Treavor whimpered softly beneath his brother, his shoulders shook and his thighs quivered as Custis continued to grind against him, not yet thrusting, his prick not quite hard enough but certainly getting there…
Lips trailed along Treavor's throat and shoulders, the kisses were firm but gentle, drawing little gasps to Treavor's lips and forcing Treavor's fists to clench overhead.
Each kiss was a declaration of something Treavor dared not think about.
After every press of lip, Custis would silently mouth three little words against Treavor's skin.
Three little words Treavor dared not dream to be true...
The bed springs began to sing as Custis began to rutt into his baby brother again, thrusting deeply, deeply, perfectly… Knocking the breath from Treavor's lungs, drawing the prettiest of sighs and sobs to the younger brother's lips.
Treavor's whole body began to rock with the force of his brother's hips as Custis began to properly fuck against and into him. His prostate was assaulted relentlessly, his thighs quivered helplessly, his toes curled.
Treavor screamed.
It didn't hurt however… Custis wasn't being rough, wasn't trying to beat or break Treavor no…
Custis was crowded over Treavor, holding his head, his face tenderly, shielding him from the rest of the room, from the rest of the world…
Custis was kissing him, feverish and desperate, swallowing every cry, every sob, every scream, like Treavor was everything he needed then and there…
And Treavor was returning the affection, pressing his lips to his brother's just as desperately as he sang praises against Custis' lips. As he rolled his hips back against his brother's cock…
Custis was fucking him… Fucking him deep and hard, but not painfully no… Possessively.
Every press of cock was a claim, a silent statement which screamed that this body, this warm body beneath him, belonged to him…
That Treavor belonged to him.
Treavor writhed in his brother's arms as he sobbed and shook into his brother's mouth. Rolling his hips back against the prick pressing into him, claiming him, welcoming each possessive thrust of his brother's hips with open thighs and high moans of delight.
Normally… Treavor's inner turmoil would swell and swirled just beneath his skin as he would be seized by vicious emotion.
There would be hatred, there would always be hatred, hatred and resentment. Who was Custis to dare lay such a claim on him? He wasn't some thing to simply claim and own.
But there was also disbelief and longing. Disgust and outrage aside, Treavor would so desperately want to be cherished, to be loved and relished… Treavor would ache for such sweetness…
Oh but every time he would draw too close to the crest of what he perceived to be a lie, he would remind himself that it was just that, a lie…
Custis, no matter how honeyed his words were, was a liar. There was no love between them, it was all a facade… Treavor normally wouldn't allow himself to fall for such falsehoods…
But there? Then?
Treavor didn't care. Couldn't care…
Treavor was exactly where he was meant to be, where he was supposed to be.
Beneath his brothers, offering his body, his warm, tight, perfect body to his brothers…
Treavor was a perfect thing to fuck and fill, fuck and fill. The perfect thing for his brothers to bury their cocks and seed, over and over until he couldn't move, couldn't dream to move.
So, Treavor gladly sobbed his brother's name as he spilled himself again, his frame quaking with shivers and jolting in delight as Custis continued to fuck him.
It was a blissfully torturous affair… Laying there beneath his brother…
So desperate to loathe the body above him, the brother fucking him… But so quick to love… To want.
"C-close?" Treavor babbled helplessly as his brother's hips began to jolt faster.
"Yea… Yea." Custis panted softly.
Treavor mewled and arched his back, squeezing his brother between his thighs as he shuddered.
"I-inside." The younger brother squealed desperately, his eyes closed, head tilted back ever so slightly.
"Of course- of course." Custis replied feverishly as he pressed a kiss to Treavor's forehead.
"This is all for you Treavor…" Custis breathed softly as he finally pressed close, his hands slipped from Treavor's cheeks to run down his sides to take hold of the small waist beneath him once more.
"This is all because of you…"
Treavor moaned softly as heat swelled in his gut… His back arched high as his head fell to the side, pressing his cheek into the pillow beneath him and unknowingly denying Custis the kiss he had attempted to steal.
"I know you don't believe me when I say we love you." Custis murmured dejectedly into his neck.
"But we do… We do Treavor…"
The following silence was punctuated only by the sounds of the wet kisses Custis was searing onto Treavor's neck and the soft exhales of the younger brother…
Treavor closed his eyes and groaned throatily as Custis nibbled a bruise into his shoulder, he knew his throat and chest would be a dark tapestry come morning, one he would loathe to see in the coming hours, but for now, one he did not mind in the slightest...
Custis caught Treavor's lips once he was satisfied with Treavor's shoulder and Treavor, too tired to resist, returned the affection softly, lazily pressing back against his brother's mouth, sliding his lips and tongue along Custis…
It was a slow intimate kiss, sweet and longing...
"I'm going to fuck you once more." Custis breathed into the kiss, his words holding promise, but no heat.
"I'm going to fuck you gently… I'm going to spill myself inside you… And then I'm going to leave you here, on the bed."
Treavor whimpered at that, making some half hearted move to shake his head.
"I'm going to let you think about what I've said while I go get us supper…" Custis continued before kissing him softly.
"If Morgan gets back before I do, he can help himself, because we both love you Treavor…"
Custis pressed some delicate kisses along Treavor's collarbone and chest.
"I'll bring us back some supper, enough to share… And then, I'll spend the rest of the night showing you just how much I love you…"
Custis kissed Treavor's forehead, once, twice, before pausing to murmur, "Is that alright?"
It wasn't… Treavor sobbed… It wasn't alright.
Custis kissed away his tears and swallowed his cries, but soon, Treavor's crying became soft mewling as Custis began to rock against him again.
"Shhh… Shhh…" Custis hushed gently, "Just relax Treavor… Just relax. Let me take care of you, alright… Let me take care of you…"
Treavor wanted to hate this… And in some ways, he did…
But that didn't stop his body from singing his brother's praises as Custis began to fondle him again… As Custis began to gently press into him again...
It didn't stop him from returning his brother's kisses or allowing Custis to wipe away the tears scattered across his cheeks...
It didn't stop him from spilling himself again as Custis fucked him softly… Again and again, sometimes on his brother's palm, sometimes simply on the cock inside him…
And try as he may… As much as he hated this… As much as he wanted to hate this...
That didn't stop him from believing every little lie Custis murmured to him…
"So beautiful."
"So wonderful."
"Pretty, pretty, pretty…"
"Love you."
"So precious."
"Such a good boy."
"Mine."
"Mine."
"Mine."
Custis kissed him as he finished inside Treavor again.
They breathed together, sharing breath, soft and quiet, together…
Custis ran his hands over every inch of his baby brother, smearing splattered seed about without a care.
Treavor basked in the gentle affection… Content to ignore the world for a while as he topped over the crest of the lie and fell into blissful ignorance…
He was a cherished thing his brother loved dearly, kissed sweetly and held tenderly… He was happy there, beneath his brother, filled with cock and seed…
Custis kissed him softly and he kissed back.
"Stay…?" Treavor murmured as his brother began to slip free.
"You remember what I said?" Custis asked slowly as he took a seat at the edge of the bed, his hand running along Treavor's thigh as he spoke.
"I'm going to fetch us something to eat…" He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to Treavor's hip.
"You wait here and think…"
Treavor shimmied himself into a sitting position against the headboard, arms bound behind his back as he watched his brother dress…
Custis offered him one last, fleeting kiss before he retreated out the door.
The lock clicked moments later…
All at once… That blissful lie shattered.
Treavor wept…
He could feel slick heat pooling beneath him as his brother's seed, thick and warm, began to spill from him…
Treavor wept…
He could feel every bruise his brother had kissed, sucked or bit into his skin flare softly, warm and there, at the back of his mind like a nagging itch he couldn't scratch.
Treavor wept.
The tie holding his hands in place was soft against his skin, the fabric didn't bite into his wrists no matter how viciously he tugged. He had no idea how the fuck Custis tied his knots but they were secure…
Treavor wept...
He recalled every word Custis whispered to him, every lie, every promise… he recalled each and every word and damned himself for being so weak so foolish.
So weak, so foolish… For believing them...
No matter what Custis said.
They. Did. Not. Love. Him…
Treavor wept...
