Karamatsu looked so beautiful. Not just then, always, but Ichimatsu almost couldn't breathe. Seeing him, usually so confident and self-assured, displaying this blushing, vulnerable side, and all only for Ichimatsu, his eyes shimmered with admiration.
"I want you," he spoke gently, giving his older brother every opportunity to say no if he had any doubts, but hoping to God that Karamatsu wanted this as much as he did.
"You have me. Take me, brother."
His voice was natural, open, and Ichimatsu wanted to hear every beautiful sound that voice could produce, and wanted to be the only one to ever hear them.
He leaned down and captured those tantalizing lips yet again, wishing he could kiss him forever. It felt so perfect, the way their lips slotted together, moved in unison, both meeting tongues together.
It was slow, deliberate, like a promise. Not desperate, like earlier, but just as thrilling.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back to cup Karamatsu's cheek with one hand. Karamatsu's slightly dazed smile was so precious, and he took several mental pictures.
He looked to the nightstand and grabbed one of the lube bottles, not caring which. He sat back and poured some on his fingers, closed the bottle, and set it back on the table. He didn't think the liquid was too cold, so he approached his brother again.
Ichimatsu felt so lucky, blessed, even, to be able to see his brother like this, fully erect, eager to be filled. Kneeling between Karamatsu's legs, he kissed his inner thigh, bringing his fingers to his entrance. He gently pressed in a finger, pushing it in slowly so the other could adjust to the intrusion.
He pulled his eyes away from watching the hole swallowing his finger to see his lover's face. There was no visible discomfort, so he began pulling back out and pushing in again.
It didn't take long before he deemed him ready for a second. It slid in easily beside the first, and he started to scissor them, spreading his hole gradually. He continuously rubbed his other hand on Karamatsu's leg comfortingly, occasionally peppering kisses to the skin closest to him.
The third finger met slight resistance, and Ichimatsu hesitated at the quiet gasp he heard. He looked up to check on Karamatsu, whose hands were lightly fisting the pillow on either side of his head. His gaze locked with Ichimatsu's, and he smiled, appreciative yet amused by the look of concern. He was kind of still getting used to an Ichimatsu who showed him such love.
"Keep going, love. Almost ready. I'm okay, I promise."
Ichimatsu nodded and continued his fingering. Once he decided Karamatsu was stretched enough, he decided to try something. He crooked his fingers, stroking along his walls and adding pressure. It only took three tries before he found it, as evidenced by the sudden moan from the other.
Karamatsu brought one hand to cover his mouth, embarrassed by the sound. Ichimatsu reached up with his free hand and uncovered his mouth.
"Let me hear you, too," he smirked, quirking his fingers again.
As much as he was loving watching Karamatsu fall apart, he was getting a bit impatient. The tight heat around his fingers had been teasing him for long enough.
He pulled out his fingers and reached for the roll of condoms. Before he could tear one off, he felt a hand on his arm. He looked to his brother, his eyebrow raised.
"I-I don't, um. I want… Can we not… use…"
Ichimatsu didn't know why that made him feel warm. He simply nodded, then leaned up to kiss his lover, biting his lower lip gently. He took a deep breath, and adjusted his position.
"Ready, Karamatsu-niisan?"
"I'm ready. Please. F-fuck me."
It was rare to hear Karamatsu swear, and somehow it excited him. He lined himself up, and slowly began to sink in, heat wrapping around his dick.
Just as he thought, every inch of Karamatsu was heavenly, and this was pure bliss. He sighed out, eyes closed, rubbing his thumbs on Karamatsu's hip bones. Opening his eyes, he brought a hand up to Karamatsu's face, brushing his bangs off of his forehead, sweat already building up. Karamatsu took his hand into his own and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a kiss to their knuckles, looked into his lover's eyes, and nodded, signaling him to move.
He did so slowly, pulling out halfway, then back in. He hadn't expected to need to use as much restraint as he was. He wanted to grip Karamatsu's hips and slam into him. He wanted possessive bruises to appear everywhere he touched. He wanted to see Karamatsu's eyes shine with tears of pleasure while he writhed and screamed his name beneath him.
But Karamatsu was his top priority. He wanted this to be perfect for him. So he set a slow and shallow pace, taking in the soft sighs and moans of his brother. He stroked his free hand along his side, up to his neck. He leaned down for another series of kisses.
He felt Karamatsu's hand come up to grip at his hair, tugging at it. He groaned into the kiss, unintentionally speeding up his thrusts. Their entwined hands separated, Ichimatsu returning his to Karamatsu's hips, Karamatsu's pulling Ichimatsu's face closer.
Between kisses and moans, Karamatsu spoke, "Ichim-matsuuuu… you can- mh- you can hold back l-less, ahm, I'm ready."
Ichimatsu couldn't hold back the growl in his throat. He quickened his pace, pushing in harder, occasionally hitting his brother's prostate, adoring the high moans he could force out of him.
"More, fuck, please…!"
That was it.
Ichimatsu pulled out completely, sitting back just enough to throw one of Karamatsu's legs to the other side, then pulling his ass up, so he was on his knees. The vulnerable position looked wonderful on him. He knelt behind his lover and pushed himself back in without warning.
Karamatsu let out a pleased shriek, 'yes!', pushing himself up onto his hands, one hand descending to stroke himself. Ichimatsu felt him tighten up briefly around him and sucked in a breath.
"Tighten up like that again. Yeah, fuck, just like that. Nii-san, you feel so good!"
Without realizing what he was doing. He lifted one hand and smacked it across Karamatsu's ass. He heard him choke on a gasp, but received no complaints. He paused his thrusts, rubbing the reddening skin.
"Ah, does Nii-san like spanking?" He asked condescendingly, delivering another blow. "I didn't know you'd be into that, babe."
"I didn't ei- Ah! Either!" He cried out at another hit.
"Well, if you're a masochist, I guess you won't mind if I totally stop holding back? How's that sound? Want me to fuck you into the mattress? Pound into you until you lose your mind? Leave fingerprint bruises on your hips, make a mess of you? God, you're so hot. I wanna hear you scream for me."
"Yes, yes!" He was already tearing up deliciously. "I-I want, oh, please!"
With a vicious grin, Ichimatsu held those perfect hips with one hand, the other trailing up Karamatsu's spine, to his neck, then shoving down, pressing the side of his face into the pillow, causing his back to arch beautifully, his ass propped up at the perfect angle.
He threw away all restraint and hammered into the other. Fuck, those beautiful moans he hoped would echo in his ears forever.
This was almost too much, he wouldn't last much longer, but he wanted his lover to come first.
"You're beautiful. I love you."
With a cry of Ichimatsu's name, Karamatsu came on the bedspread, clamping down on Ichimatsu's cock.
The pressure, the heat, the sight and sounds, altogether, pushed Ichimatsu over. A small part of his brain had the decency to hope Karamatsu would be okay with this, but the rest was too full of pleasure to even consider pulling out. With a few finishing thrusts, he was coming, filling his brother with everything he had.
It took a moment for him to catch his breath. Once he did, he slid out, assisting Karamatsu in laying back down on the center of the bed, avoiding the come stain off to the side. He once again took some time to admire his brother, flushed and slightly panting, eyes half lidded and full of love. His sweaty hair was adorably messy. Ichimatsu smiles down at him and kissed him.
"Was I too rough?"
Karamatsu chuckled. "You were perfect. I loved it. I love you."
"Hmm~ I love you too."
• • •
After cleaning up, Ichimatsu pulled the bedspread off the bed, opting for them to just sleep under the sheets. Karamatsu had paid for a whole night, and while Ichimatsu would love to indulge himself, make love all night long, he knew Karamatsu was worn out and would likely be sore enough by morning as it was.
Instead, he slid into bed alongside his naked brother, the intimacy of lack of clothing somehow not quite sexual, and pulled up the sheets to cover them. He reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off.
When he turned back to settle in, Karamatsu snuggled up to him, legs tangling with each other, arms wrapped around, pleasant and comfortable.
"Goodnight, Ichimatsu. I love you."
"Goodnight, Karamatsu-niisan. I love you, too." He kisses Karamatsu's forehead, tucked the other's head under his chin, and whispered, "So, so much."