On weak arms, Treavor slowly drew himself from the loveseat… Or he at least tried to, but moving wasn't much of an option with Morgan laying across his back.
"Morgan?" Treavor mumbled his brother's name languidly as he turned his head to try and look up at the younger twin from the corner of his eye. Morgan was still trailing his lips and teeth over Treavor's shoulders so all Treavor could see was a mop of dark hair, but the older brother still hummed in acknowledgment.
"C-can we sit up?" Treavor asked quietly, his voice low and breathy from the additional weight at his back. "You're heavy…"
Morgan huffed a sultry chuckle against Treavor's shoulder as his hands teased along Treavor's sides, making the younger brother squirm.
A small, babbled whine of tired laughter rose to Treavor's lips as he wriggled beneath his brother's wandering hands before a sudden intake of breath cut the giggle off.
The cock still firmly seated inside Treavor shifted with every move he made, Morgan must have felt it too because he groaned softly against Treavor's shoulder as he began to slowly grind his hips against the body beneath him, drawing a fresh rosy hue to Treavor's cheeks.
"You sure you want to sit up Treavor?" Morgan purred softly as he dipped his head low to nibble along the side of Treavor's throat, drawing a sultry little whine from the youngest brother.
"This is nice, isn't it? Why don't we stay like this for a bit, hm?" The younger twin suggested lazily as he folded his arms over Treavor's, once again tangling their fingers together as he kissed wherever he could reach.
Treavor lay there beneath his brother, drawing breath as best he could and simply enjoying the… Intimacy of his position.
He was sprawled out on his stomach, Morgan laid out along his back, their legs and fingers tangled, Morgan's cock buried deep inside him, grinding into him gently…
Treavor's head was warm and quiet, floaty in a way…
Morgan pressed countless kisses along Treavor's shoulders, each accompanied by a softly spoken word which would have warmth blooming in Treavor's chest.
"I like having you beneath me…" Morgan murmured softly, his lips brushing the rim of Treavor's ear as he spoke, "On your back… On your knees…" Treavor sighed deeply as a tingle ran down his spine.
"You're so pretty like this… You know?" Morgan continued, "So pretty for me…"
Treavor mouthed his brother's name but the word never escaped his throat.
"Wish you didn't fight so much." The younger twin huffed between some firm kisses he was planting along the length of Treavor's neck, "I'd just like to have you… Enjoy this sometimes…"
A tongue swept across the back of Treavor's jaw.
"We take care of you, don't we Treavor?" Morgan tucked his face into Treavor's shoulder, "Good, good care of you…" The gentle grinding of Morgan's hips had evolved into slow, rolling thrusts which had Treavor gasping for breath.
"We want you to be happy with us, like this." Morgan rumbled, "Happy beneath us." A low, broken moan escaped the younger twin's throat.
"Fuck- What I'd give to see you crawl beneath us baby brother." He grunted.
"Picture it for me, would you?" Morgan murmured, "How nice it would be? For you? For us?"
Treavor whimpered as his mind strayed with his brother's words…
"If you stopped fighting us all the time… If you let us love you, we'd fuck you so sweetly, so, so sweetly…"
"M-Morgan…"
"I love seeing you in our bed you know…" The younger twin continued, firmly ignoring his baby brother's whimpers. "Love having to hold you down to fuck you… Love how you cry and say my name like you do…"
"But can you imagine how-how nice it's be… If you didn't fight us all the time?" Teeth briefly latched onto Treavor's ear, not hard enough to hurt, that wasn't Morgan's intention.
"I can picture it, you know?" Morgan whispered, "Fuck- I dream of it." Morgan paused to suck another bruise onto Treavor's shoulder.
"I love the idea of you crawling into our bed… All sweet and happy…" Morgan's lips continued to trail over Treavor's throat as he spoke.
"Want to know what happens next baby brother?" The younger twin purred sweetly.
"Mor-Morgan!"
"You get comfortable on our bed… Up by the pillows, sometimes on your knees or stomach, or side… My favorite is when you roll onto your back." Morgan panted softly.
"You spread your thighs so pretty for us, and ask us all sweetly to fuck you."
Treavor squealed beneath his brother, his prick stiff between his body and the loveseat.
"What I would give for you to be that sweet for me…" Morgan groaned as he ceased the rolling of his hips to settle atop Treavor again. Treavor whimpered in disappointment.
Morgan was still hard inside him and he hadn't finished either.
Morgan was teasing him.
"Would you be sweet for me baby brother?" The younger twin asked softly, "If I asked you? Would you be sweet?"
Treavor stole a deep breath as he nodded.
He'd be sweet. He'd be anything for Morgan if it meant quenching the burning thirst coiling in his gut.
"I like the idea of you in my lap…" Morgan hummed softly, his voice low, not tired, but quiet.
"You, bouncing on my cock, all pretty like..." A sweet kiss was pressed to the center of Treavor's spine and he whimpered.
The twins had asked him to ride them some few times before…
On a bad day, the position was Treavor's least favorite simply because of how humiliating, how open the action of riding his brothers left him…
How shameful it was to force himself to rise and fall atop his brothers' cocks…
How shameful it was to have to watch his own prick stiffen and drool all over his brothers' stomach…
How shameful it was to meet his tormentors' gazes as he sobbed and screamed in ecstasy as he fervently dried to deny his own enjoyment…
Oh but some days… Some days, like today, Treavor could think of nothing he'd rather do than settle into his brothers' laps and rock against them.
"Morgan…" Treavor whimpered softly as he tried to press his hips back against the cock still lodged inside him.
"You like the sound of that?" Morgan asked in the same soft tone Treavor had called him with.
Treavor nodded again.
An arm wormed its way beneath Treavor's hips as the weight atop his back disappeared. Morgan gently hauled his younger brother back to his weak, weak knees before slowly slipping free from Treavor's warmth.
Some pathetic sob was wrenched from Treavor's throat as the deep ache of emptiness returned to him. Morgan shushed him softly as he carefully maneuvered Treavor's body, turning him until he was on his back beneath Morgan again.
Treavor spread his thighs wide and mewled pleadingly, sweetly, silently begging Morgan to make the ache of emptiness go away.
There was a hollow spot inside Treavor, and it hurt and he wanted it gone.
Morgan cooed something softly as he leaned close, pulling Treavor into a slow kiss as an arm slipped beneath Treavor's back to lift him from the loveseat, Treavor copied his brother, pausing to worm his shirt off of his arms, tossing it to the floor, before looping his arms around the back of Morgan's shoulders.
Treavor sobbed into his brother's mouth as he was lifted from the couch and drawn into Morgan's lap. All the semen Morgan had flooded him with began to slip down, down, down and Treavor could have cried when Morgan guided the head of his cock back to Treavor's entrance.
Treavor gleefully sank down onto his brother's length before Morgan could even tell him to do so. Whatever half hearted words of scorn Morgan had planned to chastise his baby brother were silenced as Treavor moaned heatedly.
Treavor couldn't care less about whatever Morgan had planned to say to him, he was spread wide and filled once again, the near painful emptiness vanquished, and with Treavor safely tucked into Morgan's lap, his brother's cock was able to press a bit further inside him.
Morgan was sat on the loveseat properly, if somewhat slouched, his back rested against the cushions and feet were on the floor, Treavor was perched on his prick, the younger brother's legs folded beneath him on either side of Morgan's thighs.
Morgan took hold of Treavor's small hips before he had a chance to rise from the base of Morgan's cock. The younger twin sat up slightly to devour the whine which slipped up Treavor's throat as he drew his baby brother in for a slow, sloppy kiss as he held Treavor in place, forcing the younger brother to sit on his prick and nothing more.
They would have their fun in good time, for now, Morgan wanted to enjoy his baby brother…
Morgan licked his way into Treavor's mouth as his thumbs soothed over the arch of Treavor's hips.
Treavor reciprocated in kind, pressing back against Morgan's lips with fervor as his quaint hands wandered wherever they could, sliding along Morgan's neck, fiddling with the remaining buttons on his brother's shirt.
Treavor was a small thing, Morgan mused to himself as he nibbled on his baby brother's lower lip, young and spry, slight, willowy, with hardly an ounce of muscle on him, only soft youth.
Treavor fit very well in Morgan's hands and mouth and around his cock.
Treavor was warm and tight, always tight, no matter how much time he or Custis would spend preparing their little brother on their fingers and tongues, Treavor would always be snug around them…
Perfect Morgan and Custis to bury their cocks and seed.
Unfortunately, Treavor had yet to fully realize where exactly he belonged.
Treavor was a stubborn creature, always playing games and rejecting their advancements. And don't get Morgan wrong, he occasionally enjoyed the games Treavor played, but sometimes he grew weary of such childish antics.
Morgan hadn't been lying when he told Treavor he sometimes dreamed of his baby brother.
Morgan hadn't been lying when he told Treavor that he sometimes wished he would stop fighting them altogether, that he sometimes wished Treavor would just accept his place…
He and Custis were steadily wearing him down, but it was a slow process.
And Morgan was not a patient man.
"Morgan…" The younger brother whined softly just against Morgan's lips as he clenched around the prick inside him, the smallest roll of his hips was halted dead by Morgan's hands but the younger twin still groaned as his cock, hard and erect, moved within his baby brother, twitching as Treavor's insides fluttered around his prick.
"Fuck Treavor…" Morgan grunted as he tightened his hold on the younger brother's waist, guiding the body above him to grind down onto his cock.
Treavor gasped against his lips.
"You want to ride me, don't you baby brother?" Morgan teased heatedly, his words hot against Treavor's cheek as he turned his head to murmur against his little brother's ear.
"W-want to bounce on my cock like a pretty little whore?" A wolfish grin settled across Morgan's cheeks as he watched Treavor nod frantically.
Morgan slipped his hands from Treavor's waist around to grope his little brother's ass, squeezing and fondling the soft skin teasingly as he kissed away some stray tears rolling down Treavor's cheeks.
"You're going to look so pretty bouncing on my cock." Morgan breathed against Treavor's cheek, "You want to look pretty for me, don't you Treavor?"
The younger brother nodded again.
"Think you can ask me, real sweet… If you can ride me?" Morgan urged smoothly, "Tell me how much you want to fuck yourself on my prick Treavor… And maybe, if you're sweet enough, I'll let you."
The youngest brother mewled and slumped forward, burying his face into Morgan's shoulder as his arms came to loop around his brother's shoulders. Morgan could feel Treavor's prick, stiff and absolutely soaking pressing against his stomach.
Treavor's breath fell in heavy pants against the side of Morgan's neck as he tried to steady his heart. Morgan chuckled, low and warm, before he began pressing his lips to Treavor's shoulder encouragingly.
"C'mon baby brother…" He cooed gently, his words punctuated by hands softly squeezing Treavor's ass.
"Tell me what you want… Tell me how much you want me."
"M-Morgan…" Treavor whimpered softly into the crook of his brother's shoulder.
"W-want you…" Treavor mumbled deliriously as he tried (and failed) to rock back against his brother's cock.
"You can do better than that." Morgan chided playfully as he spanked Treavor's ass lightly.
"Fuck- Morgan…" The younger brother whined quietly.
"Oh don't be like that Treavor." Morgan griped poutishly as he soothed over Treavor's ass his the palm of his hand.
"I want this just as bad as you." A high moan crawled up Treavor's throat as Morgan grinded up into him, emphasizing his need with the stiffness of his prick.
"S-so why don't you just be a good boy… And tell me what I want to hear."
Morgan stilled his grinding, but Treavor continued to quake in his lap, whimpering into Morgan's shoulder as his hips continued to try and rock back against his brother's cock.
"O-oh- please Morgan?" Treavor whined, "P-please let-let me?"
Morgan hummed against's Treavor's throat as he trailed his string of kisses down to Treavor's shoulders, running over a nice row of bruises already beginning to blossom along his baby brother's throat.
"Please… Morgan… C-can I… Can I r-ride you?" The younger brother asked smally, his lips brushing against Morgan's shoulder as he spoke.
Morgan chuckled, slipping his hands from Treavor's ass and back to the small waist seated on his cock.
"What was that baby brother?" He asked coyly, drawing a very pretty whimper to Treavor's lips.
"Morgan…" Treavor drawled through a low whine as his arms tightened around his brother's shoulders.
"No, no, no!" The younger twin purred as he began to pet along Treavor's sides.
"Talk to me Treavor…" Morgan cooed, "Tell me what you want… Tell me what you need… You're so pretty when you beg…"
Treavor sobbed at the back of his throat as Morgan's hands stroked over his skin, touching him gently while grounding him to the moment.
"I… I want to ride you…" Treavor mumbled again, his voice louder though still muffled against Morgan's shoulder.
"Please Morgan… Please?" He added softly.
One of his brother's hands began to trail along his back, tracing along his spine before curling up into Treavor's hair. Treavor whimpered as he was slowly dragged from his hiding place.
A chaste kiss was pressed to the corner of Treavor's mouth followed by warm words.
"Talk to me Treavor…" Morgan ordered softly, "Tell me what you want… And tell me how you want it…"
Treavor sobbed a sheepish mewl and bit his tongue.
"You want to ride me, don't you baby brother?" Morgan cooed sweetly as he brought a hand to Treavor's cheek to wipe away the tears slowly running down Treavor's face. Treavor nodded slowly as he leaned into his brothers' palm…
"You want to fuck yourself on my cock?" Morgan pressed, his voice low and smooth. Again, Treavor nodded and Morgan slapped him.
Not hard mind you, nothing more than a pat on the cheek really.
"Say it Treavor…" Morgan ordered quietly, "I want to hear you say it."
Treavor swallowed thickly before stuttering out a mumbled, "I-I want to ride you…"
Morgan shook his head.
"After that Treavor, keep up."
Treavor whimpered something sinful as a shudder ran down his spine.
"I-I… I want…" Treavor began nervously, the butterflies in his tummy jumbled his words horribly.
"To… F-fuck- Morgan…"
The younger twin had the audacity to throw his head back and laugh before his hand roughly fell against Treavor's thigh.
"You want to fuck me baby brother?" He goaded cheekily as he roughly groped Treavor's ass.
"Tough break on that Treavor, tough, tough break."
Treavor whimpered, shame and scorn burned in his chest as he tried to shove himself off of Morgan's lap.
The younger twin merely laughed again and looped his arms around Treavor's waist, holding him still as he giggled against Treavor's throat.
"W-want to try that again baby brother?" He snickered softly, grinning as he felt Treavor whimper against his lips.
"I'll even make this easy for you, you silly little thing…" Morgan murmured sweetly as he leaned up to press a kiss to Treavor's cheek.
"I'll tell you everything I want… Exactly how I want it." Morgan snagged Treavor's lower lip between his teeth and nibbled.
"I want you to listen to me Treavor… Think you can do that?" Treavor nodded slowly, hiccuping a soft sob as he did so, Morgan shushed him with a slow kiss.
"Close your eyes for me…" The younger twin ordered quietly, his thumbs soothing slow circles into Treavor's skin, "Just listen to me alright? You can do that, can't you?"
Treavor swallowed a whimper as he moved to rest his forehead against Morgan's shoulder, pleased beyond relieved to find that Morgan allowed it.
Morgan's hands were at his waist, holding him close and warm.
Morgan's lips were at his ear, whispering absolute filth.
"I want to watch you ride me Treavor…" The younger twin began softly.
"I want to see your thighs shaking as you raise yourself off my lap. I want to hear you crying my name when you sink back down on my cock."
Treavor mewled into Morgan's shoulder.
"I want to watch you fuck yourself on my prick… Want to feel you fuck yourself on my prick…"
Morgan pressed each word against Treavor's neck with his lips.
"D-does that sound good Treavor?" Morgan asked softly into Treavor's hair. Treavor nodded shakily, his shoulders trembling.
"Can you tell me?" Morgan requested slowly.
"I- um…" Treavor stuttered quietly, "P-please?" He whimpered at long last. Morgan cooed something sweet, gently coaxing Treavor out of hiding and into a tepid kiss.
"I want to ride you…" Treavor mumbled into the small space between their lips once Morgan pulled away.
"I want… I want to be good… For you…" He whispered softly before leaning close to press a ginger kiss to the edge of his brother's mouth.
Treavor could feel Morgan smile against him.
"Want to be sweet for me Treavor?" Morgan asked smoothly as he ran his hands along Treavor's thighs.
"Yes…" The younger brother replied quietly through a low moan as Morgan squeezed his thigh again before his hands came to properly grip Treavor's waist, no longer holding him down, in place, but holding him steady.
"Ride me baby brother." Morgan cooed, his lips just brushing Treavor's chin as he gently urged Treavor to rise.
"There you go- there you go." The younger twin breathed as Treavor slowly lifted himself from his brother's lap, allowing Morgan to guide him along his cock before easing him back down onto his lap once more.
Treavor's head rolled about his shoulders as he slipped down, down onto the prick beneath him, his body greedily gobbling up the cock.
Treavor paused to breathe once he returned to his brother's lap, savoring the feeling of Morgan's thumbs soothing over his hips.
His shoulders and thighs were quaking, hand digging into Morgan's shoulders with how tightly he was grasping his brother.
"You're alright…" Morgan whispered softly as his one hand began to soothe over Treavor's leg.
"You're alright Treavor… This feels good, doesn't it?"
Treavor nodded shakily.
"Keep going baby brother…" Morgan encouraged, his words hardly above a whisper.
"Ride my cock… I know you want to."
Treavor sobbed something in quiet bliss as he once again rose from his brother's lap, Morgan's gentle words and soft breaths and warm hands urging him on.
Treavor kept both of his hands on his brother's shoulders, using Morgan for balance as he gently bounced on the younger twin's cock, the loveseat groaned quietly beneath them while Treavor sobbed sweetly above.
"God you're pretty." Morgan murmured softly, his hands abandoning their resting place at Treavor's hips to wander up across his midriff, not controlling or guiding Treavor's rhythm, simply touching, feeling.
Treavor mewled in delight as he began to rock against his brother faster, harder.
"Pretty when you cry…" Morgan mused as his thumb lazily swiped away a streak of fallen tears clinging to Treavor's cheek, grinning as his baby brother leaned into his palm with a quiet whimper.
"Pretty on my cock." Morgan's other hand ran over Treavor's stomach, pressing down slightly to feel himself moving within his baby brother.
Treavor gasped and arched his back, pressing against the hand at his stomach, forcing his hips to work faster as his breath fell from his lips in desperate, panted cries.
"Oh I wish I had brought you back to our room…" Morgan huffed, looking up at the body writhing in his lap as he spoke, "Would have loved to have you screaming beneath me."
Treavor choked on a low, babbled moan as he nodded, Morgan chuckled. "You like the sound of that, don't you?" He mused against Treavor's throat, brushing his lips against the younger brother's skin whenever he was given the chance.
"Like the idea of being held down and fucked?"
Treavor keened a high and needy noise, his fingers dug into Morgan's shoulder, he shivered and quaked as he rose and fell atop his brother's cock.
He was a sloppy, loose mess by then, and the sounds Morgan's prick made when Treavor slipped down the length of his shaft were obscene and deliciously wet.
"Oh-oh fuck- Morgan!" Treavor murmured feverishly as he shifted in his brother's lap, angling his hips until Morgan's cock brushed his prostate with every move he made, and until he was absolutely sobbing.
A lazy hand suddenly wrapped around the front of Treavor's throat, not squeezing yet… Merely… Reminding.
Treavor gasped suddenly before quickly biting his tongue. Fear crept up his spine as panic abruptly set his heart alight.
How could he have forgotten?
"As much as we would love to hear you scream my name baby brother…" Morgan whispered as his other hand squeezed Treavor's thigh, urging him to continue, Treavor hadn't even realized he had stopped…
Morgan spanked his thigh next, not hard, again, but enough to draw Treavor from his bout of fear.
"Don't sop…" The younger twin ordered, "Don't you dare stop…"
Treavor swallowed a sob as be slowly began to raise his hips again, nowhere nearly as enthusiastically as he had been, but enough to draw a low groan to Morgan's lips.
Treavor did his best to stifle his own cries of pleasure… But there was only so much he could hold before a high whimper escaped him.
"Shh… Shh…" Morgan cooed as he drew Treavor down again, holding him firmly in his lap before guiding him into a low kiss.
"You have to be quiet baby brother…" Morgan whispered softly up into Treavor's mouth, the hand still pressed to Treavor's throat squeezed gently, not nearly enough to choke him… But enough to draw another little sob to Treavor's lips.
"Trust us… We would love to hear you screaming our names…" Morgan huffed lightly, playfully, "But we must ask you to try and hold that pretty tongue of yours."
Treavor shuddered and swallowed against his brother's palm, slumping forward slightly until his forehead came to rest against Morgan's. The younger twin sighed softly before leaning up to hiss him again.
The hand at his throat slipped away, trailing down his chest and stomach to settle once more at his waist…
Morgan's hands began to pet along his sides, slow and warm, encouragingly… Despite the momentary bout of panic Treavor had just endured, there was still a fire churning in his veins, demanding sustenance…
So with one final kiss and without further prompting, Treavor drew one of the hands he had set on Morgan's shoulder to his mouth to catch his cries as he once again began slowly rising himself off Morgan's lap to work his hips over over his brother's cock-
Wait…
We?
The reclining chair behind Treavor squeaked quietly as someone settled down.
Treavor nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he turned to look over his shoulder, fully prepared to leap off Morgan's prick to confront whoever had joined-
Morgan grabbed his waist and pulled him back down, roughly, burying his cock deep inside Treavor, holding the youngest brother down even as wriggled and writhed in ecstasy and fear.
Treavor only stopped his panicked flailing when he saw who was seated behind him...
"Hello Treavor." Custis greeted casually from his seat, comfortably slouched against the back, legs spread… Belt and fly undone.
Treavor stared at the eldest brother, dumbfounded, his head to foggy with lust to clearly comprehend what he was seeing…
That is until Morgan playfully slapped his ass.
"Put on a nice show for Custis why don't you?" Morgan suggested sweetly as he released his hold on Treavor's waist.
The youngest brother shuddered where he sat, looking down at Morgan with the most unimpressed expression he could muster… "You're the worst…" He groaned softly with a small roll of his hips.
Custis chuckled behind him, Morgan merely grinned and squeezed his thighs teasingly.
Treavor began slowly, carefully drawing himself from the base of Morgan's cock, taking his sweet time to rise up, up, up along the shaft, before alowing himself to fall just as slowly.
Custis wanted a show.
Treavor planned on delivering.
Morgan at least seemed to be enjoying it.
And with the occasional glance over his shoulder, Treavor could see Custis slowly stroking himself in time with Treavor's hips.
Treavor worked himself until he was a quaking mess atop his brother's cock, desperate for relief but too pleased by the attention he was receiving to want his torment to end.
Morgan would draw his baby brother into the sweetest, if not sloppiest, of kisses whenever Treavor lost control of his tongue or got too loud.
He would whisper sweet little praises up into Treavor's mouth whenever he could as his hands wandered across Treavor's skin, fingers pressed into bruises and bite marks, soothing and easing Treavor to relax.
All the while, Treavor could feel Custis' eyes burning into his back, watching as he rode the younger twin's cock, as his thighs and shoulders quaked...
Treavor's own prick began to dribble and smear pearly beads of seed across Morgan's exposed stomach and Treavor groaned at the idea of finishing across his big brother.
The twins always told him he was a beautiful mess whenever they smeared their seed across his stomach or chest or cheeks, and thinking about it, Treavor had no doubt in his mind that Morgan would be absolutely lovely…
Treavor mewled sweetly as he tried to angle his hips just so…
A high whimper escaped his lips as- yes, right there! He found the perfect angle.
Treavor arched his back, his head rolled about his shoulders as he quickly grabbed hold of Morgan's shoulders with both hands.
Morgan chuckled at his antics, "Are you close baby brother?" He cooed softly as he tilted his head back, brushing his lips against Treavor's, "Are you going to come on my cock again?"
"Pleasepleaseplease- Morgan!" Treavor murmured feverishly into his brother's mouth, his toes curled, panted mewls and shaky cries escaped his lips with every exhale as he rocked his body down onto the prick beneath him.
Fire burned in his veins, pooling inside him as he fucked himself, faster and faster on his brother's cock, the erection stroking his walls and running against his prostate with every rise and fall of his hips.
"Ask Morgan nicely." Custis interjected from his seat, his voice nearly startled Treavor, he had been distracted by Morgan to the point of forgetting their audience.
"Please let me finish Morgan." Treavor babbled, his words jumping about as the wind was knocked out of his lungs as Morgan's prick would press so wonderful deep into his tummy every time he slipped the cock inside him.
"I-I want to come on your cock!" Both of Treavor's hands fell to his brother's chest to stabilize himself as his thighs began to quiver.
"I-I've been-been good!" Treavor continued to whine into Morgan's mouth, doing his best to keep his voice down, "B-Been taking you nice and d-deep." He was beginning to stutter.
"B-Been pretty f-for you an-and- Ohfuckpleasepleaseplease." Treavor shuddered violently, arching his back as euphoria began to bloom in the base of his skull, drawing one hand to his mouth to stifle a loud cry as Morgan took hold of the back of his neck, drawing him down to sit on his lap.
Fingers held Treavor's prick, tightly, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to prevent him from spilling himself.
"You're so fucking close Treavor." Morgan whispered so, so, softly, "So desperate… Such a needy little whore."
Treavor nodded feverishly as his hands fisted the material of Morgan's shirt, he could only comprehend some few words Morgan spoke but that hardly mattered.
"So pretty, full of cock and seed… Ask me nicely, one more time." Morgan urged quietly.
"Please…" Treavor breathed, "Please let me come on your cock Morgan."
"You want to come on your big brother's cock?" Morgan teased sweetly, "You want to ride this prick until you spill all over me?"
Treavor nodded again as a frustrated tear slipped down his cheeks.
"Are you a whore Treavor?" Custis asked from behind him.
"Yes…" Treavor sighed as he clenched down around Morgan, massaging the cock nestled blissfully deep inside him, Morgan sighed softly beneath him.
"Yes, I'm a whore." He sniffled with a glance over his shoulder.
Custis was smiling in his seat, still pawing his erection.
"Well brother?" The older twin mused, "Do you think Treavor's been a good little whore?"
"Oh, most definitely." Morgan sighed as he began to stroke Treavor's prick. The youngest brother sobbed delicately as his back arched.
"You should have seen him earlier… Crying for my cock so fucking sweetly." Morgan sat up slightly as he drew Treavor closer, nibbling at his baby brother's jaw with his lips.
"You're going to come on my hand Treavor." Morgan said smoothly, "You're going to spill across my stomach, paint me a pretty mess with your seed… And then I'm going to have you clean up your mess with your tongue."
Treavor sobbed and nodded, attempting to rock his hips against Morgan's palm and the cock inside him.
"Oh-Please Morgan… Please, please…" Treavor whimpered softly as the first small spurt of seed escaped the head of his erection, lazily dribbling over Morgan's knuckles.
"Shh… It's alright, it's alright Treavor, you can come, you can spill yourself all over me, I won't mind, fuck- I want you to baby brother." Morgan murmured softly against Treavor's lips as he tugged the youngest brother into a kiss.
"Once you come, I'm going to turn you around and you're going to ride me for Custis. You like the sound of that?" Morgan whispered as his hand began to move faster along Treavor's length.
"And once I finish inside you- bury myself deep and fuck all my come into your tummy… We'll let Custis have a turn, alright?"
Treavor was crying softly as his eyes rolled about his skull, he wanted that, he wanted all that, more than anything.
"Oh-Fuck! Morgan!"
Treavor shuddered as the heat inside him escaped. His cock twitched as ropes of seed spilled out, splattering against Morgan's stomach and chest. The youngest brother slumped forward, heaving breath after breath as he tucked his head against his brother's shoulder.
"Good boy Treavor…" Morgan mumbled into his neck, "Such a good, good boy…"
Morgan gently coaxed Treavor into another kiss as his hand slipped from the back of his neck to wander and stroke and pet Treavor's skin.
Treavor mewled softly into his brother's mouth, Morgan still hadn't finished yet, and he had promised Treavor he was going to fuck every dribble of his seed into Treavor's tummy.
"Eager aren't you Treavor?" Custis chuckled from his seat as he watched their baby brother begin to gently grind against the cock he was seated upon.
Treavor merely sighed into Morgan's mouth before tilting his head back as Morgan't lips began to trail down his jaw and neck.
"'M enjoying myself…" Treavor slurred softly as his eyes fluttered closed, Morgan's hands settled to paw at Treavor's thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh playfully as Treavor slowly grinded down against his brother's prick.
"I can see that Treavor." Custis mused lightly, "But you remember what Morgan said?"
Treavor had to pause and think for a solid thirty seconds before a low groan escaped his lips and his hips came to rest.
"You know what to do." Morgan hummed cheekily as he watched his baby brother try to figure out how he was going to turn around without getting off his cock.
Eventually Treavor managed to swing his leg over, and his brothers had a grand chuckle at his expense, but any shred of humiliation was quickly erased as Treavor set his hands on Morgan's knees.
"Pretty, isn't he?" Morgan mused softly through a heavy pant from behind Treavor as the younger brother began to grind down against his prick again, rocking and rolling his hips about his brother's lap teasingly.
"Oh, most definitely." Custis replied, his voice a low groan as his hand returned to his own cock. Watching as Treavor's hips swayed gently, listening to the sweetest sighs which fell from their baby brother's lips and the slick sound of his twin's prick slipping in and out of the body perched above him.
"He's warm too." Morgan continued, "Nice and wet, tight…" Treavor mewled softly. Ceasing the rolling of his hips to begin rising and falling atop Morgan's cock once more, his limp prick beginning to twitch with each praise Morgan pressed into his back.
"Should have been here earlier brother." Morgan mumbled as his lips trailed along Treavor's spine, "I'm sure Treavor would have loved to have you down his throat."
The oldest and youngest brother groaned at that thought.
"Well…" Morgan mused, "I'm sure if Treavor asks nicely, you'd be perhaps willing to move from your seat to take his mouth?" Morgan suggested smoothly.
Treavor peered over to the elder twin with a foggy expression of want, Custis met his eyes briefly, pausing to watch his baby brother before he nodded, once.
Treavor groaned quietly as he readjusted where his hands sat on Morgan's knees to steady himself as he rocked his hips, keeping Morgan entertained as he turned his attention to his eldest brother.
Custis' prick was warm and heavy in his hand, the head red and already wet with beads of pre.
Treavor wanted it down his throat.