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Stewy pulls Kendall aside at the wedding after party, “dude, I know this is all super fucked up and everything but do you think I can fuck Roman?”

Kendall looks at him blankly for a minute before laughing.

“We both just fucked him so hard he won’t be able to do anything the same the rest of his life,” Kendall keeps eye contact with Stewy which Stewy knows is to see if he’s being serious, “but sure. If he’ll let you. He’s super pissed about the bear hug. I don’t know if that’ll translate well.”

Stewy smiles at him and touches his arm, “knew you’d be cool with it.”

Kendall laughs before pushing Stewy’s arm off him.

“It’s not like I’m his keeper or anything,” Kendall replies easily. Stewy wonders for a second how high Kendall is exactly before pushing that thought out of his mind and a much brighter one hits him.

“I bet you’d watch it though,” Stewy says it like it’s a joke but he’s dead serious.

“Fuck,” Kendall mutters. “He’s my brother.”

Stewy rolls his eyes, “labels. Labels. Who cares?”

Kendall grins at him stupidly.

“You’re so gross man,” Kendall replies but Stewy can see the spark in his eyes. Stewy’s laid the groundwork and now Kendall is walking all over it.

“Dude,” Stewy leans into Kendall, so that he can speak directly into Kendall’s ear, “if you see me pulling Roman to the side, away from the tables, head back to the room. Get inside my closet and we’ll see. Yeah?”

Kendall blinks stupidly at him for a long time before finally starting to smile.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Stewy parts from Kendall with one last look, winking and then taking himself over to the table he knows Roman’s sat at.

Stewy spots Roman right away. He’s sat with that tall blonde woman who he’s been clinging to all weekend and he’s seemingly shouting at every person that walks a little bit too close to him.

“Fuck off,” Roman snaps as Stewy approaches.

Stewy holds his hands out in front of him, trying to show his innocence but Roman ignores him and goes back to talking to the woman.

Stewy interrupts them once the woman looks at him puzzled, clearly she doesn’t know what’s going on exactly, or she wants a way out. “Roman, can we talk?”

Roman glances over at him and sneers.

“I’m not talking to you,” Roman replies.

The woman looks between them before standing up, “I’m going to go get Rachel, that woman I was talking about earlier, I think she wanted to talk to you Roman.” It’s the clearest excuse Stewy has ever heard and he’s heard a lot of fucking excuses in his life.

Stewy takes her seat happily.

Roman turns away from him and looks like he’s about to get up so Stewy leans into him a bit.

“Let’s talk,” Stewy says, “I didn’t want to hurt you. You know how it is, business is business.”

Roman laughs in his face, “you’re so full of shit. Both of you.”

Stewy nods in agreement, “look,” he tries to speak.

“No!” Roman cuts him off. “You’re trying to fuck me here. This company is everything for me. I don’t have anything else. This stupid bid you have going on is you killing me.”

“I am trying to fuck you,” Stewy agrees, “but not like that.”

“You’re so gross,” Roman groans, he grabs his drink and takes a massive gulp of it. Stewy keeps his eyes on Roman’s neck as he swallows.

“Roman,” Stewy says easily, “sometimes you just need to get your hatred out of your system.”

Roman finally looks at him. Really looks.

His eyes are flaring and Stewy can tell he’s pissed but there’s also something else there. Stewy knew he could work this angle. The hate fuck angle.

“With you?” Roman scoffs, “I’d rather do that with my girlfriend, Tabitha. Who you just forced out of her seat.”

Stewy rolls his eyes. If Roman’s going to play hard to get, Stewy can go along with him.

“I just watched her get up out of her own free will,” Stewy points out laughing in response.

Roman looks at him darkly for a second before turning to look around a bit. He clearly doesn’t find whoever he’s looking for because he turns back to Stewy.

“I’m not doing this here,” Roman resigns.

Stewy grins stupidly. This is exactly what he needed.

He leads Roman over to a darker wall and hopes Kendall was watching and knows to go back to the room now.

“Is this better?” Stewy asks as he leans up against the wall.

Roman stands awkwardly in front of him but he doesn’t object.

“Look,” Roman starts to explain things to Stewy as if Stewy isn’t in complete control of their situation, “this doesn’t mean anything. Okay? This is one and done. And it’s not because of anything. Yeah?”

“Of course,” Stewy agrees happily.

“I don’t want you getting any ideas,” Roman points an accusing finger at Stewy.

Stewy grins at him, “my place is separate from all this bullshit.”

Roman accepts his offer and gestures for Stewy to lead the way.

As soon as they’re inside Stewy’s room, Stewy presses Roman against the door. Desperately declothing them both so that they can get started quicker.

Stewy had managed the whole walk there without so much as a moan as his dick hardened so he’s vicious once he gets his mouth on Roman’s.

Roman moans into the kiss and helps Stewy’s efforts to get them naked.

They only stop to break apart when Stewy has to grab some lube.

“Do you have any rubber?” Roman asks, watching as Stewy retrieves the lube.

“No,” Stewy shakes his head. He never carries condoms with him. He’s clean and most partners don’t care about a little cum inside them.

“Oh- um-“ Roman stumbles over his words.

Stewy reaches out for him and pulls him into another rough kiss.

“Don’t worry about it,” Stewy kisses his cheek sympathetically.

“I’m not on any birth control,” Roman admits. Stewy scoffs.

“Who cares?”

Roman seems uncomfortable but doesn’t argue further.

“Okay,” Roman surges forward and sloppily kisses Stewy again.

This time they break apart as Stewy’s hard dick rises even further and starts to rub between Roman’s thighs.

They’d both forgotten that they’d gotten so naked so quickly which is laughable because they’d done that on purpose.

Stewy reaches down and thumbs slowly over Roman’s clit who whines and almost falls backwards onto the bed.

Stewy takes that as a sign to actually move them both over onto the bed which Roman accepts.

Stewy lays Roman out on the bed and moves backwards until he’s aligned with Roman’s pussy. He leans down carefully, letting his breath ghost against Roman who lets out a short huff.

“Hurry up,” Roman comments. Stewy shuts him up by licking into Roman’s pussy.

Stewy can feel himself getting impossibly harder as his beard connects with Roman’s pussy roughly. “Fuck!” Roman shouts as Stewy purposefully rubs his beard against Roman, beard burn hurts like hell afterwards but Stewy knows it can be the greatest pleasure in the moment (he’s been told before by his girlfriend).

Stewy stops licking his way into Roman’s folds and redirects his attention to sucking on Roman’s clit.

It’s hard and red, basically demanding all of Stewy’s attention.

Stewy pushes a few hairs out of his way so that he can suck on it better which makes Roman let out a perfect sound, a mix between a hiss and a moan. (A yelp? Maybe?)

Stewy can tell Roman’s going to cum when Roman’s hands finally stop fisting the sheets and instead grip onto Stewy’s hair. Stewy pulls off him and laughs at Roman’s pitiful whine at the loss of contact.

“Patience,” Stewy tuts at him.

Stewy grabs the lube which he’d had the sense to also place on the bed even though Roman’s definitely wet enough to take it and lathers himself up. (He’ll always make sure his comfort is put first because pushing in as a dry object doesn’t always feel nice. Not even if what he’s pushing into is gushing.)

Stewy lines himself and pushes in, causing Roman’s back to arch off the bed. Their chests bump and Stewy’s cold nipple piercing brushes against Roman’s small breasts.

Stewy grins as he pinches one of Roman’s nipples, thankful he can pinch them and have Roman feel it, grateful Roman’s breasts were so small he’d never had to chop them off.

Roman manages to raise his own hands long enough to attempt to pinch Stewy’s but one thrust in makes Roman’s eyes roll back into his head and his hands drop to start fisting the sheets again.

Roman’s orgasming around Stewy’s dick in no time. As Stewy continued his attack on Roman’s nipples and occasionally gave his clit a pinch too.

Stewy himself is also close but he wants to get a second orgasm out of Roman first before he cums.

That’s when Roman’s head snaps up off his lazy lolling on the pillows.

“What was that?” Roman asks looking around wildly.

Stewy would’ve thought Roman would calm down once he’d had an orgasm but it had actually seemed to draw him up even tighter.

Roman starts to push Stewy’s chest. Like he’s trying to make a break for it.

“This place is old,” Stewy tells him and pushes him back down, “it’s probably the pipes.”

Roman doesn’t want to go back to peacefully laying down and starts to hammer Stewy down.

“Stop,” Stewy grabs Roman’s hands and pushes him down forcefully. “Let me cum first you selfish prick.”

Roman flinches and keeps darting his head around crazily.

“I want you to!” Roman whimpers as Stewy pushes his hands further into the mattress, “but that sounded like Kendall. So- just- stop.”

Stewy lets go of Roman’s hands for a second, shocked that Roman mentioned Kendall and wondering what he’d missed that Roman hadn’t.

Stewy follows Roman’s gaze once Roman finally keeps his head in one place, looking to the side of him opposite his door where his closet is.

Fuck.

He realises what Roman heard.

Roman heard Kendall from his hiding space.

Stewy hadn’t thought about how Kendall could be loud whilst jerking it. He should’ve thought about that.

He’d thought it would be fine because Kendall wouldn’t be able to actually see what they were doing and would only be able to hear it but now. Fuck.

Kendall comes crashing out of the closet a moment later.

His mouth is open as if to speak but he’s stopped by the fact that Roman screams.

A blood curdling scream that sounds like Roman has just been stabbed to death.

“What the fuck?” Roman continues to scream.

Stewy steals the moment to pin Roman back down.

“You sick fuck!” Roman keeps going.

Now he’s realised he needs to start fighting and he’s bucking up against Stewy trying to fight without his hands. All he manages to achieve is pushing himself deeper onto Stewy’s dick.

Stewy almost cums right then and there. With the horrified expression on Roman’s face and the clearly lustful expression on Kendall’s.

Stewy knows what he’s thinking when he speaks to Kendall ignoring the still screaming mess that is Roman.

“Join me,” Stewy offers Kendall.

Kendall shakes in his place for a bit, making Stewy see how his dick is hanging out. He’s still hard but there’s so much pre-cum dripping from his dick that Stewy just knows Kendall had done his about to orgasm squeak when Roman found him out.

Roman screams louder once Kendall starts walking forward and Stewy has the sense to pull out of him and turn him around. Muffling his noises into the pillows.

“How- uh-“ Kendall stutters, “how- should we?”

Stewy thinks about the lube before deciding Roman doesn’t deserve it.

Not with the screaming he did at seeing his brother.

‘Kendall,’ Stewy can hear Roman saying followed by a plea of ‘no’s’ and ‘please’s’.

Stewy let’s Kendall guide himself over to Roman and moves out of his way to give Kendall the space to pick which hole he wants but he doesn’t move so much out of the way so that he can keep his own access to Roman easy and to keep Roman pressed into the mattress as best as possible.

The pillow is really helpful at muffling what Roman’s screaming and begging. Stewy briefly congratulates himself for being such a genius in these tough moments.

Kendall settles for Roman’s pussy, pushing in quickly and thrusting in rapidly. Stewy knows he’s not going to last long so gathers his thoughts and makes a plan quicker than he’s ever done before.

He climbs onto Roman’s back and releases his hold on Roman’s arms. They don’t even help Roman now with Stewy’s whole body weight on him.

It’s hard and it goes against how things should work but Stewy manages to get himself in a position to rut against and somewhat push into Roman’s asshole.

Kendall cums inside Roman as Roman lets out another scream. On top of him, Stewy can feel the vibrations of it. He wonders how hoarse Roman’s voice is going to be by the morning.

Once Kendall’s orgasmed, Stewy can get back to work on making Roman have his second.

Kendall’s mostly out of it so he retreats to sitting down next to them in the bed whilst Stewy fingers Roman, crooking his fingers into Roman in a way that should get Roman worked up.

Stewy starts to hear Roman sobbing as he feels Roman’s pussy go tight around his fingers and feels his fingers get coated as Roman orgasms for a second time.

With Roman done, Stewy finally works himself to completion, pushing the cum that lands on Roman’s asscrack inside Roman’s hole.

Stewy climbs off Roman and checks in with Kendall.

‘You good?’ He asks Kendall with his eyes, Kendall nods in response.

Roman curls up on Stewy’s bed as Kendall gets himself together and whispers to Stewy that he forgot to dance with his kids.

Stewy laughs and sends him on his way.

He goes into his own bathroom with one last look at Roman’s curled up form wondering if it was all so bad for him and if he couldn’t just enjoy it for one night.

Stewy comes back out of his bathroom to find Roman is finally getting his things together.

“You’re sick,” Roman attempts to shout at him but it comes out as a croak.

Stewy doesn’t react.

“My brother?” Roman whispers. Stewy can see the tear tracks on his face.

Stewy ignores the way he slams Stewy’s rooms door and sits himself down on his bed, prepared for the best nights sleep of his entire life.