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"Choromatsu, I'm putting it in."
"..."
"Is it fine?"
"...You don't need to ask these things, we're already doing it," he replied, slightly pensive.
"Sorry."
Choromatsu's brows furrowed a little. "You don't need to apologize either."
He could almost hear his brother apologize again before catching himself mid-whisper.
He sighed. Damn, so awkward. This whole situation was awkward.
If someone were to walk in, what would they think? Two brothers having sex… that couldn’t be normal.
"Kh."
Choromatsu's breath hitched, his fist tightening a little harder into the pillow he was hugging.
"...Are you alright?" Ichimatsu asked. "That was too soon after all, wasn't it? We should've prepared you more."
Choromatsu chuckled hoarsely. "Don't flatter yourself, you're not that big."
Ichimatsu laughed back. "Bigger than you."
He laughed too. "The hell? We're the same size."
"No way."
"Yes way, we're both sextuplets, remember?"
Ichimatsu hummed. "Yours must just be cuter then."
“The hell? Is that some sort of flattery?!”
Ichimatsu smiled. "Of course I would want to flatter my favorite older brother."
Choromatsu got flustered. "F-.. favorite, you say? Well, alright then..."
... But wait, doesn't he only ever refer to Osomatsu as his nii-san? Ughhh, Ichimatsuuu! How dare you play with your older brother and lover's heart?! How dare you lie about these kinds of things?!! Once we're done here, I'll make sure to scold you properly for this behavior!!!
"Ah! Aah!"
Choromatsu felt as one of Ichimatsu’s hands slid across his bare chest, fondling it, before finding a nipple to fiddle with.
“Uh…H-... hey… we’ve been through this, haven’t we? Just because I’m taking it doesn’t make me a girl. There’s no reason my breast would get sensitive from doing th… ah...”
Ichimatsu huffed. Seeing his brother’s reaction, he put both hands on him, playing with his chest and caressing his whole body.
“Right? I guess you’re a natural then.”
Choromatsu did his best to scowl again through the horny fluster. “Stop screwing around already. We might not have much time, and I don’t want other guys or, god forbid, Mom to catch us like this, so would you speed thing- Ow! What?! Hey!!!"
Ichimatsu petted his offended butt cheek, still slightly red from the impact.
"Sorry, your NEET ass is really soft, I couldn't resist it."
"The hell is a NEET ass?!"
Ichimatsu groped his butt cheek a little to emphasize his point. "This fat, round, soft ass is a NEET ass. An ass tenderized by the lack of work and stress in one's leisure life. A man's ass plumped up by domestic life to surpass any housewife's ass. A jobless bum, a routine-less rump."
"You have the same damn NEET ass, so slap your own, damn it!!!"
Choromatsu frowned. "Dang it, you're having way too much fun topping."
Moaning, he felt his brother's hand circle around his dick. It was hard.
Ichimatsu chuckled, jerking it. "You seem to be having a lot of fun taking it too."
Choromatsu huffed indignantly. As if. Before having to suppress another embarrassing moan from escaping him.
Damn it, why was he the one taking it anyway? He was older, after all, wouldn't he be better topping?
Then again, they were only doing it to help with Ichimatsu's depressive personality. It was his responsibility as Ichi's older sibling to be helping his sad little brother in any way Choromatsu could. In that case, it'd be even meaner to be using his position of power as the older one in the family against him. Ah-aah, so troublesome! He simply had to bear with it then.
“If you keep being annoying, I’m going to start topping,” the older brother warned, despite those thoughts.
“Heh, you think that cute dick of yours will last more than a couple pumps?”
Choromatsu got angry. “Never mind, as if I’d ever want to fuck your stinky ass- OH! HEY!!!”
Now his other ass cheek was as rosy as the first one.
“I told you to quit that already!"
Ichimatsu grunted, "I'm close."
“...Don’t just announce that, I've told you before, if you’re close, then just get this over with-ah! Ugh.”
The truth was, he was getting closer too, receiving a triple attack from his ass, chest, and dick being fondled.
“Choromatsu?” he heard his brother say.
“Gh-yeah?” he mumbled back, his brain melting from the warm sensation he was feeling.
“Am I good?” Ichimatsu asked.
Choromatsu thought for a moment.
Their first time was particularly awkward, for understandable reasons, with Ichimatsu moving so jerkily and him acting so rough, they both probably regretted even thinking of doing it that day.
But now he was good, his rhythm smooth, and he was very attentive to his partner’s needs. Not that they had any frame of reference for it, but between the two, he felt like a pro.
“Yeah,” the older guy finally replied, breathily. It felt good.
“...Yeah?” prompted Ichimatsu.
Choromatsu hesitated. “Y-you are.”
“...Say it,” asked Ichi. “Come on.”
Tsk, why should I be?..
“...You’re good,” Choromatsu mumbled quietly, nearly a whisper.
Damn it, that was embarrassing to say out loud.
The younger man sighed contemplatively and hugged his brother closer.
“Say it again, louder,” asked Ichimatsu again. His grip on Choromatsu’s dick got firmer, rubbing it faster now.
That sly guy. He just wanted to get praised, didn’t he?
“You’re good,” confirmed Choromatsu again. He was starting to look stern again.
“Haa, haa,” Ichimatsu laughed breathily. He stroke Choromatsu’s chin gently. “What a cute slut.”
He sulked. “I only said that it because you ask me to.”
Ichimatsu chuckled. “What else can you say then? Hmm? Am I the best?”
His hips were moving faster, now his dick sliding hard against Choromatsu’s sweet spot.
“Not like I would know that,” replied the older one thoughtfully through the moans.
“But do you like it?” rephrased Ichimatsu.
“Yeah.”
“Then say that,” prompted Ichi heatedly.
“...I like it.”
“Do you like my dick?”
Damn it. “Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“For fuck sake, yes, I like your dick.”
“Is this the best dick you’ve ever had?”
“It’s the only dick I ever had.”
“So it’s the best one you've had?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in love with it?”
"Ichimatsu."
"Call me Number One Big Dick Ichi."
“I'M NOT FUCKING SAYING ANY MORE OF THAT! ENOUGH!!”
“...”
“...”
“...Could you maybe meow for me?”
“...What are you, a furry now?”
“...”
“...Me- meow.”
Choromatsu felt his head being patted.
"You’re such a good boy today," said Ichimatsu, his smile gentle.
He angrily grabbed his hand and removed it. "Enough with this condensation. Will you come already or not?!"
His brother grabbed him firmer. "Yeah, I’m about to. You?"
Ichimatsu’s thrusts and hand sent waves of pleasure across his whole body. "Yeah… I’m close."
Ichimatsu’s movements sped up.
"Let’s come together," he said.
"Hmph, what a romantic suggestion after the crap you made me say," huffed Choromatsu.
But that was the end of his complaining.
Together, they moved faster, soft moans and groans escaping them as they raced for the finish line.
"Ah… nh," he might’ve complained a lot, but with Ichimatsu’s hands rubbing his cock and sensitive places and his dick sliding across his prostate, he soon was thrown over the edge.
Gritting his teeth, Ichimatsu grunted only to lose his composure in a moan and too come into the ring of tightened muscles.
They hugged in the afterglow.
"Phew," sighed Choromatsu.
"Was that good for you?" asked Ichi.
"Yeah," he replied.
“I’m glad,” smiled the younger. “You felt good too.”
“Really?”
Slowly Ichimatsu embraced him closer. Chuckling, Choromatsu bent his arm and began petting his head. All the creepy, perverted stuff aside, Ichimatsu really was a cute, affectionate guy.
“...Choromatsu.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I love you t...”
There was a sudden noise, shaking them both up. Something like footsteps.
“Meow,” was heard from the outside as a small face showed itself in one of the windows.
“...A cat,” Ichimatsu said, exhaling. “It’s just a cat… Ah!”
Beneath him, his brother was white as a sheet, foaming at the mouth.
“Aah! Wait, no! Choromatsu! Wake up! There’s nothing to worry about! It’s just a cat!”