Treavor ripped his hand away from his mouth to shove at his brother's shoulders again, whispering a hoarse, "N-no, wait!" That still seemed somehow too loud.
Treavor attempted to close his thighs, draw his knees to his chest to hide his shamefully erect, drooling prick as his hands continued to shove at Morgan's shoulders.
His struggles were quickly and effectively dissuaded as a low, rumbled growl rolled up Morgan's throat before he caught Treavor's wrists again.
Morgan held Treavor's arms in place at his side, preventing the younger brother from swatting at him further… Or covering his mouth.
But that was the least of Treavor's concerns at the moment…
Morgan had abandoned Treavor's nipple in their brief struggle, and once he got his baby brother under control, Morgan's lips returned to Treavor's chest, though his time, they began a southward descent…
A nervous, breathy sob escaped Treavor's lips as Morgan slowly began to creep down his body. Treavor clenched his fists as a shudder ran through his spine…
Helplessness fluttered about his chest as Morgan kissed around his navel, dangerously close to where Treavor's erection lay, warm and heavy across his stomach.
Teasingly, Morgan ignored his baby brother's need to press some bruises along Treavor's pelvis, nipping at the soft skin gingerly. His own cock twitched in his pants as he listened to his little brother try, and fail, to silence his voice.
Morgan shifted a third time, rising to his knees as he moved to leer over his baby brother's form. Treavor shuddered, he could feel Morgan watching him, and stubbornly, he turned his head away.
Morgan chuckled softly before leaning close to press some soft kisses to the very center of Treavor's chest, his thumbs pressed slow circles onto the center of Treavor's wrist as he squeezed his little brother's hands.
"Are you going to try and hit me again Treavor?" Morgan asked softly as he leaned close, nosing his baby brother's hair as he spoke.
Treavor shook his head silently with a subdued sniffle. Morgan hummed approvingly and kissed his temple before his hands released Treavor's wrists.
Morgan half expected his baby brother to go back on his word and try to shove him away again, Treavor was always finicky like that. But to Morgan's delight, all Treavor did was cover his mouth again and sob.
Morgan grinned down at Treavor as he repositioned his baby brother's legs, slipping his arms beneath Treavor's thighs as Treavor did his best to draw his knees together.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me Treavor?" Morgan asked softly as he settled back down, his head just between his brother's thighs, his breath most certainly caressing Treavor's stiff prick with every word.
Treavor nodded his head feverishly as he sobbed.
"Are you going to be quiet?"
Treavor nodded.
"Spread your legs for me baby brother."
A shiver ran through Treavor's spine followed by a choked cry as he slowly, slowly allowed his legs to fall open.
Burning shame and bile coiled around Treavor's throat as he obeyed… Obeyed… Obeyed like a bitch. He lay beneath his older brother, thighs spread wide and welcoming, revealing everything to Morgan.
"There we go…" Morgan whispered sweetly as he dipped his head close to press his lips to the inside of Treavor's thighs. Treavor exhaled a shaky breath into his palm as his toes curled.
Morgan groaned as he felt his baby brother's thighs began to quake beneath his lips as he bit and sucked a very pretty row of bruises along Treavor's inner thigh, listening to every subdued whimper his little brother smothered with his hand as he worked.
But there was nothing, absolutely nothing Treavor could have done to fully stifle the high scream which tore through his throat as Morgan drew his tongue from the very base of Treavor's prick, between his balls, up along the shaft before stopping to kiss the head of his erection.
Treavor could feel himself stumbling, stumbling out of his head as his body arched and his lips sobbed something sweet for his brother. There was something terrifying about being so out of control of his body…
Treavor could feel the breath escaping his lips, sliding past his fingers, too loud, too loud. He could feel his back arching, he could feel Morgan holding his hips in place to cease his violent thrashing.
"Shh, Shh, Shh." Morgan soothed sweetly as he mouthed at his baby brother's erection, flicking his tongue along the sensitive skin teasingly, as he looked up along Treavor's body to watch his little brother's head thrash about on the armrest.
"Calm down Treavor…" Morgan murmured as he turned his attention away from the stiff prick before him, opting to nibble along his little brother's neglected thigh.
"You don't want anyone to find us like this, do you?"
Treavor mewled into his palms as he rocked his hips up into empty space Morgan's mouth once occupied, Morgan bit his thigh teasingly before properly forcing his brother's hips back down onto the loveseat.
Treavor was stumbling fast, he, he, wanted to stop, he wanted it all to stop, he wanted Morgan to go away, he wanted to go back to studying.
He wanted to rage and cry and forget, he wanted to forget it all…
But his body… His treacherous, useless prison… Wanted Morgan… Wanted Morgan more than anything.
"We look quite a sight you know…" Morgan mumbled against Treavor's leg, "You look so pretty with your legs so wide. So inviting, baby brother…" The younger twin chuckled as Treavor mewled.
Treavor was very far gone… Which, on occasion, was lovely. Morgan loved to see his baby brother beneath him, willing, wonderful, beautiful, desperate…
But Morgan wanted Treavor.
"You know…" Morgan began sweetly, pausing to run his teeth over Treavor's thigh, "If anyone does happen to stumble upon us, I may just have to invite them to join us."
"N-No…" Treavor babbled helplessly. His voice suddenly clear and panicked.
"No?" Morgan repeated, "Whyever not Treavor?" Sounding somewhat confused by his little brother's rejection. "You look quite… Appetizing, like this… It'd be horribly rude not to offer you up…"
Treavor shyly peered down at his brother, his cheeks burned, his eyes watered, he shook his head.
What Morgan and Custis did to him was torture enough… Being made out as little more than a private cocksleve, a warm thing for his brothers to toy and fuck with, stripped him of any fragile pride he had…
But if word got out that Treavor was nothing but a cocksleve, a warm thing to toy and fuck with… His standing in the family, hell, in the community… In all of the Isles, no matter how little… Would be ruined.
So Treavor shook his head… He could… He could deal with Morgan and Custis, he could survive… But only if it… Whatever they shared, stayed between them...
Morgan pouted to hide his smile.
"Pity…" He sighed instead, "I think I would be willing to pay a very pretty penny to see you between another man's thighs." He mused, watching as his baby brother's expression molded into horror.
"We could rent you out for a night and walk away rich." Morgan snickered, "Well… Richer."
Treavor shuddered and shook his head again. He wouldn't survive that.
"Fine, fine." Morgan huffed as he pressed one final kiss to a bite he had left on Treavor's thigh.
"Then you know what to do baby brother… Unless you do want one of the hands to find us."
Treavor tried to brace himself for what was to come, he did… He really did.
But Morgan was a devil, and when he drew Treavor's balls into his mouth to suckle and toy with… Well there was little else Treavor could do but cry.
Morgan's mouth was bliss. Hot and wet, his lips soft, tongue teasingly gentle. Treavor squirmed and writhed as Morgan fondled and toyed with him, no doubt reveling in the desperate little noises Treavor uttered into his hands.
Treavor choked on his breath as his back arched, cried into his palm far too loudly and wept freely as his older brother assaulted him so wonderfully. Tears stained his cheeks, tears of humiliation and desire and pain and pleasure.
He wanted to hate this, he wanted to hate Morgan. But as much as Treavor wanted to, his body, his treacherous, faithless body, pressed back against his brother's mouth, called his name and sobbed gleefully.
Morgan released his little brother's nuts with a wet 'pop' and Treavor's throat sobbed at the loss. Though Morgan didn't didn't abandon him, no, Treavor shook helplessly as his older brother began to teasingly run and flick his tongue around and between his testicles.
It was a strange sensation, hot and wet, slick and disgustingly pleasing, heat pooled in Treavor's belly as his prick twitched atop his tummy.
Occasionally, Morgan's tongue would dip low enough to tease the rim of Treavor's entrance and Treavor would squirm and sob so fucking beautifully that Morgan decided he would absolutely need to fuck his baby brother open on his tongue before the day was through.
But before that… Morgan wanted to taste Treavor.
Treavor's toes curled in his socks as Morgan began to run his lips and tongue along the length of his erection, pressing wet kisses into the skin before pausing to nibble at the head of Treavor's prick with his lips.
Treavor's back arched, a strangled moan escaped his throat and slipped passed his fingers as the wet heat of his brother's mouth enveloped his cock.
There was no hesitation or pause on Morgan's part, no need to adjust to the forigne object just teasing the back of his throat, Treavor still had some growing to do, but at the moment he was still small enough to comfortably fit in Morgan's mouth.
And all the more fun to tease.
Morgan was no stranger to fellatio, he may have been a cruel man, he may take perhaps a bit too much pleasure at the expense of another's discomfort, he may be greedy.
But that didn't mean he couldn't be fair to those who serviced him.
And Treavor would serve him quite well. This was just some pre-payment… So to speak.
Morgan hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed his head along his little brother's prick, feeling the warm flesh twitch against his tongue as his baby brother squirmed and writhed and mewled beneath him.
Treavor was a fucking mess.
His cheeks were deep red and warm, damp with tears, his eyes were clenched shut, jaw firmly closed, covered by his hands. His sobbing was disturbed by his cries of bliss and sudden gasps of breath.
Treavor was very far gone by then.
Morgan decided to tease his baby brother just for the hell of it. He may have wanted Treavor there, with him, not locked away within his head, but Morgan did so adore how sweetly his baby brother sang his name in such a messy state.
So he took his brother as deep as he could, until he could feel the soft stripe of fuzz just beginning to crop up along Treavor's belly against his nose, until his lips closed around the base of the shaft.
Morgan kept himself there, breathing through his nose as he slipped his tongue beyond his lower lip to fondle the space between his brother's balls.
Treavor sobbed his name like a prayer.
A hand flew to Morgan's head, tangling into his hair as Treavor desperately tried to rock his hips up against Morgan's mouth.
Mumbled pleas flew from Treavor's lips and passed his fingers as he shook.
"Oh- fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Morgan, please! Morgan! Morgan!"
If there was anyone else in the library there would be absolutely no doubt in anyone's minds what exactly was occurring. And Morgan couldn't care less.
He meant what he said, if anyone were to stumble upon them, he'd gladly let them sink into Treavor, use his baby brother to their cock's content, let them see what a sweet little whore his baby brother was.
Oh, and Treavor would cry and sob so wonderfully as he was fucked, he always did.
Morgan released Treavor's hips and held his head still, allowing his baby brother to thrust up between his lips and fuck his mouth. Morgan gladly sucked and slurped at the cock pistoning past his lips as he watched his baby brother sob and shudder beneath him.
Treavor was hot and confused. Well, he knew exactly what was going on, but Treavor wasn't exactly in control there and then, he was a backseat passenger in his own body, feeling and watching everything Morgan was doing to him without having any control over how he was responding…
It was frustrating and mortifying and terrifying…
Treavor wanted it to stop.
But that didn't stop his body from spilling across Morgan's tongue with a strangled cry of his brother's name, the hand covering his mouth did little to silence his voice or the sobbing to follow as Morgan continued to bob his head along Treavor's prick, milking every last drop of semen Treavor had to offer.
It wasn't until the deep ache of overstimulation began to twist in Treavor's gut did he regain some semblance of control over himself again, though the very first thing he managed to do with his body was mewl in discomfort.
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic…
Morgan released his cock slowly, sliding his lips from the base to the head, gathering anything and everything left along the shaft before allowing the limp prick to drop back onto Treavor's stomach.
But Morgan wasn't done with him yet, oh, far from it.
Treavor felt himself sliding further down the loveseat, but oddly. His shoulders and head no longer rested against the arm, they lay flat across the seat, his hips however were hoisted up off the cushions until his thighs rested just at Morgan's shoulders…
Treavor's head rocked against the cushions as he tried to clear his head, tried to make sense about what exactly Morgan was planning on doing.
It all came to light when his brother began to gently tease his entrance with his tongue…
Treavor gasped something shameful into his palms as Morgan circled his entrance and swiped his tongue over the ring of muscles, probing coyly, but not dipping inside.
Soft little sobs and whimpers crawled up Treavor's throat, humiliation burned in his chest, searing his heart and lungs as heat and lust churned in his veins.
Morgan ran his tongue over the tight ring of crinkled flesh he was oh so familiar with, Morgan always marveled at how quickly Treavor could recover from taking their cocks. How tight he could be the very next morning…
Morgan was by no means a patient man, that was Custis' forte, but he did enjoy watching Treavor fall apart, and if that took some time then so be it.
Treavor's eyes rolled once Morgan finally pressed his tongue into him, toying with his insides like a wide finger, stroking along his walls curiously before retreating and returning over and over.
It was an odd sensation, it was always an odd sensation, but a regretfully pleasant one. Drawing Treavor's blood to a scorching boil and his chest to tighten.
The younger brother could hardly comprehend what exactly Morgan was doing to him other than fucking him with his tongue. This was a rare treat for him, a very, very rare treat, only reserved for the oddest occasions.
Morgan was up to something...
Treavor had his eyes closed, tight in shame, he hadn't seen Morgan not swallow his semen… And when something thick and warm began pooling inside him, Treavor just assumed Morgan was slathering his entrance with saliva, not actively fucking his own release into him.
Treavor didn't know.
Morgan did.
And Morgan took a particular joy in the fact as his cheeks grew empty, Treavor's tummy was undoubtedly becoming heavy.
Treavor groaned into his palms as Morgan's tongue continued to rapidly flick about inside him, pressing against his walls, stroking his insides, loosening his entrance only to abandon him just as his cock began to drool across his chest.
Treavor yelped as his hips were suddenly dropped back down onto the loveseat.
Morgan cooed something from above him, a series of quiet praises as he crawled over Treavor's prone body.
"Good boy, good boy."
"So well behaved."
"So fucking sweet."
"Such a pretty mess."
A weight settled at Treavor's chest as Morgan straddled him, Treavor looked up with hazy eyes as a cock tapped against his lips.
A brief flicker of panic rolled about Treavor's chest as hands hound their way into Treavor's hair, lifting his head.
"I''m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours baby brother." Morgan purred as he urged Treavor to part his lips with the head of his prick. Treavor clenched his jaw and whimpered.
A revolting sense of fear burned at the back of Treavor's throat as his brain registered what his brother was expected of him.
The head of his brother's cock insistently pressed against Treavor's lips, smearing clear, slick droplets of pre along the edges of Treavor's mouth.
"Open your mouth Treavor." Morgan ordered, ordered sharply.
Treavor didn't want to.
The disgusting shreds of desire still sluggishly slithering about his veins like oily snakes, gently coaxing him into parting his lips with sweet promises of the sick, sick pleasure Morgan would reward him with were torturous enough.
But the burning shame and humiliation, hotter than any fire Treavor had ever felt, seared his heart and his mind.
The hands holding Treavor's head tangled in his hair and pulled and it hurt and Treavor cried out and the head of Morgan's cock spilled past his lip and past his teeth.
Treavor squirmed violently beneath his brother, violent enough to ignore the pain of his hair being wrenched so brutally as he turned his head and managed to spit out Morgan's prick.
His head was slammed down against the loveseat, thank the Abbey the cushions were giving so the impact didn't hurt.
A thumb pressed down against the lid of Treavor's right eye and he froze…
"I. Will. Fuck. You. Dry." Morgan said slowly, enunciating each word deliberately and carefully as he slowly pressed down against the eye beneath his thumb.
Treavor opened his left eye, feeling as more tears spilled down his cheek as he looked up to his older brother, his chest ached from the sheer panic spilling from his small beating heart.
His heart thumped in his chest, quick, too quick, like the beat of a butterfly's wings.
Morgan's prick returned to his lips and Treavor heaved a silent sob as he parted his teeth, allowing his brother to press inside...
"There we go." Morgan soothed as he removed his thumb from Treavor's eye, returning his hand to the back of Treavor's head.
"I-I'm going to bury my cock down your throat…" Morgan continued as he guided Treavor's head further and further along his prick, forcing the shaft into his mouth…
Treavor gagged as Morgan pressed his cock in deeper than Treavor was prepared for, the older brother merely cooed a quiet, "Relax, relax." As he felt his baby brother strain against his cock.
Treavor's eyes rolled, his throat burned and twinged as his brother's prick bumped against the very back of his mouth, forcing him to swallow lest he actually throw up.
"You are going to get my cock nice and wet Treavor." Morgan breathed softly as his one hand gently began to pet Treavor's hair, "I don't have any oil on me baby brother, and you don't want me to fuck you dry, do you?"
Treavor responded with a pitiful, garbled wail.
It wasn't Treavor's first time taking his brother's into his mouth, sucking and swallowing them down as they fucked his throat. But this was his first time taking cock in such a position.
Usually when his brothers sought his mouth they would either force him to his knees or lay him out flat just for the benefit of having straight passage to his throat.
As he lay however, there was an awkward bend in his neck which forced Morgan's prick to stroke along the very back of his throat, tickling his gullet in the most uncomfortable way.
Not that Morgan cared all that much, he merely sighed as his hips came to rest against his brother's cheeks.
Treavor's mouth was warm and wet, his throat tight, his tongue stroked along the underside of Morgan's cock as his throat spasmed around Morgan's prick with every fluttering swallow.
"You are such a good boy Treavor." Morgan whispered tenderly as he pet his baby brother's hair, Treavor's hands merely came to rest at his brother's thighs, grappling with Morgan's pants though he did not try to shove his brother away.
Treavor had learned his lesson in that regard.
"Are You going to be a good boy, and hold still for me?" Morgan asked heatedly as he grinded his hips against his baby brother's mouth, he groaned as Treavor's throat spasmed around him once again.
Dull, blown out eyes, dark with a shameful fury that could easily be mistaken for want, peered up at Morgan as the head surrounding his prick nodded slowly.
Morgan exhaled slowly as he withdrew from his baby brother's throat just enough to allow Treavor to snatch a breath for pressing in again, feeling and hearing the tight, wet cavity of his brother's throat constrict and relax around him.
Morgan kept his hands in Treavor's hair, firmly holding his baby brother's head in place as he rutted into his throat. Groaning in time with all the little noises Treavor made as he desperately tried to draw breath around the cock in his throat.
Treavor's eyes were rolling wildly in their sockets as drool began to smear his lips and dribble messily down his cheeks, smearing across the front of Morgan's pants every time he pressed close.
Treavor did his best to keep his throat laxed, allowing the prick to slide in and out without issue save for the odd kink at the back of his mouth which the head would bump against with every thrust.
Occasionally however, he would gag and choke on his breath. Tears would sting his eyes as Morgan would bury himself as deep as he could inside Treavor, press close until Treavor's lips rested around the very base of his cock where he would remain until Treavor got control over himself again…
Morgan would gleefully admit that he loved to watch his baby brother choking beneath him, Treavor looked so beautiful with his rosy, tear streaked cheeks and plump, red lips wrapped tight around a prick.
Morgan loved to watch and hear his baby brother slurp on his cock, swallow him down, deep, deep, down… Morgan wondered if Treavor would look just as pretty on his knees for anyone, sucking another man's prick…
Morgan nearly hoped a hand would wander upon them, perhaps that Higgins fellow? He always had a knack for finding their baby brother, and with how heavily Treavor seemed to rely on that damned hand alone, Morgan was sure he'd be able to persuade Treavor into… Rewarding the gentleman.
Anyways- As much as Morgan would have loved to see Treavor choke on his, (Or anyone else's) cock, to see him swallowing down his seed, to see Treavor squirm in discomfort as his tummy warmed and filled with his brother's semen…
Morgan was more interested in seeing Treavor beneath him, crying for his cock and screaming his name.
Morgan didn't have any oil on him, he hadn't been lying about that, but Treavor's mouth was more than enough to slick his prick.
And besides, Treavor always looked so lovely with a cock between his thighs.
"Th-that's enough Treavor." Morgan panted as he abruptly withdrew from his baby brother's throat. A long, thick strand of saliva connected the tip of his erection to Treavor's lower lip.
Morgan grinned as he ran the head of his cock across his brother's cheeks, smearing the saliva around while Treavor coughed hoarsely beneath him, the sound rough and beautiful.
"You were perfect Treavor… Fucking perfect…" Morgan murmured, "So perfect for me, so pretty around my cock, so fucking pretty…" Hands cupped Treavor's cheeks, thumbs smeared the mess Morgan had left with his prick.
"I need you to be quiet again Treavor… Can you be quiet for me?"
The younger brother merely groaned as he slowly drew his hands back up to his mouth.
"Good boy." Morgan praised as he took himself in hand, guiding his sloppy erection to his baby brother's entrance.
It would be a tight fit, a tongue was nothing like fingers, but Morgan didn't particularly care. He wanted Treavor to scream.
Treavor sobbed silently into his palms as he waited for what he assumed to be next. The tentative, or in Morgan's case, insistent press on a finger, loosening his entrance, and then another, spreading him open, and then another, splaying him wide.
Rather than a finger however, the thick, blunt head of Morgan's cock pressed against him, inside him.
Treavor couldn't couldn't think straight, his head was muddled but he knew he was in pain. One of his hands pressed at his brother's chest weakly.
"W-wait, no- stop!" He babbled breathlessly his chest heaving, "T-to much, Morgan- it hurts!"