top surgery scars, over his stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans. "We need these off.”
Eijiro's hands shook as he worked the belt buckle, the buttons—too slow, too clumsy—until Tetsu shoved his hands aside and ripped them open himself. Eijiro’s jeans dropped, pooling around his boots, and he kicked them off, standing naked in the hay while the horses shifted in their stalls, watching with dark, curious eyes. Tetsu's gaze raked over him, hot and hungry, and then he was stripping too—shirt over his head, jeans kicked aside, boxers following until they stood bare in the dusty light, nothing between them but want.
Eijiro dropped to his knees before he could think about it. The hay scratched against his shins, the smell of horse and dust filling his lungs, but all he could focus on was Tetsu's cock—thick and heavy and already leaking, the smell of it hitting him like a wall after the long drive. Musk and sweat and something deeper, something that belonged only to his brother. Eijiro's mouth watered. He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut, and inhaled—deep and greedy, the scent flooding through him, making his head swim and his cunt clench with desperate need.
"Fuck, Ei." Tetsu's voice came from above him, strained. "You don’t have to—”
Eijiro didn't answer. He turned his head, pressing his lips to the curve of Tetsu's balls, the skin warm and heavy and slightly damp. He mouthed at them, tasting salt and musk and the raw, animal scent of his brother's body, and a shudder ran through him so powerful his knees nearly gave out. He rolled his tongue over the left one, then the right, savoring the weight of them against his lips, the way Tetsu's breath hitched above him.
"God," Eijiro breathed, the word muffled against skin. "God, Tetsu. You smell so fucking good. I could—" He licked a long, slow stripe up the side of Tetsu's shaft, tasting the precum that beaded at the tip. "I could die right here. I wouldn't care."
Tetsu's hand found his hair, fingers threading through the red spikes, gripping tight. "Don't you dare," he growled, but there was no heat in it—just raw, naked need. "Not until I'm buried inside you. Not until I've fucked you full."
Eijiro moaned at the words, his mouth dropping open, tongue dragging over the head of Tetsu's cock, tasting him properly for the first time in months. The flavor burst across his tongue—bitter and salty and undeniably Tetsu—and Eijiro's hips bucked against nothing, his pussy clenching around empty air, desperate to be filled. He sucked the tip into his mouth, just the head, just enough to feel the weight and heat of it, and the sound Tetsu made—a broken, guttural groan—was the most beautiful thing Eijiro had ever heard.
Eijiro's mouth stretched wide, his jaw aching as he took more of Tetsu's cock, the thick head sliding past his lips and pressing against his tongue. He breathed through his nose, focusing on the weight and heat filling his mouth, the familiar musk flooding his senses and making his head swim. His hands found Tetsu's thighs, gripping the solid muscle as he pushed deeper, his throat working around the intrusion, fighting the gag reflex that threatened to close him off. He wanted this. Needed it. Needed to feel his brother's cock buried so deep it left a mark on his soul.
"That's it," Tetsu groaned, his hand tightening in Eijiro's hair, guiding him down. "Fuck, Ei. Your mouth feels so goddamn good."
Eijiro moaned around the shaft, the vibration drawing a shudder from Tetsu's entire body. He pulled back, letting the cock slide nearly out before pushing forward again, finding a rhythm that made his jaw burn and his eyes water. The taste of precum coated his tongue, bitter and salty, and he swallowed it eagerly, chasing more. He wanted everything Tetsu had. Every drop. Every part of him. He wanted to be consumed by his brother until there was nothing left but this—the two of them, tangled and raw and unashamed.
Then it happened. Without warning, a flood of hot liquid hit the back of Eijiro's throat—not semen, but something else, something warm and sharp and unmistakable. Tetsu's body tensed above him, and Eijiro's eyes flew open, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. Piss. His brother was pissing into his mouth. Every instinct screamed at him to pull away, to gag, to spit it out. But Eijiro didn't move. He held himself still, his throat working automatically, swallowing the stream that poured into him. The taste hit him—bitter and metallic, with an undertone of coffee from the long drive. It should have been disgusting. It should have been wrong. But the heat of it spreading through his chest, the way Tetsu groaned above him, the raw intimacy of this—Eijiro's eyes fluttered shut, and he swallowed again. And again. He drank it all, every drop his brother had held in for hours, his throat working in long, greedy gulps.
"Fuck, Ei," Tetsu breathed, his voice wrecked, almost disbelieving. "You're actually—"
Eijiro pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, a trail of pale liquid and spit connecting his lips to the tip of Tetsu's cock. He looked up at his brother, his eyes wide and dark, his cheeks flushed. A slow smile spread across his face, genuine and radiant, hearts practically shining in his gaze. "I didn't know I'd like that," he admitted, his voice raspy. He licked his lips, catching the last traces of Tetsu's taste. "But I really, really did."
Tetsu stared down at him, his chest heaving, his red eyes burning with raw, naked hunger. "Jesus Christ, Ei."
Eijiro didn't wait for more. He dropped his gaze back to Tetsu's cock, leaning in, his tongue darting out to press against the slit. He dug the tip in, searching, licking at the opening with small, desperate strokes, trying to coax out more of that flavor. The taste lingered on his tongue—bitter and warm and utterly, completely Tetsu—and Eijiro's hips bucked against nothing, his cunt clenching around empty air. He pulled back, still licking his lips, and looked up at his brother through his lashes. "You sure you don't have any more?" His voice came out plaintive, almost childlike in its need. "I want more, Tetsu. Please."
He pressed his mouth back to the head, sucking hard against the slit, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. A whimper escaped him, muffled against Tetsu's skin, and he pumped the shaft with his hand, working it, coaxing it, begging without words for anything his brother would give him. More piss. More cum. More of anything that came from Tetsu's body. He'd drink it all. Every drop. For the rest of his life if he had to.
Tetsu's breath came in ragged gasps above him, his hand still fisted in Eijiro's hair, holding him there as Eijiro's tongue worked the slit with desperate, hungry strokes. A rough laugh escaped Tetsu's chest, raw and disbelieving. "Look at you. Since when did my baby brother turn into such a fucking slut for piss?"
Eijiro pulled back, his lips wet and swollen, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip of Tetsu's cock. He looked up with wide red eyes—the same eyes he'd had since they were kids, the ones that could make Tetsu give him anything. But there was nothing innocent in them now. Just pure, naked want. He pouted, his lower lip jutting out in that familiar way, the one he'd used to wheedle extra dessert or get out of chores when they were growing up. "Don't tease me," he whined, his voice rough from use. "I didn't know I'd like it. But I do. I really, really do, Tetsu." He pressed a kiss to the head of Tetsu's cock, soft and reverent. "Please. I know you've got more. You said you didn't stop."
Tetsu's jaw tightened, his red eyes burning down at his brother. "Fuck, Ei." He shifted his stance, one hand finding the wall for support, and let out a long breath. "Alright. Alright, baby. Open up." Eijiro's mouth fell open immediately, his tongue extended, his eyes never leaving Tetsu's face. And then it came—a fresh stream, hot and steady, hitting his tongue and flooding his mouth. Eijiro's eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping him around the flow, and he swallowed. Gulped it down like communion, like something sacred, his throat working in long, greedy pulls. The taste was sharper now, more concentrated from being held so long, and Eijiro drank it like a man dying of thirst.
He didn't spill a drop. His hands gripped Tetsu's thighs, steadying himself as he swallowed again and again, his cunt clenching around nothing, slick dripping down his thighs. The horses shifted in their stalls, one of them huffing softly, but Eijiro barely heard it. All he could hear was the rush of liquid into his mouth, the sound of his own desperate swallowing, Tetsu's ragged breathing above him. When the stream finally tapered to a dribble, Eijiro chased it, sucking hard at the slit, his cheeks hollowing as he coaxed out every last drop. He licked the tip clean, his tongue circling the head, tasting the salt and bitterness that lingered.
He pulled back, gasping, a trail of spit and piss connecting his lips to Tetsu's cock. He looked up, his face flushed, his eyes glassy and dark. "Thank you," he whispered, the words reverent. "Thank you, Tetsu." He pressed his mouth back to the head, kissing it softly, his tongue darting out for one last taste.
And then Tetsu's hand tightened in his hair. "Sorry, baby," Tetsu growled, his voice dark and rough. "I don't have any more piss for you." Eijiro whined against his skin, the sound muffled and desperate. "But I've got something else." Tetsu's hips pulled back, the head of his cock sliding across Eijiro's lips, and then he pushed forward—hard, fast, burying himself to the hilt in Eijiro's throat. Eijiro gagged, his eyes watering, his hands flying up to grip Tetsu's thighs for balance. "I've got months of cum saved up in these heavy fucking nuts," Tetsu grunted, pulling back and slamming in again. "All for you, Ei. Every fucking drop."
Tetsu fucked his throat with brutal, unforgiving strokes, his hips slapping against Eijiro's face, his balls swinging heavy and full against Eijiro's chin. Eijiro's eyes streamed tears, his nose pressed into Tetsu's pelvis, the thick cock choking him with every thrust. But he didn't pull away. He didn't fight it. He moaned around the shaft, his throat working, his hands gripping Tetsu's thighs like anchors. Drool spilled down his chin, mixing with the leftover piss and precum, making a mess of his chest. He didn't care. This was what he needed. What he'd been starving for.
He pulled off with a wet gasp, just long enough to gasp out the words, his voice wrecked and raw. "I need it all, Tetsu. Every hole. I need you to fill me until I'm leaking." He pressed his forehead to Tetsu's cock, kissing the shaft, licking a stripe up the side. "I need your cum in my pussy. In my ass. In my mouth. I need to be so full of you I can't think straight." He looked up, his red eyes burning with desperate, feverish need. "Please, Tetsu. I've been so empty without you. Make me swallow your thick cum."
Tetsu's hand tightened in Eijiro's hair, yanking his head back. Eijiro's mouth fell open on instinct, his tongue extended, his eyes locked on his brother's face with desperate, starving need. Tetsu's other hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping fast and rough, his breath coming in ragged, punched-out gasps. "Open up, baby," he growled, his voice wrecked and raw. "Open up for me."
Eijiro's heart slammed against his ribs. He opened wider, his jaw aching, his tongue flat and waiting. The first rope hit his tongue—thick and hot and so goddamn much of it, a heavy splash of white that coated his taste buds and sent a jolt through his entire body. Eijiro's eyes fluttered shut, a moan tearing out of his chest as the second rope hit, then the third, painting his tongue in layers of thick, creamy cum. The taste flooded through him—bitter and salty and undeniably Tetsu—and Eijiro swallowed without thinking, his throat working in long, greedy pulls. But more kept coming. Tetsu's cock pulsed above him, each spasm delivering another heavy rope, and Eijiro's mouth filled faster than he could swallow. Cum spilled over his lips, dripping down his chin, splattering onto his chest. He didn't care. He opened wider, taking it all, letting the excess run down his neck, his collarbone, his stomach. He swallowed again, and again, the thick heat sliding down his throat, and he couldn't stop the whimper that escaped him, high and desperate and grateful.
The final rope landed across his lips, and Eijiro's tongue darted out, catching it, pulling it into his mouth. He pressed his lips together, savoring the taste, letting it coat his tongue before he swallowed one last time. His throat worked, and he felt the cum settle warm in his stomach, a fullness that made him feel complete in a way he couldn't explain. He opened his eyes, looking up at his brother through his lashes, and licked his lips clean, catching every last trace.
Tetsu stared down at him, chest heaving, his red eyes dark and blown wide. "Fuck, Ei," he breathed, the words barely a whisper. "You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
Eijiro smiled, slow and radiant, cum smeared across his chin and neck. He lifted a hand, wiping a thick drop from his collarbone, and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, satisfied hum. "You taste so good, Tetsu," he said, his voice raspy and wrecked. "I could live off your cum." He pressed a kiss to the head of Tetsu's sensitive, but still hard cock.
Eijiro's back hit the hay, and he didn't wait—didn't give himself a second to think, to hesitate, to worry about the horses watching or the dust in his lungs or anything except the burning need between his legs. He grabbed his knees and hauled them toward his shoulders, his thighs spreading wide, his pussy already slick and dripping and exposed to the morning air. His cunt clenched around nothing, desperate and hungry, and he could feel his own wetness sliding down the crack of his ass, soaking into the straw beneath him.
"You promised," Eijiro gasped, his voice wrecked and raw, his red eyes locked on Tetsu's face. His hands found his own pussy lips, fingers trembling as he spread them wide, showing his brother everything—the swollen pink flesh, the way his clit poked out thick and hard from HRT, the way his hole fluttered and pulsed with each desperate heartbeat. "You promised to fuck me pregnant, Tetsu. I need it. I need you to breed me. I need your cum so deep inside me it takes root." His hips bucked, pushing his cunt toward the air, toward his brother. "Fuck into my womb until there's a baby in there. Please. Please, Tetsu."
The word hung between them—baby. Something they'd never said out loud. Something that had always been a shadow in the back of Eijiro's mind, a fantasy so forbidden he'd barely let himself think it. But now, with Tetsu's cum still warm in his stomach and his pussy clenching around nothing, it was all he could think about. His own body swollen with Tetsu's child. His belly round and heavy with proof that they belonged to each other in the most primal way possible. He wanted it so badly his chest ached.
Tetsu stood over him, chest heaving, his cock still hard and slick with spit and cum, pre-leaking from the slit. His red eyes burned down at his brother, his jaw tight, his hands trembling at his sides. For a long moment he didn't move—just stared, drinking in the sight of Eijiro spread open and begging, his pussy glistening in the dusty light, his thighs trembling with need. Then his mouth curled into something between a grin and a snarl. "Fuck, Ei. You're gonna be the death of me."
He dropped to his knees in the hay, the impact sending dust spiraling into the air. His hands found Eijiro's thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise, and he yanked him forward, pulling his ass onto his lap. The head of his cock pressed against Eijiro's entrance—just pressed, not pushing, the thick uncut tip nudging against the slick folds, smearing precum and leftover cum across Eijiro's swollen lips. Eijiro's breath caught, his eyes rolling back, his hands still holding his knees to his chest, keeping himself open and vulnerable and utterly at his brother's mercy.
"You want this?" Tetsu growled, his voice low and dark and wrecked. "You want me to fuck a baby into you, Ei?" He pressed forward just a fraction, the head of his cock stretching Eijiro's entrance, and Eijiro's whole body seized, a sob tearing out of his throat. "You want to be full of me? To carry my child?"
"Yes," Eijiro sobbed, the word breaking apart in his throat. "Yes, Tetsu, please, I need it, I need you, I've needed you since we were kids and I couldn't—" His voice cracked, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please. Please just—"
Tetsu didn't make him wait. He slammed forward in one brutal, unforgiving thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Eijiro's tight, slick cunt. Eijiro screamed—a raw, guttural sound that tore out of his chest and echoed off the stable walls, startling the horses into restless shuffling. The stretch was overwhelming, Tetsu's thick cock filling him completely, splitting him open in a way that bordered on pain but was pure, undiluted bliss. Eijiro's vision whited out, his back arching off the hay, his hands gripping his knees so hard his knuckles went white.
Tetsu didn't stop. He pulled back and slammed in again, and again, his hips pounding against Eijiro's ass with a wet, slapping rhythm that filled the stable. The sound of it—skin on skin, the squelch of Eijiro's soaked pussy gripping Tetsu's cock, the horses snorting and shifting in their stalls—it was animal and raw and perfect. Eijiro's screams melted into a continuous stream of moans, his head thrashing in the hay, drool spilling down his chin. "Yes, yes, yes, Tetsu, fuck yes, don't stop, please don't ever stop—"
Tetsu leaned forward, his weight pressing Eijiro's knees deeper into his chest, folding him nearly in half. The new angle drove his cock even deeper, and Eijiro felt it—felt the head of Tetsu's cock pressing against something inside him, something that made stars burst behind his eyes. "I'm gonna fill you up, Ei," Tetsu growled against his ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I'm gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days. And when I'm done, I'm gonna do it again. And again. Until there's no question about what's inside you." He drove in deep and held, grinding his pelvis against Eijiro's clit.
The first inward thrust after that grinding pause sent a gush of liquid spraying from Eijiro's cunt—clear and warm, arcing through the dusty air to spatter across Tetsu's thighs and stomach. Eijiro's scream cut off into a strangled gasp, his body convulsing around the thick cock buried inside him. The next thrust did it again, another jet of squirt flooding out, soaking the hay beneath them, and Tetsu growled low in his chest, his hips picking up speed.
"That's it, baby," Tetsu grunted, slamming forward, and another wave of squirt erupted from Eijiro's cunt, splashing against Tetsu's pelvis. "Keep squirting for me. I wanna drown in you." Eijiro's hands scrabbled at the hay, his head thrown back, his red eyes rolled up and glassy. Every inward stroke forced another spasm, another gush, his body no longer in control—just a vessel for Tetsu's cock, pulsing and releasing with each brutal thrust.
"Tetsu—Tetsu, I can't stop—" Eijiro sobbed, his voice wrecked and raw, tears and drool and cum painting his face. His pussy clenched and released in a continuous rhythm, squirting with every single thrust, the wet sound of it mixing with the slap of skin and the heavy breathing of the horses in their stalls. "It feels too good, I can't—" Another convulsion, another spray of liquid, and Eijiro's hips bucked helplessly, meeting Tetsu's thrusts even as his body shook with overload.
Tetsu leaned down, his chest pressing against Eijiro's cum-smeared torso, his mouth finding Eijiro's in a brutal, biting kiss. His hips never slowed—pounding into that slick, squirting cunt with the relentless rhythm of a machine, his heavy balls slapping against Eijiro's ass with each drive. "You don't have to stop," Tetsu growled against his lips. "You're gonna squirt until you're empty, Ei. Until there's nothing left in you but me."
Eijiro's back arched, a scream tearing from his throat as another orgasm ripped through him—his whole body clenching, his cunt milking Tetsu's cock even as another gush of squirt flooded out, drenching them both. The hay beneath them was soaked, a dark patch spreading out from Eijiro's ass, and the smell of sex and sweat and horse filled his lungs. "I'm yours," Eijiro gasped, the words broken and desperate. "I'm your cumslut, Tetsu. Your fucking—your cunt—please don't ever stop—"
Tetsu's hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking, and with a guttural roar he came—thick ropes of cum pumping deep into Eijiro's cunt, flooding him with heat. But he didn't stop. His hips kept moving, grinding and thrusting through the orgasm, his cock still hard and buried to the hilt, painting Eijiro's insides with rope after rope. Eijiro felt every pulse, every spasm, his own cunt milking his brother's cock, and another squirt burst from him, his body responding even as he drowned in the sensation.
"More," Eijiro whined, his voice barely a whisper, his hands gripping Tetsu's shoulders as his brother kept fucking him. "Give me more, Tetsu. I need all of it." Tetsu's hips never slowed, his cock still rock hard, still driving into that soaked, squelching cunt. The next thrust was dry—no more cum—but Tetsu's groan was just as deep, just as hungry. He fucked through the sensitivity, through the ache, his balls emptying every last drop into his brother's womb.
"Take it, Ei," Tetsu growled, his voice wrecked and raw, his forehead pressed to Eijiro's. "Take every fucking drop." Eijiro's cunt clenched around the his cock, milking it even now, and he felt Tetsu's hips keep moving, pulling back and slamming in, each stroke forcing a weak squirt from Eijiro's oversensitive pussy. The liquid that came out now was thinner, mixed with cum and his own slick, a pale, milky mess that soaked his thighs and the hay beneath them.
They kept fucking—minutes or hours, Eijiro couldn't tell. Tetsu's cock never softened, never stopped moving, even as his balls emptied completely. Each thrust was perfect, and Eijiro's body kept responding, kept squirting, kept clenching, until he had nothing left but a fine spray of clear liquid that smelled like him and tasted like Tetsu's cum in the back of his throat. His whole body was painted—cum on his chest, his face, his thighs, his stomach, a sheen of white and sweat that glistened in the dusty stable light.
Finally, Tetsu stilled, buried deep inside his brother, his chest heaving, his breath hot and ragged against Eijiro's throat. Eijiro lay beneath him, limp and trembling, his red eyes half-lidded, a blissed-out smile spreading across his cum-smeared face. "I always knew," Eijiro whispered, his voice barely audible, his hand coming up to touch Tetsu's cheek. "Always knew I was meant for this. For you. For your cum." He laughed, a broken, happy sound, and his cunt gave one last weak clench around his brother's cock. "I'm your cumdump, Tetsu. Always have been and always will."
Tetsu's forehead pressed against Eijiro's, their breath mingling, hot and ragged, in the dusty stable light. Eijiro's hands—still trembling, still weak—found Tetsu's face, cupping his jaw, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. The cum on his fingers smeared across Tetsu's skin, but neither cared. Eijiro pulled him down, slow, deliberate, and their lips met—not the bruising, desperate kisses from before, but something softer, something that ached. Tetsu's mouth parted against his, the salt of cum and sweat and hay, and it was the most honest thing he'd ever swallowed.
Tetsu's hips shifted, his cock still buried deep, and the small movement sent a shiver through Eijiro's oversensitive cunt, but he didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding into Tetsu's silver hair, gripping tight, like he was afraid his brother would dissolve into the morning light.
When they broke apart, gasping, Eijiro's red eyes were wet, tears cutting clean tracks through the grime and cum on his face. His voice came out cracked, barely a whisper, but it filled the stable like a bell.
"I love you, Tetsu." He said it like a confession, like a prayer, like something he'd been holding in his chest since they were boys sneaking into each other's beds.
Tetsu's breath hitched, his jaw tightening, and for a long moment he just stared—at the mess he'd made of his brother, at the blissed-out, wrecked, beautiful face beneath him. Then he leaned down, pressing his forehead to Eijiro's again, and his voice broke on the words.
"I love you too, Ei. Always have. Always will." He kissed him once more, soft and final, and Eijiro's cunt clenched around his cock in a weak, grateful pulse, as if to say stay.