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Minho stands in front of the door for a few seconds. His eyes are fixed on the ground as he listens to the faint noise of the TV that’s still on. His father has long since fallen asleep, but the excited voices of whatever game show continues still.
He shouldn’t be here. He knows that. But the ache in his lower belly has persisted despite his attempts at calming himself. He hasn’t looked at him once today. Not even a single glance. Jisung probably noticed. Probably sent a few pouts in his direction, too. But Minho’s efforts were to no avail, for he’s been staring at this closed door all evening.
There are no sounds coming from inside the bedroom. He can’t pick up any noises from the short videos Jisung likes to watch when he’s winding down—edits of his favorite anime characters, snippets from animal documentaries, and the occasional meme that makes Minho’s brain recoil. He doesn’t hear him snore either. Not that Jisung snores loudly, but Minho has taken note of how his breath changes whenever he succumbs to sleep.
It’s not that he does it often, not at all, but sometimes the urge to stand by the door and watch his brother sleep overcomes him. Sometimes, he even sits on the bed. And maybe that’s what he’s intending on doing now. Minho’s not quite sure. He can’t judge what that ugly knot in his stomach is—with its wicked tendrils that whisper promises to him when he acknowledges that it’s there.
His fingers curl around the door handle. Minho throws his head over his shoulder and quickly glances down the hallway. Only the flickering light from the TV dances over the walls. He sees no one. He hears no one. And thus, he opens the door.
Sliding inside, Minho comes to a stand with his back against the wall, carefully closing the door behind him. He looks over at the bed nestled into the corner. Jisung doesn’t like to have the bed in the middle of the room, “too much open space,” he always says. Minho always found that weird, but now he can’t help but think of how easy it would be to cage his brother in and—
His palm presses against his growing bulge, and the violent knot within soars with glee.
Because it’s winter, the bed is covered by a thick duvet and an array of blankets. Still, the shape of his brother on the bed is easy to spot. Jisung’s turned to the wall, and as Minho quietly walks up, he sees his nape-length hair flare out on the pillow.
Jisung looks innocent. Calm and content in his sleep. He doesn’t know of the turmoil within Minho. He can’t sense it. He can’t feel it. And even when Minho crawls onto the bed and tugs at the duvet covering his brother, Jisung doesn’t even stir.
Tight-fitting underwear comes into view and Minho swallows a cruel curse. He sits back on his heels and looks up and down Jisung’s sleeping frame. He looks so vulnerable. Defenceless in his dreams. No wonder it makes Minho’s cock ache. He loves it when his brother snivels and hides. Perhaps it’s the sadistic part of him that makes him love it so, but Minho can’t help but wonder if Jisung does it on purpose—luring him in.
Like he wants it.
Like he wants Minho to touch him.
Minho fishes out his phone and quickly opens it with the print of his thumb. He doesn’t have a plan, but he knows he wants a few pictures to add to his collection. He has many pictures stowed away. Some from recent months, but also a few from years ago. Jisung looks good in them all. And sometimes when he’s alone in his room, Jisung’s smiling face even welcomes Minho’s cum.
A sudden twitch courses through Jisung’s body, and Minho nearly drops his phone. He manages to hold it, but by the time he looks at the screen, he’s already recording. For the first few seconds, he wonders if he shouldn’t just snap a few pictures and get out, but then, he moves the camera closer to Jisung’s body—to his round ass—and his own hand comes into view.
“Fuck,” Minho hisses. His fingers dance dangerously close. He’s dreamt of it, envisioned it over and over again, but he’s never touched him—unless he counts those hugs they share, the ones Minho prefers to be long, only so that he can feel Jisung’s body on his.
Forbidden thoughts have plagued him all his life. He’s always been able to withstand them, but now that he’s here, so close to taking what he wants, Minho is certain he’s not going to leave this room without hearing Jisung whimper.
He lowers his hand until it’s flush with Jisung’s hip. He makes sure to not touch his actual skin in case his fingers are too cold. The sensation alone, and the act caught on camera, makes Minho clench his jaw.
Not once has he been this hungry. This desperate. He looks down at his own crotch and moves his camera accordingly. Minho captures how his thick cock strains against the fabric before he returns to Jisung’s ass, where he slowly starts to map out every curve.
The thin cotton underwear does little to hide what Minho wants. It hugs Jisung’s buttocks and when his index finger drags down the middle, Minho swears he can feel his hole.
Jisung hasn’t moved at all. “Good boy,” Minho thinks to himself. One day, he’ll utter it, but tonight he’ll settle for being silent.
Tentative touches grow explorative. Minho presses down and even carefully grabs his brother’s skin. Sometimes, he watches himself do it on camera, but mostly his eyes travel all over Jisung—both hoping that he’ll stay asleep but also wake up.
When his fingers curl around the waistband of Jisung’s underwear, Minho knows he’ll not be able to stop. He pulls gently on the fabric, gauging Jisung’s response. When no reaction comes, he does it again and again, until it’s about halfway down.
“Mmhm.”
Minho stops. He moves his camera closer, pans it up, and captures the sight of his brother’s slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks.
“Could slip my cock right past those lips,” Minho murmurs. He zooms in on Jisung’s face before he returns the lens to his ass. “But I’ll settle for this.”
Jisung mumbles something in his sleep and turns until his stomach is flush with the mattress.
Minho lets go of the underwear and slides his hand over Jisung’s nearly bare cheeks. He squeezes the flesh slightly, relishing the sleepy sounds his brother produces.
“Let me see you,” Minho thinks to himself. He curls his grip around one cheek and pulls on it carefully. With his camera pointed straight at Jisung, he manages to film the moment his unused hole comes into sight.
Saliva pools in Minho’s mouth. All he wants is to bury his face in there. Shove his tongue into his own brother until he starts moaning Minho’s name over and over again. He might make him do that one day, but for now, he coats his index finger with spit.
Lust, greed—maybe all of the deadly sins—have nestled within his chest. They egg him on as he presses his index finger against Jisung’s tight hole. Minho loves the thought of him being the first one to do this to him—be the first one to corrupt him.
He circles the tense ring several times before adding more spit. When he returns, Jisung is relaxed enough for the first joint to slip inside. Instant warmth welcomes Minho, and he has to bite back a moan when Jisung’s eyebrows furrow, and he grinds his hips into the bed.
“Needy,” Minho says under his breath, focusing once more on defiling his brother.
He doesn’t have all night. Jisung could wake up at any moment, and thus, he pushes another finger against Jisung’s hole. It doesn’t glide in easily, but with some careful movements, Minho is suddenly two knuckles deep in his brother. His own cock twitches, and the mere thought of feeling Jisung around his length nearly sends him over the edge.
Seemingly, Jisung must be thinking—dreaming—something similar, because he continues to grind into the mattress. Minho hopes it’s him that he dreams of. If it isn’t, then he’ll make sure that it is next time.
He focuses on filming as he opens his brother up. His carefulness from before has started to crumble, and Minho clenches his jaw tight when he spreads his fingers inside his brother.
Fuck.
Jisung is soft and warm and oh so pliant. The fact that he keeps rubbing what Minho thinks and believes to be his hard cock, into the mattress, is enough for him to let out a curse. He hovers above the slowly expanding hole and allows a fat globule of spit to fall down. Of course, he captures the sight on his phone, but he also manages to record the sudden gasp Jisung lets out.
Urgency falls upon Minho. He can’t have Jisung wake up. He needs to… He needs to…
Minho shifts his position. Gently, he spreads Jisung’s legs and crawls between them, his body now so close to his brother that even if he were to wake up, Minho could cage him in with ease.
He rubs his aching erection and sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Bug,” Minho groans, as silently as he can. “You’re practically begging for it.”
It’s awkward in this position, but Minho pulls his sweatpants lower until his balls are caught, and his rock-hard erection stands proudly. He knows he’s large, but seeing little Jisung like this, even he’s not sure it’ll fit.
He slicks his length up with spit. It’d probably be better with lube by now, but Minho wasn’t able to think that far, and the mere thought of forcing himself inside his brother sounds even better without fabricated glide.
The tip of his cock presses against Jisung’s tight opening, and a shudder courses through Minho. This is what he’s wanted. This is what he’s desired for so long. All those days spent pretending not to look at his brother. Countless showers with Jisung’s name on the tip of his tongue as his cum dribbled down into the drain.
“It’ll feel good, Sungie,” Minho moans and tips his bodyweight forward until his cock pushes more and more against Jisung’s hole.
Garbled sounds come from Jisung. Minho stills, but only for a second before pleasure overtakes him and he forces his cock past the very first ring.
“So tiny,” Minho moans, his voice louder now—his inhibitions far from lucid.
He points the camera at where his cock is slowly sliding into his brother, and he grabs the base with his other hand, helping himself in even deeper.
“What…”
Jisung’s furrowed brows, blinking eyes, and clenched jaw should have made him stop. Instead, it only furthers Minho’s mission.
“Shh,” Minho says and bucks his hips for the very first time. Hot, soft walls envelop half his cock as he slides in deeper. “Just sleep.”
Sleep is something that evades Jisung as Minho tears through his unused hole with his large cock. His eyes grow wide, and a pained scream, only muffled by Minho’s quick hand over his mouth, erupts into the room.
He throws his still recording phone to the side and swallows his brother whole as he pumps his cock in and out at a rapid pace.
“Min… Minho…”
“You’re so tight, Sungie,” Minho moans, his entire body weight now on his brother. “You haven’t been used before, have you?”
Instead of answering, Jisung cries out into Minho’s palm and drags his teeth over his skin. It’s frantic, and it should be an awful sight, but Minho is only able to moan.
He’s fully embedded when Jisung starts begging him to stop. His cock, his thick cock, has stretched his brother to the limit, and tomorrow Jisung will feel the aftermath of it all—a thought Minho is sure he’ll masturbate to in the morning.
“Stop…”
Minho clicks his tongue. “Dad’s still in the living room. You don’t want to alert him, do you? Do you want him to see you like this? All open and used by your brother?”
“Get off,” Jisung screams. “It hurts.”
Once again, Minho rams his cock in deep—balls slapping against Jisung’s soft ass. “You like it,” Minho says.
“No, no I— No, get off…”
“Then why were you humping the bed so much only a few minutes ago?” Minho practically laughs as he hoists his brother up by the hips. He drives his hand underneath Jisung’s body and grabs hold of what’s still a half-hard cock.
“No, no, no,” Jisung chants. His eyes are full of tears, and his mouth is wrung back in pain.
“You want this,” Minho says and pumps Jisung’s cock while fucking him so hard even he worries about waking up their father. “You want to be ripped apart by your brother’s cock. I know it.”
Wet tears coat the dark sheets as Jisung cries through Minho’s relentless thrusts. He fucks him hard and practically drools at the sight of Jisung’s pained visage. Sure, he’d love to see him bounce on his cock out of his own free will, but he’s more than happy to do all the work himself.
Minho reaches for his phone. It’s still recording. He angles the camera above their bodies and moans when he sees his cock drive deep into Jisung before sliding all the way out to the tip.
“You’d earn so much money, Sungie,” Minho laughs. “Your hole is so beautiful.”
“Fuck you,” Jisung cries.
“I’ve stretched you so wide, baby. I’ll show you afterward. You’ll love seeing your hyung’s cock inside of you.”
Whimpered cries spill into the air, making Minho lose control. He pistons his cock into Jisung over and over again until his own moans start to become a rumbled mess.
“Fuck, fuck,” Minho moans. He digs his hands into Jisung’s flesh and watches his cock throb while sliding in and out of him. It takes only one more sobbed cry from Jisung for Minho to come. The camera is pointed directly at the action, even capturing how a little bit dribbles out when he pulls out of Jisung.
“Spread yourself, Sungie,” Minho commands, zooming in.
“No,” Jisung cries.
“Dad won’t like what I have to tell him if you don’t—”
Jisung grabs his ass cheeks and tugs on the soft flesh. His hole, abused and used, pulsates rapidly.
“Let me see it,” Minho hums.
He’s sure Jisung curses him out, but Minho doesn’t care, for he focuses on filming the very moment his cum starts to trickle down Jisung’s thigh.
“So good for me,” Minho says and kneads Jisung’s ass, eyes entirely set on his cum-filled entrance.
Slowly, Minho slides off the bed. Jisung remains entirely still, even after Minho pets him from the side of the bed, murmuring sweet promises of next time to him. And as he walks backward, pulling up his pants, he hears Jisung cry out.
“Fuck you… Fuck you! Minho, I’ll— Minho! Minho? Where are you… Minho? Don’t leave me—”
Minho closes the door. He glances down the hallway and lets out a relieved breath when he sees the dancing lights of the TV dance over the walls.
“Night, Dad!” Minho calls out. He receives no reply; only the faint sound of his sobbing makes its way to his ears.
He pockets his phone and saunters down to his own room. By the time he’s in bed, his cock is already half-hard, and the video of his brother plays loudly. Minho shoves his hand down his pants and smiles to himself when he sees Jisung’s round ass come into view.