The Next Day John got up and looked around. His vision blurred due to the fact that he didn't have his glasses on. 'Odd.' He thought. 'I don't remember taking off my glasses... or putting on this blanket.' Reached down and picked up the blanket, realizing that Bro must of put it on him in the middle of the night. 'Sneak Bastard' He thought to himself as he reached for his glasses, setting them on his face and looking around. He didn't see Bro but knew he was up. He heard the coffee pot going and got up. He walked pass the kitchen and saw that Bro was sitting by the kitchen table, sipping coffee from a cup. John sighed and walked to his room, stopping at the guest bedroom and popping his head into the room and looked around. He saw the bag that held Bro's clothes and smirked. He walked into the room and saw a bright orange sweatshirt laying on the bed. "Huh, I wonder if he was planning on wearing this? If he was to bad for him~' John snickered as he grabbed the sweatshirt and quickly abscond to his room, a plan in mind for the Strider. He quickly slipped out of his own shirt and put on the sweatshirt, of course it was to big for him but John didn't mind at all. When he stood and looked at himself in the mirror and noted that the bottom of the sweatshirt covered his shorts and made it look like he had no pants. "Good~" He purred as he turned towards the door. Time for the plan. He walked past the kitchen slowly, not glancing in as he walked toward the living room. He heard the chair in the kitchen scoot back though.
"Why do you have my sweatshirt on?" He asked as he stared at the smaller boy.
"My shirt was dirty and I didn't have anything else." John smiled innocently up at him, blinking those blue eyes up at him. He could see Bro gulp and do everything in his power not to smirk at him. He twirled around causing the bottom of the sweatshirt to flare out a little and slowly walked back to the couch. swaying his hips as he does so. He could feel Bro's eyes on him so he bumped into the couch, causing the remote to "Accidentally" fall off the couch and onto the floor in front of him.
"Oh gosh! I am just so clumsy! I keep knocking stuff over!" He bent down slowly and picked up the remote. swaying his hips more as he does so.
Bro bite his lip as he watched John. 'Oh god why does this little fucker have to be so god damn hot?' He asks himself and he slightly squirms in his spot. Nobody has ever reduce Bro into squirming but god damn it John did. Bro fought the urge to grab the little fuckers ass and give it a good squeeze. He failed though, flashstepping behind John and giving that good old plushrump a good squeeze. John let out a shocked (And pleasured) moan.
"Nnnnah M-Mr. Strider!" John moaned out as Bro kept his hands on John's ass. Bro's pant got a little to tight when he heard John's moan. He pulled John up but kept him turned so that his back was to him. He ground his clothed dick against Johns ass and smirked when he heard John whimper and moan. He leaned his head close to John's ear and whispered.
"Your ass belongs to me now~" He than nipped at his ear lobe, causing a shudder to fall down the younger boys spine. John was exited, his heart beating fast as he felt Bro put his hands on him. This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Bro to take control over him, make John his little sex toy. He wanted to be dominated and he wanted Bro to be the one that does it. He left off a soft whimper as he felt one of Bro's hands move its way under the sweatshirt while the other continued to squeeze his Ass. He went up, scratching at John chest as he went, pitching the nipple gentle once he reached it. John let out a gasp and shook under the Striders touch. Bro chuckled and pulled his hands away from John, whispering in his ear once again.
"To bad your not ready for me~" Then he was gone, he had flashstepped out of the room and into the bathroom, locking it so John couldn't get in. John let out a frustrated sigh and went to his room, shutting the door as he went. 'Fucker' He thought as he sprawled out on his stomach as he lays on his bed. 'Getting me worked up then leaving me.' John sighed and pulled down his shorts, burying his nose into Bro sweatshirt and inhaling. He started to touch himself, imagining that it was Bro. He teased the tip with his thumb as the precum dripped onto the bed. He let out a whimper as he stopped and reached for his nightstand table, pulling out one of the dresser drawer and reaching in side. Now unknown to his father, Dave had sent John a Dildo (Of course for a joke) for his birthday. John never thought he would use it, but now he was just so turned on that he needed something inside of him. So with a loud groan, he pushed it in his entrance without any preparations. He arched his back, crying out in pain before it died down. He moved so that his ass was towards the wall and the end of the dildo was pressed against it. He then started to grind his hips back against it, letting out a loud moan. He grabbed his dick again and started to jerk roughly, like how he imagined bro would do. He didn't take him long to reach his climax, and he made a mess of his sheets. He laid there, panting, Trying to think of a way to prove to Bro he can handle it. He then thought of something and smiled, he yawned and stretched out on the bed. ' Tomorrow I will be his sextoy' He thought to himself.