Another sob racked Treavor's shoulders as he tried to curl even further into himself, wishing desperately that he could disappear or die right then and there, lest he have to suffer the fury of his brothers.
How could he have been so stupid?
His stomach flared as his movement shifted the burning inside him, drawing more tears and a fragile whimper to his bloodied lips which he vainly tried to stifle with his bloody palm.
A hand settled against his shoulder and Treavor, expecting chastisement, flinched so violently he nearly smacked his forehead against the door as he attempted to move away.
"Treavor."
A shuddered breath escaped the younger man's throat as blood slipped between his fingers to join the growing pool already on his lap. Morgan ran a hand between the younger brother's back, soothing circles through the coat and shirt he wore, it was a comforting motion, slow and measured.
It should have been painful.
"Breathe Treavor…" Custis murmured as he gently settled beside the younger Lord on the floor of the bedroom, Treavor found himself caught between his brothers, he couldn't lean away from Custis without moving towards Morgan and visa versa.
Treavor's decision was made for him as Custis' arm wound around his waist to softly pull him against his side, keeping one hand firmly looped around Treavor to prevent him from moving away, while his other hand began to run through Treavor's hair, drawing the youngest brother's head to rest beneath Custis' chin.
Treavor shuddered in his brothers' hold before he pressed himself against the warmth, the security his brother offered as more tears began to well and fall from his eyes.
He was so fucking stupid.
Treavor kept one arm firmly coiled around his stomach as he removed the blood-stained hand which had been cupping his mouth to blindly reach out to his brother, he eventually found himself curling his arm around Custis' side to grasp Custis' shoulder.
He'd give a damn about the blood later.
He'd give a damn about the pain later.
He'd give a damn about whatever punishments his brothers had planned for him later…
Treavor needed this comfort, this warmth, this security now.
Custis cooed some soft little nothings into Treavor's hair, "It's alright… We're here now… You're safe." There were others, but most were lost to Treavor as his sobbing drew him deaf.
Regardless, Custis continued to murmur his little coos and whispers until his younger brother finally stopped shuddering with every breath, though he had yet to stop crying.
The three sat there together with Morgan and Custis practically huddled over Treavor, and Treavor hunched low, curled over himself as if afraid…
The twins exchanged glances, worried glances. They knew that they themselves could get rough with their brother, but this?
This was something else.
Someone else's doing…
And the thought was terrifying.
"Do you think you can stand?" Morgan asked softly from Treavor's side as he leaned over Treavor's shoulder, one hand remained at the younger brother's back as the other came to rest at his knee.
Treavor slowly untucked himself from his brother's chin, purposefully avoiding both Morgan and Custis' concerned gazes to glance over his shoulder.
The bed was closer, but in his state still impossibly far…
Treavor slowly moved the arm he had clutching Custis' shoulder to a more supportive position as he attempted to draw a leg to support himself. White hot agony erupted within him as he tried to draw himself to kneel.
The babbled cry to pass his lips was of anguish and fear, the choked sobs to follow were pitiful as his stomach twisted and a dry heave hollowly rolled up his throat.
Treavor could have worked himself to stand with time, just as he had in the bathroom downstairs, but his cry of pain was enough to spur his brothers into action.
Morgan cursed something in concern before Custis forced an arm beneath Treavor's legs and non too gracefully hoisted him up.
There was pain, ungodly pain.
Treavor couldn't breathe, couldn't catch enough air to fill his lungs, his voice caught in his throat as he babbled helplessly against Custis' chest, a loose string of apologies and pleas as his hands tore and clawed for purchase.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He mumbled feverishly, specks of blood and spittle flew from his lips with every word he spoke, staining the white of his brother's shirt red and pink.
"I didn't mean to, I didn't know, I'm sorry." Custis shushed Treavor with a hurried press of lips to his forehead as the elder brother gently lay the younger Lord down across the bed, Treavor continued to cling to Custis, keeping himself firmly tucked beneath his brother's' chin as he continued his tirade of babbles.
"My fault, wasn't you, I'm sorry, didn't want it, didn't want him."
Custis sighed heavily before he slowly, carefully removed Treavor from his hiding place beneath his chin, drawing a mournful cry to his brother's lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Treavor sobbed as desperately clung to Custis, as if afraid to lose the hold he had on his brother.
No sooner had his brother removed himself did Treavor attempt to curl in on himself once more, to draw his knees to his chest and bury his head in his arms and simply weep.
Morgan however prevented him from doing so as he took hold of Treavor's shoulders, preventing the younger brother from curling up by not quite pinning him to the bed.
"Treavor, what happened…" Morgan asked slowly, his tone calm, but edged, his hands were firm on Treavor's arms, but not painful. Not like Montgomery.
Treavor shook his head regardless, sending more tears cascading down his cheeks.
Montgomery was a most unpleasant phantom racing across his skin, Morgan was not Montgomery, but then and there, all Treavor could feel was the other nobleman's hands.
"We can't help you if you don't tell us what happened." Custis murmured softly as he too leaned over the youngest brother to wipe away the moisture clinging to his cheeks.
Treavor shuddered and leaned away from the hands, despite how warm and familiar the felt, despite how his chest fluttered and his breath caught in his throat by the gentle touch...
"Treavor…" Custis sighed as he took his brother's face into his hands, the choked whimper, a desperate little, "I'm sorry…" To spill from the youngest brother's throat was fragile, wounded… Small.
Both Morgan and Custis exchanged glances, they had drawn all manor of cries and screams from their youngest brother but never… Something so hurt.
They could draw Treavor to beg, beg and plead for them to stop, to slow, Treavor liked it when they were gentle so sometimes they would comply with their little brother. Sometimes they would pause dead in the middle of a heated romp with Treavor either snug around their pricks or painfully empty as they retreated.
And then they would wait...
They wouldn't allow their baby brother to leave oh no, they were patient…
No matter how desperately Treavor would plead for them to stop, he would always, always beg them so beautifully to keep going once he was done being childish.
"I didn't want it… But he didn't stop…" The youngest brother whispered as he began to shake beneath Morgan's palm as his chest heaved and his voice stuttered.
"It hurt…" Treavor whispered quietly as his hands grappled with Custis' wrists.
"He-he wasn't you, he made it hurt… It hurts…"
Morgan's hands left Treavor's shoulders to begin fiddling with the bloodied dress shirt buttons and vest the youngest brother had worn that night, his face ashen and pale with concern.
Treavor wanted to stop his brother, he did. He didn't want them to see him in such a state, didn't want them to know what he had done behind their backs.
He was such an idiot.
But he knew, he knew that they would have found out one way or another, the penalty would be excruciating, but here, wounded and in pain, afraid, his brothers were concerned.
Perhaps they would be merciful, if just for an evening…
So Treavor allowed Morgan to unbutton his shirt to see the mess Montgomery had created as his hands remained firmly at Custis' wrists while he watched silently through teary eyes, quietly murmuring his fragile little, 'I'm sorry', again and again.
It was only when Morgan moved to undo Treavor's belt did the younger brother begin to protest.
"No." Treavor's voice was a low whine as his hands moved from Custis' wrists to shakily clasped over Morgan's, he shook his head in Custis' hands as best he could.
"No." He repeated.
"Treavor…" Custis chided gently as he released Treavor's cheeks to tenderly clasp his brother's wrists, Treavor flinched and tried to pull away, whimpering quietly as Custis settled halfway over his form to pin his wrists to the bed.
Custis pressed a kiss to Treavor's forehead as his fingers slid into the spaces between Treavor's, forcing the younger brother to unclench his fists lest he drive his nails into his hands.
"It's alright…" Custis soothed calmly as he drew Treavor's arms to rest above his head, blocking Morgan from view. As much as Treavor wanted to raise his head to peer over Custis' shoulder, to do so would draw him too close to his older brother for comfort.
So Treavor simply lay there, not quite pinned beneath Custis but in no way capable of freeing himself.
A strangled sort of sob rose from the youngest brother as Morgan began fiddling with the buckle of his belt, Treavor's hands tightened around Custis' and briefly, he attempted to raise his head to further protest Morgan's advances.
He murmured a feverish string of 'Nonononono' against the elder twin's shoulder as the button of his pants was undone and the zipper pulled down, Custis cooed something sweet and reassuring against his ear as his elder brother's hands released his own to take hold of Treavor's face once again.
Treavor was quick to grapple with Custis' wrists as his brother drew his head back down to lie against the comforter. Treavor's hold on his brother's wrists wasn't an act of defiance, but one of fear.
Treavor was afraid, that was clear as day, he wanted to hold onto something solid, something warm, and at that point in time, Custis was his best option.
"I'm sorry." Treavor mewled again as Morgan finally began removing his pants, exposing his thighs and that damn scrap of lingerie he still wore.
His whimpers of shame were shushed by Custis as his older brother distracted him with a slow press of lip.
Treavor's mouth tasted of blood and bile, sickening yes, but Custis was more concerned with soothing his youngest brother, calming him. They, Custis and Morgan could be mad later, but first things first, they needed to help Treavor.
Treavor who was hurt and afraid, who shied from their touches, who attempted to hide from them, shield himself from them...
Treavor who whined into his brother's mouth as Morgan finally slid his pants down to his knees. Treavor who made some move to draw his legs together, prevented by both the pain of the action and Morgan who took hold of his calf.
All Treavor ended up doing was sobbing.
Morgan swore, quietly, "Fuck." His voice fragile like glass with the slightest of tremors slipping free with the single softly spoken word before he swore again, loud and angry.
"Fuck!" Piercing and infuriated was Morgan's tongue, Treavor knew the tone well, it was the tone Morgan used when he was truly, genuinely upset, the kind of upset where simple apologies were no longer enough and actions meant nothing...
Treavor heaved a cry, as he cowered beneath Custis, attempting to draw his legs away from Morgan only to find the warm weight shielding him from the younger twin disappearing above him.
A desperate apology escaped his lips as Custis retreated to join his twin down by Treavor's waist. Treavor reached blindly first towards Custis to hopefully draw his brother back to him before he settled on snagging a pillow from the top of his bed.
The younger man buried his face in the plush cushion before successfully rolling to his side, and oh the pain. Morgan's grip on his leg prevented him from curling into a much-wanted ball, the fire to erupt in his gut paled in comparison to the creeping horror which swelled in his chest as another thick stream of seed slipped free.
The sob which tore from Treavor's throat bordered on a scream as his chest heaved. There was no doubt his brothers had seen the carnage left by Montgomery, the evidence was clear, Treavor was guilty as charged.
The only thing separating him from his brothers was a flimsy fucking pillow which did absolutely nothing for the younger brother but provide the illusion of protection and muffle his cries.
"Who…" One of the twins spoke, their voice a low whisper.
Treavor buried his head further into the pillow as he shook his head, murmuring his little apologies and pleads as he stained the fabric red. His knuckles were white, nearly as white as the pillow with how tight he held the damn thing.
Lips brushed the shell of his ear as a warm body settled just behind him.
"Please Treavor…" Morgan whispered, his voice lower, softer, a far cry from the seething snarl he had howled mere moments before as he gently took hold of the pillow, death grip be damned as he pried it from the younger Lord's face.
"I'm sorry…" Treavor breathed as he drew his hands up to shield his face as his hiding place was taken.
"Wasn't you, didn't want him…" Treavor murmured into his palms as Morgan leaned over his side to press scattered kisses to his temple.
"Who Treavor?" Custis asked softly as he moved to lay before the youngest brother.
Treavor peered shyly from between his fingers, looking between his brother's eyes as Custis gently brought a hand to Treavor's cheek again to once more run his thumb across the streak of tears which had gathered there.
"I'm sorry…" Treavor breathed again as he lowered his hands to settle just at his shoulder, this time he pressed into the palm at his cheek, preening beneath the gentle caress he so desperately needed then and there.
"We know Treavor…" Custis cooed softly as he leaned close to press a delicate kiss to Treavor's forehead, "We know…" He repeated into his younger brother's hair, soft and reassuring.
"But you need to tell us who hurt you…"
Treavor swallowed thickly, shying away from the hands which brought him such comforts mere moments before…
But to draw away from Custis was to press back against Morgan...
"Promise you won't be mad?" He whispered as his position finally registered in his head. Stuck, caught, trapped he would have said, perfectly between his brothers...
"Not at you." Morgan assured his younger brother gently as he pressed a kiss to the back of Treavor's ear, "Not at you…"
Treavor nodded slowly as he took a breath. He himself still reeked of smoke and rum… But his brothers carried a far gentler fragrance… Vanilla and Sandalwood…
Montgomery wasn't there, not anymore. Treavor was with his brothers. He was safe and warm and protected…
"Shaw…"
Custis nodded slowly before looked over Treavor's shoulder to his twin, he nodded silently and the weight, the warmth behind Treavor disappeared, followed by the bedroom door opening and then closing.
There was a quiet moment between the remaining brothers, with Custis laid out before Treavor, gently running his thumbs over Treavor's cheeks to pointlessly dry his tears.
"I got your shirt bloody…" Treavor eventually mumbled, "And your chin…" His voice sheepish and quiet, unsure and wary, the silence was heavy but he couldn't think of anything… To properly break it.
"We'll deal with it later." Custis replied simply, casually… Not at all angrily as he shifted closer to gingerly press a kiss to Treavor's forehead before he sat.
Treavor watched his brother silently as Custis gently set his hands on Treavor's exposed hips, looking up to the younger brother with… Nervous questions bouncing about his eyes.
"Can I roll you over?" The elder twin asked softly.
Treavor sniffled quietly, he hurt… He hurt a lot, he wasn't sure he wanted to move, moving hurt, hell, breathing hurt. A warm hand slipped beneath Treavor's shirt to run along his side in soothing circles.
The process, once Treavor finally nodded, was over before Treavor knew it, but torturous regardless. Custis was gentle as he grasped his brother's hips, but the action of returning to his backside had Treavor writhing in agony.
The burning twinges of pain did not cease until Custis had, as gently as he could, removed Treavor's pants, tossing them to the floor without a second thought before the elder brother slowly moved to settle between Treavor's thighs.
The gentle action of moving the younger man's legs drew a high whine of pain to Treavor's lips, a whine that Custis soothed with hushed murmurs as he leaned over his brother.
"It's just me Treavor. It's just me…" Custis whispered, his breath and words ghosting over Treavor's lips as he drew their foreheads to rest against one another.
The shuddered sob of, "It hurts…" To crawl from Treavor's throat drew a heavy sigh from Custis.
"Where does it hurt?" Custis asked softly as he propped himself up onto his elbows to look his younger brother over. Most of Treavor's neck was littered with steadily darkening bruises, claiming marks that appeared grotesque and wrong against his brother's neck.
Custis would have to rectify this transaction.
"I still feel him…" Treavor whispered, quiet and unnerved, "O-on my skin… He's not here but I feel him." Quivering arms came to rest over Treavor's stomach and it was then that Custis noticed the darkened shapes of hands coiled around his brother's wrists.
The startled little whine Treavor made as Custis took hold of his wrist was silenced by a confused though pleased little mewl as the elder twin gently pressed his lips to the inside of Treavor's wrist, just as the dark ring of bruises…
Custis left a scattered trail of pecks all the way around Treavor's one wrist before moving to the other, the youngest brother merely watched, eyes still glistening, cheeks still damp… But his breath no longer stuttered with sobs, if anything he seemed… Relaxed, calm even.
Once he had circled both wrists, Custis released his brother's arm to slowly, cautiously settle over Treavor, the sigh to escape Treavor was not one of pain or even discomfort, Custis was firm, warm and familiar atop the youngest brother, right in every way Montgomery had been wrong.
Something that Treavor did not mind in the slightest.
The softest brush of lips ghosted over Treavor's bloodied chin as Custis worked his way across Treavor's jaw, nibbling at the bone gingerly until he came to the first dark mar against his brother's flesh.
Treavor damn well near purred beneath his brother, tilting his head just so to ease Custis' access to the blotches of shame he bore, mewling softly as Custis carried on down his neck. Easing his woes with lip, tongue and teeth.
Custis was thorough, laving each and every little bite and bruise Montgomery had left with his tongue to soothe the ache and conceal the marks with his own signature.
Treavor lay beneath his brother, warm and complacent, offering some little keen of satisfaction as he slowly drew his arms around his brother's side to loop lazily over his back.
On any other tryst, Treavor would loathe the feeling of lip, teeth and tongue on his neck, his shoulders, chest, anywhere his brothers saw fit to mark him. The bruises and bite marks come dawn would draw unwanted attention to the young man, attention Treavor neither wanted nor knew how to deal with.
But then and there, Treavor was desperate for whatever Custis was willing to give him.
Perhaps even greedy.
When Treavor attempted to wrap his legs around Custis' waist to draw his brother closer however, the burning in his gut which had settled into a low throb at the back of his mind reignited, drawing another bout of strained sobs and whimpers, which in turn drew Custis to pause his attentions.
Hands settled at Treavor's waist, thumbs rubbing slow, steady circles into the youngest brother's hips as Custis, much to Treavor's disappointment, withdrew from his neck.
"It's alright." Custis breathed gently against Treavor's chin, a soft, "I know it hurts; I know it hurts…" Was quietly mumbled against Treavor's flesh.
"Just stay still Treavor, relax… I'm going to take care of you." Custis pressed a chaste kiss to the edge of Treavor's mouth, pulling away before his younger brother could reciprocate.
"I'm going to clean you up." Another kiss, one which Treavor whined into.
"I'm going to erase any trace that bastard left on you." Custis began to trail his lips and tongue over the other side of Treavor's neck as he continued speaking.
"Just relax for me Treavor, let me help you…"
Treavor nodded as best be could before he pressed his cheek to his brother's head.
"Missed you…" He whispered quietly, his lips just brushing the shell of his brother's ear.
"We've been right here Treavor…" Custis sighed quietly as he gently began to nibble at another bite mark on Treavor's neck with his lips.
"Have not…" Treavor whimpered as Custis trailed a soothing tongue over the new bruise he had created in place of Montgomery's bite.
"Been ignoring me…" Treavor murmured sadly as he turned his head again, better exposing his neck to his brother, whining low in his throat as Custis paused again.
A ginger, fleeting kiss was pressed to Treavor's shoulder before Custis rose to look over his younger brother once more. Treavor did not turn his head to face his brother though he did meet Custis' gaze out of the corners of his eyes.
"What are you talking about Treavor?" Custis asked slowly, his eyes narrowed somewhat, not in spite or anger but… Confusion perhaps. Treavor couldn't fathom why his brother was confused, he and Morgan should have damn well know the effect of their prolonged absence had on Treavor.
"You and Morgan have been ignoring me." Was the younger Lords whimpered response as he turned to face his brother, Custis merely cocked a brow, Treavor scowled weakly as he tightened his hold on his brother's shoulders.
"You haven't said or done or even looked at me in three weeks." He whined, wincing in pain as he attempted to shift beneath the weight of his brother, "I thought you… didn't want me anymore…" He managed through a sharp breath.
Custis paused above his younger brother, his gaze softening.
"Oh Treavor…" He sighed softly before leaning close to press a lingering and slow kiss to Treavor's lips. The younger brother was tempted to deny Custis' advance, but the elder brother retreated before Treavor could respond in the negative.
"Morgan and I were waiting for you to come to us." Custis murmured softly, his lips brushing against Treavor's as he spoke. Treavor huffed a hollow laugh, his cheeks dampening again as he looked up to his brother.
"You were busy." Treavor whispered softly as his eyes darted between Custis' gaze and his lips. Treavor slowly drew his hands up along his brother's back until they reached his brother's head to tangle into the dark hair.
"I didn't want to be a bother…" Treavor mumbled sheepishly before he gently tugged Custis back down for another kiss. Treavor rarely initiated anything in the… Relationship, hence the stagnant weeks prior, so Custis was surprised to be drawn into a kiss, though he certainly did not object.
The elder brother merely hummed as he pressed his tongue against Treavor' teeth, the younger man sighed contently through his nose before parting his jaw to greet his brother's tongue with his own.
Treavor trailed one hand from Custis's hair, down to his shoulders and then to the front of his brother's suite where he gently pushed his brother up from his prone position over top Treavor.
The mumbled question to pass Custis's lips as he shifted atop his younger brother was devoured by Treavor as he began to unbutton the overcoat Custis was still wearing, followed closely by his bloodstained buttoned-up shirt.
Treavor gleefully ran his palms over his brother's chest, wherever he could reach, Custis was warm beneath his palms and from the quiet hiss pressed into his mouth, Treavor could assume his fingers were cold.
Still, the elder brother allowed Treavor's hands to wander along his sides and chest until they came to his neck. Treavor grasped the neckline of the shirt Custis wore and tugged none too gently, muttering a heated, "Off." Against Custis' lips.
Custis huffed as he sat back, hair tousled, eyes blown wide, lips and chin bloodied. His breath came in short pants, causing the hand which Treavor pressed to brother's chest to rise and fall as Custis all but tore off his coat and shirt before tossing them to the ground.
"Aren't you affectionate." The older brother purred as he set his own hand over Treavor's, taking a moment to appreciate the body before him.
Treavor lay on the bed, legs spread over Custis' thighs, head back, lips and chin still smeared with blood. One arm pressed against his brother's chest, the other sprawled across his stomach, rising and falling with his gentle breaths.
"Missed you." Treavor repeated with a mumble. Custis hummed as he took hold of the hand Treavor had pressed to his chest, drawing it close to press a delicate kiss to the palm before setting the arm alongside the other Treavor had laid across his stomach.
Custis ran his hands down Treavor's side until he settled once more across Treavor's waist, running his thumbs over the thin straps which held up the barely excusable lingerie Treavor was still wearing.
"I can tell." Custis purred warmly, "Were you waiting for us Treavor?"
Treavor nodded as he settled his hands atop Custis' before he timidly met his brother's gaze.
"Wanted to do something nice…" He murmured softly, "Wanted to be good…" Custis hummed something soft as he hunched over his younger brother to trail his lips across Treavor's chest, scattering the sweet caresses delicately across the expanse of skin.
Treavor's eyes fell as he watched his brother, the timid playfulness in his eyes gave was to shame and anger.
"I feel dirty…" Treavor admitted quietly through a whisper as his hold on Custis' hands tightened.
Custis sighed heavily, pressing one last kiss to the center of Treavor's chest before he leaned over his brother, pressing their foreheads together to murmur a soft, queried, "Do you want me to get you cleaned up?"
Treavor paused before nodding slowly. "Please…" He whispered.
Custis pressed a chase kiss to Treavor's lips before leaning back, Treavor braced himself to sit so he could stand and head to the bathroom only for Custis' hand to settle against his chest as his brother reached over him to grab another pillow.
"I'm going to roll you over." He said simply, Treavor looked up to his brother, blinking once before glancing to the door leading to the bathroom.
"I want to clean you." Custis reiterated firmly as he gently took hold of Treavor's waist again, Treavor hesitated, resisting the urge to nibble at his damaged lips for another moment before he nodded.
The burning sensation the movement created was ungodly, his gut twinged as what seed was left inside him sloshed and shifted with the motions, making Treavor's stomach churn most unpleasantly.
The new position Treavor found himself in however was comfortable, the pillow Custis had grabbed was seated just beneath his hips, making his back arch ever so slightly.
Treavor grabbed for another pillow to tuck beneath his chin as the weight behind him shifted before Custis gently spread his legs.
Treavor whined quietly, not so much in pain, but more so in discomfort, both physical and emotional, he knew he looked a mess, blood and seed stained his thighs pink and red.
Still he accommodated his brother as best he could, keeping still, biting the pillow as gentle fingers probed around his entrance drawing little noises of pain from Treavor.
"Just relax Treavor…" Custis murmured softly as he slowly rubbed circled into the younger man's hip.
"You're doing very well." A firm kiss was pressed against Treavor's shoulder, "I'm going to go fetch a washcloth, can you stay here, like this for me?"
Treavor turned his head to the side to look to his brother, he nodded and was rewarded a chaste kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth before Custis retreated from his side.
Treavor watched his brother retreat to the washroom and out of sight, listening as the taps were turned and water drawn. Treavor sighed through his nose before nestling against the pillow beneath his head.
His bed was beginning to smell like sandalwood and vanilla.
The tap turned off and soon after the bed dipped beside Treavor before Custis' hand settled against his lower back.
"I know this will hurt…" Custis soothed quietly, "But I need you to stay calm, can you do that for me Treavor?"
Treavor nodded again and Custis disappeared from his side, reappearing behind him once again before the thin strip of fabric was moved to the side and a warm, wet washcloth gently pressed against Treavor's inner thigh.
The cloth was damp with warm water, pressing and scrubbing gently against his skin to wipe away the red stains running down his legs.
Custis leaned close to press small kisses along Treavor's lower back to sooth the younger man as the washcloth drew nearer and nearer to the main source of pain.
Treavor whimpered into the pillow as the washcloth first made contact with his entrance, his grip of the cushion turned his knuckles white as pain raced up his spine.
Custis shushed him gently, keeping a firm hand on his lower back to still his quaking hips as he dabbed the washcloth between his thighs. Custis was careful and slow, but it still hurt, enough so that Treavor continuously whimpered out choked sobs with every twinge of pain.
Custis continued to coo gentle words to him, running his hand over Treavor's spine, rubbing circled into his hips, until he was finally satisfied and removed the washcloth.
A trail of kisses were scattered across Treavor's spine and shoulders as Custis sprawled himself over Treavor's back.
With the back of Treavor's next exposed, Custis set to work replacing the remaining marks Montgomery had created with his own. All the while murmuring heated praises against Treavor's neck.
Treavor basked in the affection and reveled beneath his brother. Custis was a firm weight atop him, warm and secure and so, so, so very right. The younger brother sighed contently as he all but melted beneath his brother, warm and safe he was, and very tempted to fall asleep right there...
"There is one more place I need to clean…" Custis whispered quietly as he pressed a final kiss to the very back of Treavor neck. The younger brother whined as he pressed his face into the pillow, muffling the little, "Hurts…" He mumbled.
Custis sighed, "I know Treavor… But it needs to get done."
Treavor slumped against the bed and offered his brother no further objections as Custis began to crawl down his body, trailing lips and tongue throughout his descent.
Treavor jolted and whined as Custis' hands grasped his thighs, spreading them apart to give him better access to Treavor. The lingerie was still curled over Treavor's cheek, out of the way, not that it provided much protection either way.
A feather light kiss was pressed to his entrance, drawing a confused little whine of embarrassment from Treavor. The action didn't hurt, per-say, but it was a strange sensation and impossibly disconcerting.
Typically, Treavor was the one to find himself with a throat full of cock, very rarely did his brothers occupy their mouths with prick, though when they did… Well, Treavor was hardly one to complain.
The heated press of tongue silenced any complaints and stray thoughts floating about Treavor's head.
It wasn't exactly… Horrible, on a better day Treavor would gladly call the sensation, warm and slick and soothing, bliss. But then and there, in so much pain, the tongue was merely a pleasant distraction.
Treavor shuddered and pressed back against his brother's mouth as best he could, given his position and regardless of the pain he was in.
Custis delved his tongue deeper into Treavor as the younger brother writhed atop the bed, shifting his hips to grind against the pillow beneath his hips and back against Custis' tongue.
Custis slowly, gently introduced fingers along with his tongue, pressing and prodding deeper into Treavor than his tongue could reach. The fingers hurt more than the tongue, but Custis was careful as he would gently press his fingers as deeply as his hand would allow before curling them slightly to drag against Treavor's walls as he drew them out.
It took Treavor some few lazy thrusts to figure out that his brother was clearing out the spend Montgomery had seeded into him.
At one point Custis grazed Treavor's prostate, drawing a genuine keen of delight from the younger brother. Treavor could feel Custis' gaze rolling over his figure as he shuddered and quaked against his brother's hand.
His pained whines gave way to pleased whimpers as Custis dutifully pressed his fingers against the bundle of nerves while his tongue continued to lap into Treavor, slickening his entrance.
A door opened behind them, signifying Morgan's return.
The younger twin strolled into the room, knuckles bloody, lip split, hair and shirt awry, he seemed quite pleased with himself however, even more so as he paused to observe the delightfully obscene scene he had walked into before he approached Treavor's side.
"Enjoying yourself?" He cooed quietly; his voice hoarse from shouting, as he ran a hand through Treavor's hair, Treavor sighed contently and nodded, leaning into the hand.
"What have you been up to brother?" Custis mused heatedly as he pulled away from Treavor's entrance, the whine Treavor had prepared was replaced by a pleased little hiss as a third finger slipped alongside the other two.
Morgan's hand continued to trail through Treavor's hair, watching his twin slowly, carefully work their baby brother open. The younger twin's attention turned to Treavor as the youngest brother abandoned the pillow he had been cradling, favoring his other brother's waist.
Morgan shifted slightly on the bed to allow Treavor to settle partway into his lap, the youngest brother's arms looped around his middle as Treavor's head came to rest over his thigh.
"Montgomery knows that he is no longer welcome at the Pendleton estate." Morgan chimed gruffly as he continued to lazily pet Treavor's head as he turned to his twin.
"That damn bastard had the gull to gloat out in the middle of the drive." Custis scowled at that while Treavor whimpered softly, Morgan raised his younger brother's head to look up at him.
"Tell me Treavor, were you really begging like some bitch in heat?" He asked casually, teasingly even, Treavor shook his head feverishly as his cheeks dampened once more.
Morgan hummed something soft and soothing as he nodded, "I thought not." He mused quietly as his hand released Treavor's chin, returning to his brother's hair to sooth the unruly locks.
"Montgomery said that you were dressed a whore Treavor." Morgan murmured, "All wrapped up like a present, waiting for someone."
Custis huffed a low chuckle from behind Treavor, his breath wafting between Treavor's slickened thighs creating a chilling sensation. "Oh, he was waiting alright…" Custis purred as he spread his fingers within the brother beneath him.
Treavor whine a high keen as his hips writhed against the fingers, his arms tightened around Morgan's waist as he pressed his cheek to Morgan's stomach.
"Apparently, Treavor couldn't find it in himself to bother us at work." Custis huffed lightly, "He's been waiting for us all this time."
Morgan cooed from above, "Oh, you poor thing…" As he ran a hand down the curve of Treavor's spine, grinning like a cat as he looked his little brother over.
"Well, you won't have to worry about Montgomery any longer, a few broken teeth, a bloody nose and a nice black eye should keep him away for a good while..."
Morgan paused to watch Treavor carefully unfurl his arms from around his waist to prop himself up on his elbows, reaching out to take hold of his brother's bloodied hands as his head came to press against Morgan's chest.
Bloodied lips pressed gentle bloody kisses to the bloodied knuckles of Morgan's hands, kittenish laps of tongue soothed the cuts as little words were cooed against his brother's skin.
"What was that for?" Morgan purred once Treavor was satisfied with his work, the younger twin cupped Treavor's cheeks, tilting the younger brother's head back to look up.
Treavor merely pressed into the hands as he glanced up to Morgan, sighing a quiet sort of, "Thank you." Against a scarred palm as his eyes tiredly slipped closed.
A wry sort of smile spread over Morgan's lips, one which Treavor completely missed before the younger twin shifted his position on the bed.
"I can think of a few other ways you could thank me." Morgan purred coyly as his hands moved to settle around the back of Treavor's head.
Treavor met Morgan's gaze shyly, another keen rolling from his throat as Custis scissored his fingers again as he mused a deceptively collected, "Well?"
Treavor swallowed another little noise before he dutifully pressed closer to Morgan, unfastening the button of his brother's pants before hastily undoing the zipper. Morgan groaned contently as Treavor tugged down his undergarments just enough to release his cock from the confines of his clothing.
The hand at the back of Treavor's head tightened its grip as Treavor gingerly took the head of the cock between his lips, suckling lightly as he pressed his tongue against the slit to draw some obscene sigh to Morgan's lips.
Custis' tongue returned to Treavor just as Morgan's cock began to slide into his throat, the younger Lords eyes rolled as a little moan bubbled up his throat. Morgan made a very pleased noise before he rolled his hips against Treavor, sending his cock further down Treavor's throat before retracting.
Treavor bobbed his head, throat relaxed, breathing when he could as he swallowed around Morgan, drool and blood gathered at his lips, slickening the prick with every roll of Morgan's hips.
"Do you reckon you could take us tonight Treavor?" Morgan asked softly, his voice straining as Treavor lips reached the very base of his cock. The younger brother looked up from his position between his brother's thighs, eyes dark and wide.
Treavor swallowed around the prick before drawing back just enough to breathe around the cock in his mouth. His eyes never leaving Morgan's.
"We shouldn't press him tonight brother." Custis chided softly as his fingers took the place of his tongue once again, continuing to easily slide into Treavor despite Custis' words, "He's been through something rather unsavory."
"Oh but brother!" Morgan purred as he looked away from the body nestled between his legs, "I really think we should." His voice lowered, "Montgomery spoke fondly of Treavor, it would only be right to reclaim him, would it not?"
Treavor whimpered around his brother as he pressed back against Custis, drawing a chuckle from Morgan.
"Besides, I believe Treavor would very much like to have us."
Custis merely sighed from behind Treavor as he began to retreat from the space between Treavor's legs, withdrawing his fingers, his wonderful, wonderful fingers with a tersely unsure, "The by all means brother, take him."
Morgan chuckled and reached out a hand to stall Custis' departure, "Oh, If only you heard the things Lord Shaw was saying brother." Morgan hissed coolly, "I'm sure you would be far more keen to indulge."
Custis cocked a brow at that as a firm frown tugged at his lips.
"What did he say?" Custis asked slowly.
"Oh, not much." Morgan mused coolly as his hand returned to the back of Treavor's head, fingers tangled into Treavor's hair as he was drawn from the prick.
"Only that Treavor sang like a fucking bird." Morgan replied curtly as he looked down to the younger brother before him, Treavor whimpered as the head of the prick came to rest at his lower lip.
"Didn't." He murmured quietly, breathlessly, his lips brushing against the head of the cock messily. Morgan hummed as he released his hold of Treavor's head, watching as the youngest brother began trailing his lips along the underside of the prick.
Treavor knew better than to act without permission.
"Are you sure Treavor?" Morgan mused skeptically; his tone more playful than anything else.
"Wasn't you." Treavor nearly hissed as he pressed his tongue to the underside of Morgan's cock, gently guiding the head back to his mouth to mumble a softly spoken.
"Didn't want him."
Morgan hummed approvingly as his hand returned to Treavor's head, gently pressing his brother back down onto his straining prick.
"But he still took you." Custis said, his tone low and seething as he resettled between Treavor's legs, his hands pawing at Treavor's thighs drawing a muffled sob from Treavor as the hand in his hair tightened and made him slowly begin to bob his head on the cock.
"Oh he did indeed brother." Morgan mused, "He rutted between Treavor's thighs like some beast in heat who couldn't find the right hole, and then dared to take him dry like some street whore." Custis' breath faltered; Treavor heard the intake followed by the slow release before hands gently returned to his hips.
Treavor whined as he was rolled over once again, though this time, blissfully, the pain was distant having been soothed by Custis' tongue and fingers, a dull throb was all to greet the youngest brother as he settled on his back once more.
Treavor looked down the length of his body to watch as Custis gently maneuvered his legs to rest over his shoulders.
Morgan chuckled from beside Treavor's head, "Do you intend to take Treavor now brother?" Custis shook his head, drawing a subdued whine from the youngest.
"I said I would erase any trace that bastard left on Treavor." Custis explain coolly as he freed his prick from his pants to press it between Treavor's thighs, Treavor immediately welcomed the cock with a content little sigh before closing his legs around Custis.
Custis hummed approvingly before he moved to lean over the younger brother, pressing a languid kiss to the youngest lords lips, a kiss which Treavor felt was far to brief, before murmuring a soft, "Treavor's had a rough night… I don't want to make it worse."
Treavor huffed and brought a hand to the back of Custis' head as he nipped his brother's lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly hard enough to surprise.
Custis sat back, stopping as Treavor's grip on his hair tightened, his eyes widened and blinked, his brows arched.
"Not him…" Treavor hissed as he rolled his hips as best he could against Custis, the hand Treavor had at the back of Custis' neck drew his brother close again.
"Want you." He murmured before drawing his brother in for another kiss.
Morgan chuckled from above as he muttered a heated, "You'd rather Custis?"
Treavor huffed against Custis' lips before turning away from his brother to look up at Morgan, "Rather both of you." He hissed coyly as he reached up to the hem of Morgan's shirt to mutter a panted, "Off." As Custis began to gently grind against his thighs.
Treavor eyes passed between his brothers as he watched from his position, splayed out beneath both of the twins, just as he was meant to be. Custis watch the younger brother intently as he rolled his hips against Treavor's thighs.
The dull throb seated in Treavor's gut was only irritating, mildly uncomfortable at worst. Gone was the burning agony at least, steadily being replaced by a warm, lazy lust creeping down his spine.
Custis kept his pace slow, leisure, not to be cruel but to ensure he wasn't hurting his little brother. The prick was wonderfully warm between Treavor's thighs, pressing over Treavor's own cock with every motion.
Treavor sighed contently beneath Custis, his head rolling about the bed before his eyes settled on Morgan to watch as his other brother unbuttoned his coat and shirt, tossing the garments to the floor before his hands found Treavor's neck.
Thumbs and fingers soothed over the bruises Custis had left behind, pressing into flesh gently to draw little noises of pleasure from Treavor.
The younger twin maneuvered himself until Treavor's head rested over his thigh, his hands still gently kneading the darkened skin on Treavor's neck. The youngest brother turned his head at one point to draw his brother's still stiff prick to his lips.
The position didn't allow for Treavor to take Morgan into his mouth so Treavor had to settle for languidly lapping and suckling at however much of the cock he could. Morgan all but purred above him regardless of his brother's inability to take him properly.
Treavor whimpered against the cock at his lips as Morgan reached over him to unfasten the thin strap holding up the lingerie Treavor still wore, pulling away the thin fabric the moment he could.
Until that point, Custis' cock had been merely passing over the bundle of heated flesh below the silky prison, with the thin barrier removed, a new fire began to seep into Treavor's veins.
His own prick, now no longer confined, drooled pearly beads across his stomach as Custis' cock heatedly slid over his own, collecting traces of Treavor's seed to help ease his way through the space between his thighs.
Custis brought one of his hands to rest against Treavor's hip, his thumb rolling over the bone just below and Treavor gleefully took hold of the wrist, squeezing gently as he arched his back.
He could feel Custis' gaze burning into him, feel the heat of the cock between his thighs, feel his thighs begin to slicken as Custis approached climax.
"Are you going to paint Treavor's chest brother?" Morgan mused heatedly as he watched Treavor's prick drool another dollop of seed against his stomach.
Custis huffed and much to Treavor's disappointment, nodded.
"I-I want it inside…" Treavor murmured feverishly as his hold on his brother's wrist tightened, Custis shook his head, stilling his hips as he leaned over the younger body beneath him to press a quick kiss to Treavor's forehead.
"I am going to spill over your stomach." Custis muttered teasingly against Treavor's temple, "And I am going to burn the image of you, covered in my seed, hot, hard and desperate, into my memory."
Treavor whimpered as Custis rolled his hips once more to emphasize his intentions, he was serious too, and there was little Treavor could do as his mind raced with the tantalizing image Custis murmured into his ear.
His stomach fluttered pleasantly as his own heat spilled from his prick, messily smearing across his stomach, drawing a chuckle from both Custis and Morgan.
The twins looked down to their younger brother, admiring the mess he had made atop himself, Treavor thought he perhaps ought to feel some warmth of shame at his cheeks, but the stuttered curse to slip passed Custis' lips only bloomed pride.
"Doesn't he look wonderful brother?" Morgan purred as his hands came to rest at Treavor's head, drawing the younger brother up to watch Custis, not that Treavor could look as his eyes rolled about in his skull.
Custis huffed something heated in a response, lost to Treavor, before the elder twin pressed close, impossibly, wonderfully close, the cock between Treavor's thighs twitched as molten hot spend splattered against his stomach and rib cage.
Treavor inhaled deeply, purring as he felt the seed roll and settle as his chest rose and fell.
"Beautiful brother…" Custis corrected his twin as he gently removed Treavor's legs from his shoulders, setting them around his waist once more.
"Aught to invite Sokolov over." Morgan mused coyly, "Have him paint Treavor just. Like. This…" Custis chuckled at that as his hands ran along Treavor's sides, "Hang it right above the entrance door where everyone will see it."
"Oh, quite right brother." Morgan purred as he laid Treavor head back against the blankets, disappearing from Treavor's side as he mused a smooth, "So long of course that they know how to keep their filthy hands to themselves."
Custis nodded before he too shifted from his seat between Treavor's legs.
Pants were shed and discarded in the brief moment Treavor found himself alone on the bed, a shudder ran through his spine as he waited for his brothers to return. He wanted their warmth around him, beside, him above him.
Treavor groaned a pleased little noise as a body reappeared at the base of the bed, warm hands took hold of his calves to spread his legs as Morgan settled between his thighs, "Careful brother…" Custis chided softly as he took Morgan's position by Treavor's head.
Morgan nodded before he pressed a firm kiss to the inside of Treavor's knee as he shifted closer, looping the younger brother's legs around his waist before positioning himself at Treavor's entrance.
Treavor opened a bleary eye as a familiar cockhead gently pressed against the ring of muscles, "It's just us Treavor." Custis murmured softly as he pressed his palm against the younger Brother's shoulder, running his thumb along Treavor's collar bone, while his other hand came to cup the younger brother's cheek.
"Morgan will be gentile." Custis assured softly, "We will not hurt you Treavor, I promise." Treavor nodded slowly as he rolled his hips against the prick behind him.
A little sort of gasp passed his lips as Morgan began to press inside.
He was slick and loose, inviting and warm, Custis saw to that, still, Morgan was cautious as he entered, watching Treavor's expressions like a hawk, stilling each time a silent wince would tug at Treavor's lips.
There was… Discomfort, Morgan was thicker than Custis' fingers, but nowhere nearly as large as Montgomery. The twinges of pain felt by Treavor as Morgan continued pressing inside were just that, dull aches and throbs.
"You're doing so well…" Custis murmured softly above his brother's head, "Taking Morgan so well." Treavor whimpered a pleased little noise, "You like being good, don't you Treavor?" Custis asked quietly, "Like being good for us?"
Treavor sighed a strained, "Yessss…" As Morgan's hips finally settled against his own.
Morgan hummed appreciatively as his hands came to settle at Treavor's waist, holding the younger brother still as he rolled his hips experimentally, Treavor threw his head back against the comforter and groaned shamelessly.
The press of familiar cock was beyond perfect.
Montgomery was too big, too thick, too rough.
Morgan was perfect.
Morgan was right.
"How does Morgan feel?" Custis asked softly from Treavor's side, the younger brother hummed in mock thought as he slowly shifted to wrap his legs around his brother's waist tighter.
"Warm…" Treavor slurred headily as he tightened himself around Morgan teasingly, adding a panted, "Good!" As Morgan rolled his hips in response, drawing a chuckle from the brother beside him.
"Does he feel right?" Custis probed slowly as he watched his younger brother.
Treavor nodded feverishly as he offered his brother another pleased keen as Morgan continued to gently rocked against him. "Can I move?" Morgan asked softly as he looked down to the younger brother beneath him.
Treavor nodded again, murmuring a hurried, "Please…" As he rolled his hips back against Morgan. The little disappointed groan which escaped Treavor was quickly followed by a shameless moan as Morgan began to gently rut into him.
The pace was gentle and pleasing, indescribably pleasing. Every press of cock disbursed the dull throb, replacing it with bone thrumming pleasure, Treavor whined and mewled beneath his brothers, arching his back and writhing against Morgan as best he could.
A strangled little gasp escaped Treavor as Morgan pressed against his prostate, liquid fire burned within Treavor, drawing pleased babbled to his lips as he hands desperately grasped for something to hold.
Custis graciously offered himself as he resumed Morgan's previous position behind Treavor's head, cradling his younger brother's head in his lap as he took his brothers hands in his own, lacing their fingers together before drawing Treavor's hand to his mouth, pressing feather light kisses to Treavor's knuckles.
Treavor alternated between watching Morgan and Custis from his position below and between the twins, whining and writhing in Custis' lap as Morgan continued to sink into him over and over, still at that wonderfully languid pace despite the younger twins clear desire to properly fuck the brother beneath him.
Fire pooled in his gut; heat settled against his cheeks.
Treavor would reward Morgan for his patience some day, hopefully soon, but for now he was content to bask between his brothers, exactly where he was meant to be.
Morgan hissed some heated words beneath his breath as his hips began to stutter. "Should I add to that mess on your stomach Treavor?" Morgan panted headily, his words undertoned by the slick, rhythmic sound of skin slapping every time Morgan buried himself into the body beneath him.
Treavor whimpered and shook his head, tightening the hold he had on Morgan with his legs, drawing his brother closer, desperately trying to prevent him from slipping away.
"Would you like Morgan to fill you Treavor?" Custis asked against the back of Treavor's palm, murmuring into the bruised flesh of his little brother's wrist a heated proposition.
"Bury himself as far as he can and seed you nice and deep?"
Treavor sobbed a strained, "Yes…!" As he rocked against the brother between his thighs.
"Then ask him nicely Treavor." Custis purred, "Ask Morgan to make himself at home inside you, you already take him so well, tell him how nicely you'd take his seed."
Treavor cried out at that, a husky, desperate plea followed by his brother's name, full of sacrilegious promises.
"Please Morgan!" The younger man nearly screamed; his voice shaking with each press of the body above him.
"Want you." Treavor huffed headily as he looked down to Morgan, rolling his hips along with his brothers' pace as he squeezed around the cock inside him, drawing a shuddered moan from his brother.
"What do you want Treavor?" Morgan huffed slyly as he altered the rhythm of his hips, where once his prick remained firmly within his brother, Morgan took the time to slow, drawing his cock out until just the head remained at Treavor's entrance before slowly, slowly, slowly he returned to press inside again.
Treavor arched his back, his voice faltering in his throat, words became cries and sobs as he wrenched his hands free from Custis' grasp to tangle into the bed sheets, the only thing Treavor managed to cry out was another strained, "Want you!"
"You already have me." Morgan murmured coyly as he leaned close, running his hands over Treavor's sides as his lips brushed against Treavor's, the younger twin eagerly swallowed the subdued whimper to slip past Treavor's teeth.
"You have my hands, my mouth, my cock." Morgan then muttered against Treavor's lips.
"Need all of you." Treavor groaned into Morgan's mouth as he rolled his shoulders and arched his back, shamelessly pressing himself as close as he could to his brother, smearing the seed Custis had wasted across his stomach against Morgan's chest.
"Need you in me." Treavor hissed.
Morgan chuckled as his lips moved to press against Treavor's ear, if he were going to say anything, Treavor would never know because before Morgan could breathe a word, the youngest brother turned and nipped at Morgan's exposed lip.
"Need you to keep me here, keep me safe." Treavor murmured softly as he pressed his tongue to the split in his brother's lip.
"Keep me yours."
Custis watched Treavor's head fell back into his lap, his eyes rolled, his back arched, a serine, blissful smile settled over his lips. Morgan's hips were still, pressed flush against Treavor's backside while his teeth had clamped down around the junction of Treavor's shoulder and neck.
Treavor sighed after a few minutes of basking in his bliss, his eyes opened slowly, blinking as he looked up to Custis.
"Were you enjoying yourself Treavor?" The elder twin asked warmly, Treavor merely slowly slumped further into Custis' lap, languidly drawing his arms to circle his brother's waist.
"You too…" Treavor murmured softly as he looked up to his older brother.
"Need you too…"
Morgan chuckled as he raised his head, "You hear that brother?" He purred playfully as he sat back, removing himself from atop Treavor as he reached between Treavor's legs to run his fingers along Treavor's flaccid prick, drawing a tempting whimper from the younger brother as some last few beads of seed rolled from the head and down Morgan's hand.
"Treavor needs you." Morgan repeated coyly as he cocked a brow at Custis, "Are you sure you don't want Treavor tonight brother?" Morgan huffed as continued to stroke the cock in his palm.
Custis huffed as he looked down to Treavor, the younger brother arched and writhed in his lap, eyes dark and hazy and pleading.
"Perhaps is he asks nicely." Custis mused headily as he shifted Treavor's head to better rest against his thigh, just as Morgan had done earlier. Treavor, without prompting, took what he could of Custis into his mouth, whining as he was immediately denied the cock.
"Ah, ah, ah." Morgan tutted.
"Custis said ask Treavor." Treavor whimpered as he turned to look up to Custis once more, his brother merely arched a brow expectantly as he waited for the youngest brother to beg.
He was not disappointed.
Treavor brought his hands from Custis' waist to around his brother's neck, gently pulling Custis until his older brother hovered overhead, Custis smirked down at Treavor as his hands cupped the side of Treavor's face, drawing pleased sighs and cries from Treavor as he spoke.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease." Treavor murmured feverishly as he pressed his cheek against the palm holding his head, his voice a strained whimper.
"Oh, don't be a prude." Morgan hissed teasingly as he pressed his thumb against the head of Treavor's erection, drawing another keened cry from the younger Lord.
"Tell Custis what you want Treavor."
Treavor whimpered as Morgan drew a trickle of pearly seed from his prick, before he whined a drawled, "Want you…" Against the thumb Custis was brushing over his lower lip.
"W-Want you here, always." Treavor's back arched as another choked gasp escaped his lips, Morgan chuckled from his position as he watched Treavor's spend drool and roll from his cockhead.
"You sound like a whore Treavor."
Treavor pressed back against his brother, rolling his hips into Morgan's palm as best he could before he murmured a sinfully low.
"Your whore."
Custis choked on a breath while Morgan growled out a low chuckle before he leaned close again to sink his teeth into the side of Treavor's neck, drawing a pleased sob from the body below.
"You hear that brother?" Morgan hissed heatedly as he dragged a tongue over the fresh bite mark he had made.
"Our. Personal. Whore." Each word was accompanied by a sharp pump of Treavor's cock, and a high cry from the younger brother.
Fire danced in his veins.
Everything felt so blissfully right.
"We're practically obligated to claim him brother, wouldn't want to disappoint Treavor, would you?"
Treavor whimpered at that and nodded as his mouth returned to Custis' prick, while Morgan leaned close to whisper sinful promises against the side of his neck.
"Would you like that Treavor?" Morgan hissed, "Have us fuck and fill you? Claim you?"
Treavor keened and pressed back against Morgan's mouth.
"We'd keep you content and full, always." Morgan bit out as he nipped Treavor's ear, "Satisfied and safe, never let anyone touch you again. Never." The last word was nearly snarled as Morgan's hands settled against Treavor's hips in a bruising grip.
"You'd be good for us, wouldn't you Treavor?" Custis mused hotly from above as he rolled his hips against Treavor's mouth.
"A nice warm body for us to fuck, yes? You'd like that?"
Treavor nodded feverishly before taking Custis into his mouth as best he could in his position, whimpering at the mental images his brother's words had painted in his mind.
A hand cradled through his hair gently before Custis gently removed the hands clinging to his neck, drawing a small whine from Treavor which was quickly silenced as Custis murmured a soft, "You'll have me."
Treavor hummed approvingly against Custis before his hands came to rest at the elder twin's knees, he weakly shoved them apart, allowing his head to settle directly between his brother's thighs.
Custis' prick settled just at his chin, perfect. Treavor tilted his head back as far as he could, offering his mouth and throat to his brother. Custis groaned above him as he guided his cock to Treavor's awaiting tongue.
The younger brother purred at the back of his throat as he wrapped his lips around the prick, taking his brother deep into his throat, swallowing around the member as he pleased.
"Don't you look nice like this…" Morgan drawled quietly as he trailed his lips over Treavor's throat, adding his own little blooming bruises to Custis' collection before carrying downward to decorate Treavor's chest.
"Splayed out between us like this, like you were made for this." Morgan continued, Custis hummed appreciatively as Treavor moaned around him. Absentmindedly, Custis' hand found Treavor's throat, his fingers probed gently along the column of flesh, feeling the stiff prick just below the surface.
"This is where you belong Treavor." Morgan purred, "Right here, with us."
Treavor whimpered at that, an indescribably pleased keen.
"Think Custis can have a turn now?" Morgan mused lightly as he gently withdrew himself from Treavor, grinning to his twin as Custis' cock muffled sound of disappointment Morgan's absence spurred within their little brother, causing Custis to shudder as he too retreated from his brother's throat.
Treavor remained as he was once his brothers retreated, sprawled out on his back, hips raised ever so slightly on a pillow, arms flopped eloquently across the comforter. Deep ruby marks were already beginning to appear across his chest, courtesy of Morgan.
Custis gently took his place behind Treavor once more, settling between his legs and unlike last time, there was no wince of pain, no tears, Treavor merely shifted to wrap his legs around his brother, grinning up to Custis lazily from his sprawled position.
Custis trailed his hands along Treavor's sides as he leaned over his brother, Treavor likewise began to run his hands over whichever parts of Custis he could reach. As Custis' hands ended up cupping Treavor's cheeks, Treavor's fingers ran through his brother's hair.
"Ours?" Custis breathed quietly as he gently pressed his cock against Treavor's entrance, pleased to feel the ring of muscle relax against him, inviting, practically begging for him to make himself at home.
"Yours." Treavor replied quietly as he drew Custis' head down to press a shy kiss to his brother's mouth, the elder twin sighed through his nose as he began to slowly press inside, a pleased whimper escaped from the brother below as Treavor threw his head back against the bed.
Custis chased after his brother, continuing to bathe Treavor in gentle touches of lip until his hips came to rest against Treavor's own, soon after, teeth found Treavor's collarbone as Custis began to murmurer filthy little promises into his skin.
"Going to erase any trace of him on you." Custis sighed against Treavor's neck as he languidly rolled his hips.
"Going to fuck you, nice and proper." Treavor's hands tightened in his hair, attempting to draw Custis closer again, the brother merely huffed before dipping low to nip a teat, drawing a startled whimper from the younger brother.
"Arms above your head." Custis hissed softly as his brother continued to tug at his hair, he laved a tongue over the teeth indents surrounding one of Treavor's nipples while the younger brother shuddered beneath him. Hands were dutifully removed from Custis' hair to rest above Treavor's shoulders, clinging to the headboard above.
Custis sat back to admire the body beneath him.
Eyes blown wide and darkened with desire, hair unruly, splayed across the bed sheets like honey, pale skin blossomed all hues of rosy crimson, whether by warmth, lust or blood it was a beautiful slight.
Treavor was the picture of sinful submission.
"Ours?" Custis mused heatedly as he hands grasped Treavor hips.
"Yours, yours." Treavor nearly sang as he rolled his hips against Custis.
"All yours."
Custis grinned as he withdrew himself from Treavor, not all the way, just enough to draw a pitiful moan from his brother's lips before he snapped his hips forward to bury himself within the heated confines of his brother again.
Custis paused for a moment to observe his brother, making sure some rougher treatment wouldn't hurt Treavor more than he already was.
Treavor merely writhed beneath his brother, arching his back, pressing against Custis, winding his legs tighter around the body between them. Not a trace of pain or discomfort, only want.
Sobs and cries crawled from Treavor's throat as Custis began to rock against him in earnest, some resembled begging pleas, other's mere names and praises.
All the while Treavor's hands remained above his head.
"You're doing so well." Custis cooed as he leered close, brushing his lips against Treavor's ear as he spoke, "Taking me so nicely, so deeply. So good of you Treavor."
The younger brother pressed a desperate, "Please." Against Custis' lips as he turned to meet his brother.
Morgan chuckled as he began rearranging the pillow by the headboard, stacking them casually before he turned to the younger brother beside him. Morgan's palm came to rest at his brother's chest, gently tracing the trail of bruises and bite marks Custis had scattered across his torso.
"Sit up?" Morgan mused quietly as his other arm curled around the back of Treavor's shoulders, Custis cocked a brow as he slowed his pace to watch his twin, "What are you thinking?" He asked heatedly.
Morgan merely grinned as he slid behind Treavor, allowing the youngest brother's back to rest against his chest in an obstinate sprawl of sorts as he himself leaned comfortably back against the pillows he had arranged.
Treavor's head came to rest just at Morgan's shoulder as his arms, still complying with Custis' earlier request, came to rest around the back of Morgan's neck in a strange hug of sorts.
"I'm admiring the show brother." Morgan chimed sweetly as his arms came to loop across Treavor's stomach, his hands settling over the invisible outline of Custis' cock, drawing a shuddered gasp from both Treavor and his twin.
"By all means, don't let me distract you." Morgan chimed lightly as his fingers began to gently massage Treavor's stomach, pressing teasingly into the prick buried below. Treavor choked on a sob as Custis began to roll his hips once more.
Treavor arched his back, turning his head to press his forehead against Morgan's neck as his brother's hands continued to roam across his chest and stomach. Morgan chuckled as he tilted his head in such a way to press a kiss to Treavor's temple.
"You do look nice like this." Morgan mused as he trailed his fingers through the mess still clinging to Treavor's stomach, "We ought to keep you tied to your bed." Seed smeared fingers were pressed to Treavor's lips.
"Keep you out of trouble… Keep you safe, keep you warm, just as we promised." Treavor huffed and nipped at Morgan's index finger before he muttered a keened. "Keep me tied to your bed." As he took the fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over the digits to clear them of spend.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Custis huffed warmly, "Never having to worry about a thing because you know damn well, we would take care of you." Treavor looked to Custis, Morgan's fingers casually pressing against his tongue prevented him from speaking so he resorted to roll his hips against his Custis, whining a high moan in confirmation.
"Our little whore." Morgan chimed halfheartedly against Treavor's cheek as his hand once again clasped Treavor's prick, jerking the heat between Treavor's legs feverishly while his fingers began to slide against the top of Treavor's tongue.
"Soft and warm and compliant." Morgan panted.
Treavor writhed between his brothers.
Pressing into Morgan's palm, rolling against Custis' hips. He cried out as his spend drooled over Morgan's hand, down his brother's fingers, and yet Morgan did not stop.
Treavor could only whimper into Morgan's neck as his brother carried on toying with his prick, the younger twin merely chuckled. "Come now Treavor." His brother murmured heatedly against the side of Treavor's head, "Show Custis just how much you appreciate his cock."
Treavor sobbed as he rolled his hips.
Everything was too much.
Everything felt just right.
Everything was perfect.
Treavor couldn't tell if he was in pain or bliss, everything merged and pooled together into a fiery euphoria which danced and burned in his bones.
"How do I feel inside you?" Custis murmured against Treavor's ear, Treavor wasn't sure when his brother had gotten so close, but he didn't really care either as Morgan removed the fingers from his mouth, drawing the digests over his lower lip, down his still bloody chin and then to his throat.
"Good…" Treavor moaned as Morgan's hand came to rest against his neck, Treavor swallowed against the palm as he tightened himself around his Custis' prick, "Really, really good!"
Custis chuckled as he wrapped an arm behind Treavor as he shifted onto his knees, drawing Treavor's knees to rest over his shoulders as he glanced to Morgan.
The grin which spread across Morgan's feature was teasing and intense as the younger twin moved his one hand from Treavor's throat to loop across the younger brother's torso.
Treavor found himself nearly suspended between his brothers, though he had little voice or reason to complain as Custis began to rut into him feverishly. Panting over him, his fingers digging into Treavor's waist as Morgan's hand resumed its place as he jerked Treavor's prick in time with Custis' hips.
Treavor half expected his brothers to begin teasing him with some heated words, filthy promises or the like. But all his brothers did was watch, their gazes intense but warm.
Leaving Treavor to find his voice.
His hands were still above his head, looped behind Morgan's neck by sheer obligation, no matter how tempting it was to reach out and hold his brother, Treavor abstained.
"Please…" He murmured feverishly, "Please Custis, I-" A low groan slipped from his lips as Custis grinded into him so perfectly little white stars danced across his vision.
"Give me a reason Treavor." Custis panted out.
Treavor whimpered at that as he rolled his hips, "Please?" He tried again, Custis merely shook his head.
"A reason Treavor." Morgan purred, "Though you are very pretty when you beg, Custis asked you to give him a reason to seed you." Treavor writhed beneath his brother.
"I-I've been good for you!" He whined high and shameless, "Taken you so well, so deep, j-just like you said!"
Custis huffed as he pressed closer, "I know you have." He murmured hotly as he rolled his hips, leaning over the younger brother, "You are right now… But I want a real reason Treavor."
Treavor shuddered beneath his brother before he raised his head to knock his forehead against Custis'
"Because y-you promised to erase that fucking bastard from my skin." He hissed heatedly, desperately trying to hold back the little pleased noises Custis was forcing from his lungs.
"And…" Treavor hummed as an afterthought as he nipped at his brother's lips.
"You. Love. Me."
Custis grinned like a wolf as he pressed his forehead to Treavor's gently forcing his brother's head back against his twin's shoulder.
"Do you love us?" He asked.
Treavor hummed thoughtfully before he mused a soft, delicate "Yes…" Against Custis' lips.
"There's a good boy." Morgan hummed as he pressed his cheeks to the side of Treavor's head while Custis huffed some strained chuckle before he buried his face into Treavor's shoulder.
A choked gasp caught in Treavor's throat as Custis' hips settled, and warmth seeped into his gut. Treavor's own heat splashed between their bodies, warm and slick.
Custis slumped over Treavor with a content groan as he lowered Treavor's hips back to the bed, allowing the younger brother to catch his breath beneath the body above him.
likewise , Morgan shifted behind Treavor, allowing the younger brother to rest in his lap as his hand came to paw at his still stiff pick. Treavor made some lazy more to offer the younger twin his mouth but Morgan ignored him in favor of finishing across Treavor's chest.
Treavor took the quiet moment to breathe, watching through hazy eyes as the two bodies above him looked him over, the air was heavy in the most pleasant way possible and grew even more so as Morgan groaned from above, his prick twitching in his palm as his spend fell onto Treavor's chest in ropes.
The younger brother sighed before taking the opportunity to draw his hands down from around Morgan's neck to reach out to the elder twin. Custis gently pressed a kiss to either of Treavor's palms as the younger brother drew him close.
The kiss was chaste in comparison to others they had shared, some mere brushes of lip both eagerly sought to deepen with tongue though neither did.
Custis hummed into Treavor's mouth, pressing one last small brush of lip to the corner of Treavor's lips before he propped himself onto his elbow to look his brother over. Custis' eyes were soft and thoughtful.
"How do you feel?"
The question nearly caught Treavor off guard, nearly, just nearly.
"Better…" He replied quietly as he turned his head to press his cheek against the blanket beneath him, Morgan leaned close then to press a quick kiss to Treavor's temple before he asked a quiet, "Do you want a bath?"
Treavor paused to contemplate the suggestion… He was dirty yes, and he'd regret not taking one in the morning, but eventually he shook his head as his eyes slipped closed.
"Want to sleep…" He mumbled as he peered up to his brothers, "Is the towel still here?" He asked groggily, his voice teetering on the edge of tired babble as his mind slowly dimmed.
The bed dipped as Morgan retreated to the bathroom while Custis leaned close to the body beneath him, pressing a final, languid kiss to Treavor's forehead as he gently pulled out of his brother's warmth, Treavor hardly flinched, merely whimpering at the loss.
Treavor was nearly asleep by the time Morgan returned to wipe away the mess clinging to his stomach and chest, not that he really registered the feeling of the warm washcloth anyways.
"Stay here?" He asked quietly, his voice small and sleepy as he cracked a single eye open to look to the blurry outline of his brothers.
"Of course, Treavor."
Treavor's bed was small, much smaller than Custis and Morgan's bed, but the blankets were plush and pillows plentiful, Treavor tended to hold things in slumber, and if not his brothers, pillows were adequate replacements.
With gentle movements, the three brothers managed to slip beneath the blankets of the arguably too-small bed, they tucked close to one another with Treavor sandwiched firmly between them, his back to Morgan, his front tightly pressed against Custis.
They were by no means clean, sweat and residual seed missed by Morgan smeared between them, but neither of the three could bring themselves to care. Treavor was tired, Custis just wanted to see his baby brother safe and Morgan wanted to ease the younger brother the only way he knew how.
"I am sorry though…" Treavor found himself whispering into the hollow of Custis' throat once the three had settled down and the lights extinguished, "Truly… I am."
Custis sighed softly before tilting his head to blindly pressing a kiss to Treavor's forehead. "It's alright Treavor…" The elder twin murmured quietly as the arm not resting beneath Treavor's head came to run along his hip and thigh.
Treavor scoffed, pressing closer to the body before him as he not quite snarled a cold though exhausted, "Hardly…" As the itch of unshed tears returned to his eyes.
"It will be." Custis assured his brother softly, Treavor shifted at that, looking up to his brother in the darkness of the room, his eyes misty and his lips quivering.
"How?" He breathed.
"Because we're here, with you." Morgan mused calmly against the back of his neck as he wound his arms around Treavor's waist. "We're going to take care of you Treavor…" The younger twin mumbled softly as his lips brushed the large bite Custis had replanted earlier. "This will not happen again; you have our word."
Treavor hummed something soft as Custis pressed another ginger kiss to his brow.
"Go to sleep Treavor…" His brother murmured as he lay his head against the pillows, allowing Treavor to tuck close beneath Custis' chin.
Treavor lay between his brothers for some time, listening as their breathing evened out in slumber, feeling their bodies shift as their chests rose and fell.
"I do love you two…" Treavor finally whispered, his voice soft, hardly there.
But more than enough.
More than enough…
Treavor fell asleep between his brothers, warm, safe, content, satisfied.