Alright, this is my first ever lemon so judge it accordingly. Also, apologies for bad writing and incest.

Also, BTW: It's humanstuck.

The smoke must've gotten to me. My head is ten miles high, and I'm 100% certain Wailord isn't swimming outside the living room window. Rufus' hand is on my thigh again. I seriously can't tell if this is a move, or if he's more blitzed out of his skull than I am. I turn my head from my previously slouched position. His amber eyes are profusely clear; looking down, watching my cloudy, lidded eyes and the tale-less straight line that made up my mouth. His small smirk grows into a large, naughty smile.

He can't possibly want to do this. This isn't even legal! We're BROTHERS! I mean, sure, everyone had those thoughts once in a while... And we are really close... Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? Damn, this shit must be strong.

Oh dear lord, his hand is travelling. That shit-eating grin is getting wider and wider. If my eyes weren't previously as big as the moon, they are now. A surprised gasp leaves my mouth as that pleasure-bound hand's destiny is reached. As he starts to rub, I grab his wrist to halt his advances.

"R-Rufus.." I manage to finally pull out of my throat.

"We- we can't..." He can already tell what thoughts I was having. He, himself, possibly reaching the same doubts.

"Doll," He, of course, begins.

"I love you, like, more than just brother stuff..." My cheeks inflame.

"Don't you?..."

Way to put me on the spot.

My mind is racing a thousand miles a minute. Do I? Suddenly, every moment, feeling, fantasy, they all wash over my tripped-out brain.

I... I think I know the answer.

I gulped down the lump in my throat. Speak! Tell him! I bite my lip, trying to think of the best way to say it.

"Yes..." Perfect.

His smile softens considerably as his chapped lips reach mine into a chaste kiss. He slowly pushes down on the couch.

This still seems so crazy. Like it should feel wrong, but the sensation is anything but.

He licks my lower lip when I'm fully lowered. I open my mouth for him, letting him search; mine doing the same. My arms curl around his neck to keep him close, while he protectively grabs my hips with his hands. Our tongues battled for dominance, him inevitably winning. I pull back from the heated kiss with slight difficulty as I dig my head into the cushion. Panting heavily, his head darts under my chin and burrowed into my neck, nibbling and licking a soft spot that made me keen for more. I thread my fingers through his partially and pull, a closemouthed beg to speed the process. I'm dying over here, and he knows it.

I moan at his quick response to roll his hips into mine. He's jerking at the trim of my shirt to politely request to reveal my chest. My mind is just too far to speak, so I do my best to nod, showing him I wanted this just as much as he.

He pulls away momentarily to tug off our two shirts. He quickly connects our lips together again, as he shoves his chest into me, our flushed skin rubbing together. I can tell he's getting impatient by the way he's attempting to frantically unbutton and unzip both sets of shorts. I decide to be his charity, finishing both mechanisms and puling off my shorts as he did his.

He slips from my lips to travels to the hem of my boxers, leaving a loving trail of kisses along the journey. He removes himself from my caressing my stomach to pecking my clothed erection in a barefaced endeavor to extract the inner "uke" inside of me. His hands slither up my sides and reach my hardened nipples, as my moans' pursuit to escape continues.

Rufus slowly, so slowly, shimmies my last covering garment down my legs, throwing them with our other things in an unknown corner. He takes the base of mt member into his hands ans softly licks the tip. My pleading gasp ask for a deeper heat. He responds enthusiastically by engulfing me, going even farther when I belt out a low moan.