Treavor woke to blissfully pleasant warmth, the faint, lingering smell of sandalwood vanilla cologne, the heady smell of sex and the overwhelming musk of his brothers.
It was early, too early, he knew well enough just from the deep exhaustion clinging to his bones that he shouldn't have woken up, especially given how late he ended up falling asleep.
The sun hadn't even begun to think about rising, both the sky and his room was still dark, he could tell as much without opening his eyes and the air still carried its evening chill, not that he would know, there beneath thick sheets and held securely between his brothers, Treavor was warm...
And Treavor's mouth was dry.
He ran his tongue over the front of his teeth, looking for moisture, finding none. The sigh, somewhat irritated and heavy to pass his lips was followed by a pleased little groan which he caught in his throat as he felt the arms and legs wrapped securely around his body and intertwined with his own shift with the movement of his breath…
His head was still tucked securely beneath Custis' chin, and Morgan was still pressed wonderfully close to his back. Warmth bloomed in his chest, his brothers were with him, coiled around him familiarly like sentinels even in slumber.
Treavor found himself more than tempted to rejoin his brothers in slumber… Settle between them once more, safe and warm and content, wait till he woke again, hopefully at a more suitable hour before disturbing his sleeping guardians…
But his mouth was so very dry…
Treavor shifted slightly, slowly straightening his legs to dislodge his brother's hold of him. Heat rose to his cheeks as he felt the slickness between his thighs, the flaking seed on his belly and the pleasant tenderness roll about his insides.
Well and truly fucked as he was.
If however, his brothers were awake or even lucid enough to feel his movement's they would coil around him tightly, cluck and coo to him tiredly, dissuade his attempted movements anyway they knew how.
Treavor recalled other such times when he attempted to slip away from his brothers in the dead of night only for them to rouse and quickly return him to their bed, questioning his intent as they pressed him down against the sheets and pillows.
Thus far, every answer Treavor thought to give would end in the same results.
His brothers would take hold of him gently and bring him to compliance beneath them, clutch him close and sink into him at their leisure, filling him with their cocks and seed until he was a writhing mess, complacent once more between them.
Treavor prepared for the feeling of hands and arms taking hold of him, the sound of a tired groan or yawn as his brothers roused groggily to pull him back down between them.
And guiltily, Treavor poised himself for the soft presses of lip, the gentle whispers and murmurs to be pressed into his neck and shoulders as he would be rolled onto his back, or maybe his stomach?
He was still loose from the nights earlier activities, but he anticipated his brother's insistence that he take their fingers first...
That night however, their arms remained lax, their breaths even.
Treavor found himself nearly disappointed.
It took time, but Treavor eventually managed to untangle his brothers' arms around him, he was careful and slow, ensuring his actions did not rouse his brothers as he slowly retreated from the bed.
Morgan groaned something soft at the back of his throat as Treavor slipped free, the space he had left between the twins was sure to be noticed if they awoke before he returned.
Treavor's head throbbed as he stood, his heart beat in his head and the room had a weightlessly liquid quality to it. How much had he drunk last night?
His walk was off, a combination of his hangover and the tenderness of his entrance, soothed by a languid trickle of seed which joined the already abundant smear between his thighs, making his knees feel like they would give out at a moments notice as he not quite limped to the bathroom.
He left the light off and closed the door just until the view into the bathroom was obscured, he didn't want to risk waking his brothers with unnecessary light, and he doubted his brothers would appreciate a locked door... Hell, Treavor wasn't sure a locked door would survive his brothers.
Absentmindedly, he grabbed the bathrobe off the back of the door, wrapping himself in the plush material to ward off the cool night air before he stepped to the counter.
The moonlight wafting through the window was enough to guide his hand to one of the cups and then to the sink faucet. He sipped the water gingerly, moistening his tongue and throat as he looked himself over in the dark…
He found himself a mess.
Admittedly though…
A beautiful one.
His neck was covered with bites and bruises, claiming marks that screamed both ownership and belonging. He'd cover them with foundation when he needed too, but for the time being, he was content to admire his brother's work.
The patchwork of purple scattered across the bit of chest, exposed by the bathrobe, were accompanied by deep blues and rosy hues, telling tales of passion, and with a roll of his shoulders, Treavor could assume his back was quite similar.
Pride swelled in his chest, sick, sick pride.
His brothers did not touch others as they touched him, did not kiss or bite or claim others as they kissed or bit or claimed him.
He knew that his standing in noble society was purely of stipulation. He was the youngest son in the household, third in line for heirship, the spare heir of the family. He was sickly and therefore not required nor desired to sire children of his own.
He knew others viewed him as a wrenched thing, a cloying creature not worth their time or effort.
But his brothers saw something else, they must have, why else would they be willing to pay him such mind? Devote their precious time to him? Treavor knew he was hardly worth the skin on his back, but his brothers made him believe so easily that he was more…
Treavor gently traced a thumb over a dark ring of blue teeth marks seated on his collarbone.
More indeed.
The bathroom door opened, and Treavor nearly dropped the cup he had been holding.
Custis stood at the door, looking his younger brother over before sighing heavily, a breath of relief. "Found him." He called back into the bedroom before stepping past the threshold of the bathroom.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Custis whispered quietly as he settled to stand over Treavor, his voice was laced with heat and concern as he looked down at his younger brother. "What are you doing out of bed?"
Treavor ignored the heat rising to his cheeks as he turned his gaze elsewhere, Custis hadn't bothered to grab a blanket to shield himself, unlike Treavor who had at least the decency to pull on his bathrobe.
"I-I was thirsty…" Treavor mumbled quietly as he slowly set the cup back onto the counter, pausing as Custis moved to stand behind him, lips pressed gingerly against the mass of purple and blue which colored Treavor's neck as hands gently settled around his waist.
"Did I wake you?" Treavor asked quietly as he leaned his head back to rest against his brother's shoulder, Custis merely sighed before the hands settled against Treavor's waist coiled around his stomach, drawing the younger brother closer to the body behind him.
"You were gone…" Was Custis' only reply, mumbled, as he continued to press little kisses against the side of Treavor's neck. Treavor hummed something soft as his hands came to rest at Custis' arms.
"I didn't want to wake you…"
Custis sighed heavily against Treavor's neck, "You should have." He snapped tiredly as he moved to rest his chin over his brother's shoulder, nibbling at Treavor's jaw with his lips as he mumbled a pouted, "We're supposed to take care of you Treavor."
Treavor pressed his cheek to the top of his brother's head to murmur a soft, "I'm sorry." Into his hair. Custis merely huffed as the hands looped around Treavor's waist unfastened the loose knot holding closed the bathrobe.
Treavor sighed and leaned into the gentle hands roaming over his chest as Custis pressed a slow kiss to Treavor's cheek.
Treavor turned naturally to greet his brother's lips, whining something in discomfort as Custis gently pressed him against the bathroom counter. The position was similar to how Montgomery held him early, but different.
Right.
The press of their lips was slow, sensual, Custis swallowed every little noise that crawled from Treavor's throat as his hands slid over his brother's torso, settling at Treavor's hips to fondle with his brother's stiffening prick.
"Should have woken one of us up." Custis repeated softly against Treavor's lips, "Shouldn't have left us like that." Treavor pressed back against his brother's hip, groaning as he gently rolled his ass against Custis' member.
A hand shyly cupped Custis' cheek as Treavor murmured a soft, "'M here now…" Against his brother's lips.
"You have me now."
Custis chuckled lightly as he pressed a few quick pecks to Treavor's mouth, "Careful Treavor…" His brother purred, "That sounds an awful lot like an invitation."
Treavor hummed as he rolled his shoulders, allowing the bathrobe to dip and slide down his arms.
"If you want…"
Custis' eyes widened ever so slightly as he looked to the mess that was his brother's back.
"We really did a number on you, didn't we?" He mused coyly as he dipped his head to press feather light brushes of lip to Treavor's shoulders, drawing a light giggle from his brother.
"Not enough." Treavor murmured teasingly as he ran a hand though Custis's hair, only to hiss a pleased little groan as Custis nipped at another bite mark perched atop his shoulder blade.
"Not enough?" Custis mused mockingly as one of his hands abandoned Treavor's waist to trace between the bruises littered across Treavor's back.
"I can still walk." Treavor reminded his brother quietly.
Custis laughed at that before he gently tugged off the rest of the housecoat his brother was wearing, allowing the material to pool around Treavor's ankles before he moved close, pressing flush against the body before him.
"Would you let me, have you?" Custis asked slowly as his hands settled at Treavor's waist and his chin came to rest over Treavor's shoulder.
Together they make a dark shadow in the mirror.
Treavor hummed approvingly as he brought a hand to his chest, tracing over the bite mark once more, watching in what little light the moon offered them as his brother's eyes followed his hand in the mirror.
"Thought I was yours…"
Custis nearly purred at that as his lips brushed over the back of Treavor's ear.
"Oh, you are ours Treavor, never doubt that." He murmured heatedly before he gently tried to lift Treavor's leg onto the counter.
Treavor flinched, his breath catching in his throat.
The shadow behind Treavor became a large looming figure, far too tall to be Custis, too broad. A stifled whimper clawed past Treavor's lips as phantom hands and teeth returned to claw at his skin, the back of his throat burned as the memory of spiced rum and smoke wafted beneath his nose.
His shoulders began to quake as Custis quickly lowered his leg, pressing himself firmly to Treavor's back to breathe a soothed, "Shhh…" Against Treavor's ear, the elder twin's held Treavor steady as his head came to rest over the younger brother's shoulder.
"It's just us Treavor, just us…" He murmured against Treavor's neck, his lips brushing against the bruises with every word. "Is this how he took you?" Custis asked coolly as his arms coiled around Treavor's waist again.
Treavor swallowed thickly and nodded.
Custis' hand ran down Treavor's thigh, soothing circled into taunt flesh. They stood together for a time with Treavor leaned against the bathroom counter and Custis pressed close behind him, peppering kisses across his brother's back.
"Would you let me have you like this Treavor?" Custis finally, his voice soft and quiet, begging for permission, "I'll be gentle, I promise… You trust me, don't you?"
Treavor shuddered.
Montgomery wasn't there, only Custis, only Custis.
Custis who waited, who asked for permission.
Custis who was not, in any way shape or form, Montgomery.
Still… Treavor shook his head.
"Alright." Custis hummed calmly as his hands settled on Treavor's waist, slowly, the elder brother turned Treavor to face him, gently, Custis ushered Treavor back until he was once again pressed against the countertop.
It wasn't… The sensation of being held against a counter this way, his back to the mirror, a warm, familiar body before him, touching him gently with firm hands and soft lips.
Custis pressed his knee between Treavor's as he moved closer, his hands trailing from Treavor's hips, up along his sides, the elder brother swallowed the stifled giggle which escaped Treavor, before one hand curled around the back of the younger brother's head, the other settling firmly at his back.
It wasn't like Montgomery, not in the slightest.
Treavor whined something soft as Custis took his lower lip gently between his own to harmlessly nibble at the flesh as his thigh grinded against Treavor's erection.
Chilled fingers and cool palms came to rest against Custis' stomach, drawing a hiss to the elders lips as he took hold of Treavor's hands, drawing them off his skin and to his mouth.
Treavor watched, stunned into silence as his brother brought his fingers to his mouth, breathing across them warmly as he pressed ginger kisses to his knuckles.
"Your hands are cold." Was all Custis said, mumbling his words against Treavor's palms before leaning close for another slow, kiss. Hand, sufficiently warm now, came to curls around Custis' neck.
A startled little noise passed Treavor's lip as he was lifted onto the countertop, his knees spread as Custis moved to stand between his thighs. The countertop was cold but Custis was warm.
"It this alright?"
Treavor hummed, his thumbs tracing the underside of his brother's jaw as leaned close to brush their lips together again, breathing the softest of conformations as he retreated.
A thumb traced the underside of Treavor's lower lip, a silent request followed two fingers pressing past his teeth as the arm Custis had looped around his back shifted him into a slouched sit until he rested against his elbows atop the counter.
Custis held him gently atop the counter, securely, keeping himself a solid warmth between Treavor's thighs, but not in the way Montgomery had, not demanding or cruelly.
Montgomery was too tall and odd angles, demanding and rough, taking what was not his with or without permission. Whereas Custis was a familiar comfort, Custis who fit against him like a puzzle piece… Who cared for Treavor in the most roundabout way possible…
Treavor wrapped his legs around Custis' hips, drawing his brother closer as he continued to slicken the fingers in his mouth, trailing his tongue over the scarred finger pads, if only to reaffirm the fact that he was indeed with his brother...
Treavor knew his brother would not hurt him… Not anymore at least, and certainly not as Montgomery had. He trusted his brothers not too.
The notion of unspoken faith warmed Treavor's chest.
His brothers, specifically Morgan, tended to be quite rough. Treavor knew the younger twin enjoyed the thrill of drawing cries and blood and tears, he knew Morgan liked to leave bruises, whether by his teeth or hands it didn't matter.
Frequently the screams of whatever poor Golden Cat whore he fancied for an eve would echo through the wall of the brothel unless Morgan decided to book the Ivory Room.
Custis was far more mellow in comparison, oh, the elder twin could be just as brutal as his other half if he wished, but typically for Custis, Cat whores were merely means of relief. Soft bodies to fuck on a whim for however long they paid for.
His brothers took whores some few times a month for appearance sake, as most noblemen did. But Treavor knew his brothers never held the whores so sweetly, never tended to them as kindly.
They could draw all manor of screams from Treavor and they reveled in doing so. But unlike the ladies at the brothel, pain was never an issue.
Where the marks of the twin's fun would remain on the skin of the whores for days afterwards, each and every bloody bite Treavor received would be soothed by tongue, each firm palm eased by soft hands and every too dark bruise made well with ointment.
"Are you still with me Treavor?" Custis asked softly against his brother's ear as he slipped his fingers from his brother's mouth, Treavor nodded slowly, tilting his head just so to press a shy kiss to the corner of Custis' mouth before sitting up to nip at Custis' neck.
Custis chuckled at that, "What do you think you're doing?" His brother asked coyly as his slick fingered hand curled around Treavor's waist. The younger man hummed and arched his back ever so slightly to welcome what was to come before he murmured a cooed, "Mine." Against Custis' neck.
Custis' lips gently brushed over Treavor's ear as his two fingers pressed against Treavor's entrance.
"Yours indeed."
Treavor whined softly and squeezed Custis between his legs, encouraging his brother to hurry, Custis chuckled again as he breathed a soft, "Patience Treavor…" As he slowly slipped the two fingers into the still slick space between Treavor's thighs.
Treavor could have sobbed as he eagerly welcomed the fingers. He was still tender from the previous day, but a nice kind of tender, his brother's took good care of him, any trace of pain left by Montgomery vanished in the night.
Leaving only the pleasant ache of their sin.
"Still loose…" Custis mused heatedly as he slowly worked his brother open again, slowly spreading his fingers inside Treavor, being mindful to watch his brother as he did so, just in case something was still hurting…
Treavor merely whimpered as he rolled his hips back against his brother's hand, his teeth closed around the point he had been tending too on Custis' neck as fingers brushed against his prostate, the action drew a pleased hiss from his brother as the fingers began to lazily thrust in and out of him.
"I could probably just slide right in." His brother continued softly, his lips trailing against Treavor's ears as he spoke, "You'd welcome me, wouldn't you, Treavor?" The fingers disappeared, a hand settled on his waist, drawing Treavor's hips just to the edge of the counter until his lower back rested against the cool ladinum.
The heated head of Custis' prick settled at Treavor's entrance.
Lips brushed Treavor's ear.
Hands wandered across his back and head, drawing Treavor away from his brother's neck to meet Custis' eyes.
"Take me nice and deep, just like last night?" Murmured Custis, his tone laced with heat and ardor, Trevor writhed in his brother's arms, nodding feverishly as he rolled his hips back against the elder twin, mewling softly as the cockhead slid past the ring of muscle, catching teasingly on the rim.
"Patience, patience…" Custis nearly purred as he released the back of Treavor's neck to take cradle his brother's hip again, holding the younger man still as he pressed a quick kiss to Treavor's brow.
"Look at me Treavor." Custis huffed as he rolled his hips against Treavor, pressing the head of his cock to his brother's entrance, groaning as the tip just slipped inside, "I want to see you." He murmured as he pressed their heads together.
Treavor took a shuddered breath as his hands slid from his brother's neck to settle at his arms. He shyly met Custis' gaze and remained exactly where he was no matter how tempted he was to throw his head back as his older brother began to press into him.
Custis watched his little brother closely as he continued to sink into Treavor, looking for phantom traces of pain or severe discomfort. He found none, only something akin to pride and unaltered affection as he slowly buried himself into Treavor.
Treavor who was warm, willing and wonderful.
They sighed together, impossibly pleased as Custis settled inside his brother, his hips coming to rest flush against Treavor's own. Hands began to roam across Custis' arms, arms that surrounded Treavor so sweetly without caging him.
Custis leaned close for another slow press of lips.
Treavor whimpered a pleased little keen as Custis slowly rolled his hips, pressing up into the body between his arms, Treavor was slick and open, his thighs sloppy with seed and he welcomed each press of his brother's cock better than some whores.
Custis kept the pace leisurely, as much as he loved to hear Treavor scream and sob and struggle against him, the smallest sighs and whimpers his brother made as he was gently taken apart were truly divine.
"I would have loved to fuck you on your bed again." Custis hissed against Treavor's lips, "Splayed you out all nice and pretty across the sheets." A smoldering whine was pressed against Custis' lips before Treavor began to murmur feverish filth.
"Would have fucked me rough?" Treavor asked slowly as he pressed back against Custis' prick, his insiders fluttered around his brother's length, silently encouraging the elder twin to hurry, to take him.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Custis mused through a heavy rumble, "You'd like me to hold you down on your bed, have you crying for me." Treavor whined beneath his brother as he rolled his hips.
Custis maintained his luxuriously slow pace.
"Please?" Treavor whimpered softly as his hands came to settle at his brother's shoulders, he rolled his hips teasingly as his voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
"Would you have me, just like that?"
Custis chuckled and shook his head.
"Would have fucked you with my fingers." Custis panted headily as he rocked into the body beneath him, "Would have had you sloppy and slick and loose and begging for my cock." A small sob passed Treavor's lips as he returned his face to his brother's shoulder.
"Would have fucked you nice and gently." Custis continued softly against the shell of Treavor's ear, "Taken you on your back, spread you open beneath me just so I could watch you take my cock." Treavor moaned a strained sound of bliss.
"W-Would have taken you nicely." He murmured softly as Custis' prick slid against his walls, slow and methodical, "Been good for you, pretty, yours." Treavor arched his back as he spoke, a tear fell down his cheeks as Custis brushed against his prostate.
"Very pretty indeed." Custis mused heatedly as he looked over Treavor's shoulder to watch them in the mirror…
Outsider's Eyes they were beautiful.
"But it was very unkind of you to sneak away from us Treavor." Custis mused softly as he nipped at his brother's ear, "We worried you know? When we woke to find you gone. Thought you ran away, didn't know where you went."
Treavor whimpered at that as he mumbled some shy little, "I'm sorry…" Over and over against the hollow of Custis' throat.
Custis hummed thoughtfully as he trailed his hand along Treavor's spine, "You can beg for forgiveness after you've come on my cock." He finally huffed with a roll of his hips, drawing another pleased whine from his brother.
"For now, I want to hear that pretty voice of yours."
Treavor's head rolled from his brother's shoulder as Custis began to rock into him, drawing a strangled gasp from the younger brother's lungs which Custis eagerly swallowed as a captured Treavor's mouth once more.
The sound of their coupling was wet and obscene, no doubt Morgan was awake and eager for Treavor and his twin to return to bed.
Custis sunk into Treavor without resistance, spreading him wide and reaching so perfectly deep, drawing little moans and heated gasps from the brother beneath him.
"Think you could finish just like this?" Custis panted as he trailed his lips over Treavor's shoulders, "Just on my cock? Hmm Treavor?" The younger brother arched his back, positioning his hips to allow Custis to brush and press against him so perfectly.
Custis leaned as close as he could to Treavor, forcing the younger brother to fully lean back onto the cool countertop as Custis settled over him. The elder brother grinned into the next few presses of lip as he felt Treavor's chest vibrate with little purrs and whines.
Treavor stuttered his brother's name in the form of a breathless wine as his thighs began to quake, his hips jerked and writhed back against the prick inside him.
"There's a good boy." Custis huffed as he took hold of Treavor's legs, drawing them to the side as he stood, looming over the youngest brother to watch as Treavor made a whole new mess across his stomach.
Treavor arched his back as a delicate whimper rose from his throat, the hands Custis had on his legs wandered up his thighs until they settled on his waist, holding him in place as Custis continued to gently rutt into him.
Treavor's own hand settled at his brother's wrists, squeezing gently as his brother's cock began to twitch and spasm within him, shooting his spend deep into Treavor's gut.
Treavor slumped against the counter tiredly as a pleased sigh passed his lips, Custis leaned over him to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as he slowly pulled out of the warm body before him, far too soon in Treavor's opinion..
The younger brother whined at the empty feeling his brother left in his absence, he made some move to sit only to find Custis' palm at his chest, gently keeping him in place.
"Custis?" Treavor slurred softly as he looked up, blinking blearily to see Custis watching his thighs.
Heat rose to the younger brother's cheeks as a thick dribble of seed slipped from his entrance, rolling slowly down to pool just beneath his hips, a shameless whimper passed Treavor's lips as his he desperately, though futilely, attempted to keep everything Custis had given him inside.
"You are going to be such a treat for Morgan." Custis purred as he trailed his hands down to Treavor's waist once again, "So pretty and open." Custis' other hand eased Treavor into a sitting position.
"Morgan will have you once we return to bed." Custis hummed against Treavor's lips as his arms came to loop around the younger brother's lower back, "Well keep you between us, fuck you nicely." Treavor whined softly against his brother's mouth as he hiked his legs over Custis' hips.
"Fill you until you can't even think to move…"
Treavor whimpered the softest, "Please?" Into his brother's mouth as Custis leaned close to press their chests together, Treavor hands roamed across his brother's back, settling at his shoulder as Custis hoisted Treavor's into his arms.
"You ready to head back to the bed?" Custis asked gently against Treavor's neck as his baby brother tucked himself against Custis' shoulder, Treavor nipped at the lovely little mark he had made earlier in confirmation.
Before he knew it, Treavor felt another familiar set of hands settle at his middle before he was gently removed from Custis' hold and dropped into Morgan's lap.
"There you are…" Morgan hummed as his arms circled Treavor's waist, drawing him back to lean against the younger twin comfortably, Custis took a seat before his two brothers, watching expectantly as his twin began to fondle the brother in his lap.
Treavor's hands settled over Morgan's wrist as he pressed up into his brother's hand, a most delightful whimper escaping his mouth as he did so.
"We worried; you know?" Morgan murmured softly as he brought a hand to Treavor's chest, teasingly running his hands over the stiffened pecs, "Woke up to an empty space between us, without you in sight…"
"M'sorry!" Treavor whined as his back arched, his prick was still wonderfully sensitive, making Morgan's gentle caresses feel like fire.
"Didn't want to wake you, didn't-" A high keen of disappointment escaped the younger man as Morgan abandoned his prick to draw his legs beneath him and lift his hips.
"Oh, hush Treavor." Morgan scolded coyly, his tone holding only teasing affection as his thumbs spread Treavor's cheeks apart, "You won't be leaving this bed any time soon, so you have plenty of time to beg for forgiveness."
A warm cock gently pressed against Treavor's entrance, drawing another low whine from the younger brother as he shifted his hips at try and draw the heated length into him.
"For now?" Morgan chuckled behind him as he took mercy on his little brother and lowered Treavor down onto his prick, groaning as he slipped inside the slickened heat without so much a twitch of discomfort from the younger brother.
"Just keep making those pretty noises and let us take care of you."
Treavor gasped as Morgan's palm fell firmly against his thigh before one arm coiled around his waist, the hand that has slapped him, soothed the point of impact before returning to the heated prick between his brother's legs.
Treavor sobbed as he rose on shaky legs, pressing further into the fist Morgan had wrapped around his cock, before he fell back onto the prick behind him.
Morgan allowed his brother to set their rhythm as he occupied himself with decorating the back of Treavor's neck and shoulders with more bites and bruises.
"You'd make a fine whore Treavor." Custis huffed heatedly from his seat before the two, his hand pawing his own reawakening erection as he watched the scene before him.
"Imagine it would you?" He mused, "Making a living, bouncing on cock." Treavor groaned lowly in his throat before he slurred a slow, "Just yours…"
Morgan hummed approvingly, "Just our cocks?" He pressed teasingly, as he peered over the younger brother's shoulder, "No one else's? No matter how pretty you'd look, splayed and spread over some stranger's lap? Nice and full and warm?"
Treavor shook his head feverishly as another sob shook his shoulders.
"N-not you!" He wept as he rolled his hips against Morgan's cock, "Just you, just want you."
"That's right…" Custis mused, "I do believe you said something along those lines last night, yes?" Custis leaned close to breathe against Treavor's ear.
"Our whore… That is what you said, wasn't it?"
Treavor nodded as he began to bounce on Morgan's prick once more, hissing a low, "Yesss…" Against Custis' hair.
"Our w-whore." Morgan panted lightly, "Just ours? No one else's?" Treavor nodded again. Morgan let out a breathy laugh as he rested his chin over the crook of Treavor's shoulder.
"Our pretty little whore brother."
Treavor nearly screamed as his hips stuttered into Morgan's hand, "Pretty, pretty, pretty." Morgan chimed as he watched the pearly beads of Treavor's seed spill over his hand.
Treavor sat in his brother's lap, panting and gratified, his head rested against Morgan's shoulder, heat still buzzed beneath his bones, Morgan was still hard within him so Treavor knew the night was far from over.
And then he was moving.
Very gently, the younger twin maneuvered him onto his hands and knees though Treavor quickly took to his elbows as Morgan settled over his back, forcing his head into Custis' lap.
"Why don't you slick Custis up a bit while I finish, hmm?" Morgan cooed softly with a tantalizing roll of his hips.
Treavor mewled softly, pressing back against Morgan as he looked up to Custis from his position. The older twin watched silently as Treavor rocked against Morgan, all the while keeping his lips parted, offering his tongue and mouth as he waited for his brother's approval.
Custis nodded once before he led the head of his prick to Treavor's mouth.
Morgan huffed a laugh as he began to properly rutt into his brother, watching as Treavor's head began to bob on Custis' prick with every roll of his hips.
"Does he look pretty wrapped around your cock brother?" Morgan panted as he took hold of Treavor's waist.
"Very pretty." Custis sighed as his hand curled around a fistful of Treavor's hair.
Morgan pressed a firm kiss to Treavor's shoulder, "P-probably didn't even need to slick you up- fuck!" The brother behind Treavor cursed loudly as his hips began to stutter.
"He's loose enough as is." Morgan purred, "Wet too." With Morgan's hold on his waist, Treavor couldn't press back against his brother, so he settled for tightening around Morgan as best he could, savoring the burning bite the action earned him.
"You saw how eagerly he took you into his mouth." Morgan chimed as he soothed the new bite with his tongue, "How happy he is to have something warm down his throat?"
Custis hummed at that, "Dare I say." Morgan chimed through a breathless gasp as his hips came to rest flush against Treavor's rear, "Treavor was made for us."
Treavor's eyes rolled about his skull as he purred around Custis, pressing his chest lower to the bed, elevating his hips further, forcing Morgan's seed to sink deeper and deeper inside of him as he continued to suckle on the prick in his mouth.
Morgan pulled out with a slick sound before kneeling back on his haunches, Treavor could feel Morgan's hands spread his cheeks before he commented an idle, "Such a sloppy whore hole." Before looking over the body between them to regard his twin.
"Do you intend to take Treavor again?" Custis nodded as he removed Treavor from his prick, drawing the younger brother to kneel on the bed before he gathered Treavor into his lap. "I promised I'd have him begging for my cock, and I'm good for my word."
"Oh, did you now?" Morgan purred as he watched his twin gently lay Treavor back against the bed, the younger brother eagerly wrapped his legs around his older brother, watching Custis closely.
Custis hummed affirmatively as his hands trailed across the heated body beneath him, he murmured a soft, "I did." Before leaning close to press his tongue to Treavor's teeth.
Custis' hands settled just beside Treavor's stomach, while Treavor's hands gleefully and greedily roamed across whatever parts of Custis he could reach.
They breathed together, breaths mingling as pleased sighs pass between them. Custis was a familiar weight above him, his body, firm and soft and warm beneath Treavor's hands
"You remember what I promised?" Custis murmured against his lips, Treavor nodded, though he opted to ignore the question, favoring the taste of his brother's mouth.
Custis chuckled at that as he leaned over Treavor, trailing his hand up to cup Treavor's cheeks, drawing close enough for the whole gesture to feel blissfully intimate, but the hands cradling Treavor's head prevented him from rising to press against his brother's lips.
"I believe I told you I would have you on my fingers…" Custis began quietly, "Open you nicely and then sink inside…" Treavor rolled his shoulders and nodded with what little movement Custis' hold of him allowed.
"O-open." Treavor murmured, "Slick, sloppy… Begging for your cock." The younger brother recalled luridly as he turned his head to press a kiss to the thumb Custis had on his cheek.
The thumb at Treavor's lips was replaced by three fingers.
"Oh, now that's just unnecessary." Morgan chided sarcastically, though Treavor imagined he didn't mind watching much at all as he sucked at the fingers.
"Ah, ah, ah." Custis tutted, "You heard Treavor, I promised I would take him on my fingers until he begs for my cock."
Morgan scoffed heatedly at that, "He's already desperate brother, I doubt it will take much to have him scream."
Custis hummed as he haphazardly removed the fingers from Treavor's mouth, "Perhaps…" He mused, "Though maybe I just want to see our little whore cry."
The first finger slipped inside without warning or resistance, drawing a mere tepid whimper from Treavor as he attempted to clench around Custis, he was already loose from the two previous rounds, and still wonderfully slick with seed.
A hand curled around the back of Treavor's neck, drawing him close to Custis, "Want to hear your pretty voice Treavor." His brother purred, "Can you ask me nicely to fuck you on my hand?"
Treavor hummed as he drew his hands to rest against his brother's shoulders, drawing Custis close for a slow press of lip.
"You promised you'd take care of me." Treavor murmured softly, "Splay me out, nice and pretty, fuck me gently." A hand tangled into Custis' hair, drawing his head back as Treavor leaned close to nip at his brother's throat.
"Do good on your word Custis, make me beg."
A second finger was added, drawing a pleased sigh from Treavor before he huffed a strained, "More." Against his brother's lips, Custis chuckled at that as he began to thrust the two fingers into Treavor.
"Greedy aren't you." He mused heatedly, Treavor arched his back as the two fingers brushed against his prostate, "N-not my fault Morgan fuck- fuck!" Custis chuckled as he purposefully pressed his fingers against the little bundle of nerves, drawing an elicit cry from his brother.
"Not your fault that Morgan what, Treavor?" Custis cooed in a sinfully low tone. Treavor rolled his hips back against the two fingers inside him as he panted a heated, "N-not my fault Morgan fucked me so loose."
Custis scoffed at that as the third finger was introduced, "I found you first." Custis reminded his brother with a tersely affectionate hiss, Treavor merely hummed as he drew his older brother down for another quick press of lips.
"And Morgan reaped the benefits." Treavor quipped playfully. "You made me a nice treat for Morgan." Treavor groaned and threw his head back as Custis spread his fingers.
"M-Morgan left me a mess for you." Treavor panted as he rolled his hips against his brother's hand. "A very nice mess." Morgan mused from his position beside Treavor, drawing a tittered giggle from the youngest brother.
"Ah-a pretty mess?" Treavor queried with a whine as Custis rolled the pads of his fingers against the spot inside him which burned his vision white.
"A very pretty mess." Custis murmured warmly from between Treavor's thighs, Morgan hummed thoughtfully as he looked between his twin and younger brother.
"Though…" Morgan began slyly, "I do believe Treavor would look far better wrapped around your cock brother." Both Custis and Treavor groaned at that.
"I think he'd take you quite well at this point." Morgan chimed, "I can fucking hear how loose he is." Treavor arched his back as he rolled his hips. "N-nice and loose." Treavor panted.
"Perfect for you."
Custis grinned at that, "Perfect for me?" He repeated slyly, "Or perfect for us?"
Treavor rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the elder twin, Custis took the action as an invitation to press his own tongue past Treavor's lips.
"Does it matter who I'm perfect for?" Treavor slurred once Custis slowed the kiss to mere brushes of lip. "'M yours, right…?"
Custis chuckled as he scattered little kisses across his brother's face, "I suppose not." He mused as he gently slid his fingers from Treavor, "You are after all, our brother."
Treavor sobbed heatedly at that as his hands returned to Custis' shoulders, "Want you now…" He murmured softly as he curled his fingers around the back of his brother's neck, "Want you inside… Please?"
"Oh, you can do better than that Treavor." Morgan scolded playfully; Treavor whined as he pressed close to the brother above him, drawing Custis down, the elder twin grinning like a wolf as he did so.
"W-want you inside me." Treavor repeated, "Want you to fuck me nice and slow… Just like you said." A pleased sigh escaped Treavor's lips as the warm head of his brother's cock teased his entrance.
"Go on." Custis breathed softly against Treavor's ear.
"S-said you would keep me here." Treavor whispered in reply, "Right here, with you, where I belong."
"There we go…" Custis murmured as he pressed into the body beneath him in a fluid motion, drawing a strained cry from his brother which he shushed with a firm kiss.
"Oh, doesn't he look pretty like this brother?" Morgan cooed as he watched his twin roll and rock gently into the body beneath him, drawing shuddered gasps and pleased little cries from their younger brother.
"All splayed out beneath you, wrapped around your cock? Tell me, does he feel nice?"
Custis sighed contently as he rolled his hips, glancing over to his twin to purr a heated, "Heavenly."
"You hear that Treavor?" Morgan cooed, "Heavenly."
Treavor merely whined as he wrapped his legs tighter around Custis' waist, his toes curling and thighs quaking. "Warm and oh so very accommodating." Custis panted from above, "Our perfect little brother who takes us so well."
A smear of pearl rolled across Treavor's stomach as the fire in his gut began to seep.
"Oh, I think he liked that." Morgan purred slyly as his hand loosely closed around Treavor's prick.
"Hmm Treavor? Do you want us to call you little brother?" The younger twin asked teasingly, Treavor whimpered at that, how horribly wonderful it felt to acknowledge that aspect of their relationship.
"And here I thought he was our whore." Custis huffed wryly as he tilted Treavor's head back to watch the tears roll down his brother's cheeks, "Our personal whore, made just for us."
"Y-Yours!" Treavor groaned feverishly as his fingers pressed into Custis' back, "Y-yours either way!"
"Quite true." Morgan mused as he ran a finger through the pool of seed which had gathered across Treavor's stomach. "You are ours either way, will always be ours, either way."
Treavor nodded as he rolled back against Custis, whimpering sweetly as his brother's prick began to drool inside him. The pace Custis had set was unhurried and comfortable, designed to stutter breath and draw gentle sounds and sobs from Treavor.
Hands explored skin gently, lips brushed and had Treavor the courage, he would willingly sing his adoration's for his brothers.
Treavor, however, was a coward.
Luckily, Custis was not.
"We love you." Custis hissed warmly against his brother's lips, drawing a wanton sob from Treavor which his brother devoured. "Do you love us Treavor?" Custis murmured feverishly as his hips began to stutter with orgasm.
Treavor nodded as he pressed back against Custis, against Custis' hips and lips.
"We want to hear you say it." Custis purred, "Just like last night."
Treavor shuddered as a deep crimson settled across his cheeks, reaching down his neck to spread across his shoulders and up to the tips of his ears, warmth bloomed within his chest.
"Wasn't supposed to hear…" He murmured quietly as his hands settled again his brother's chest, pointlessly trying to shove his brother back, a nasty nervous tick he had developed some years ago.
"Oh, but we did." Morgan hummed as he pressed a kiss to Treavor's cheek, "And we would very much like you to say it again."
Treavor turned his head to nip at Morgan's lip, drawing a chuckle from his brother before he turned back to Custis.
"Love you." He mumbled as he pulled the brother above him down for a slow press of lips, whimpering shamelessly against Custis as he stilled within Treavor, adding to the slick mess Morgan had left earlier.
Treavor remained beneath Custis, content and warm as the elder twin ran his hands over the body beneath him, they shared some slow, lingering kisses and exchanged near wordless adoration's before Custis pressed one last breathless, 'Love you' to his lips before sliding from the body below.
Treavor then groaned as he was rolled onto his stomach.
"I'm hurt Treavor." Morgan mused as he settled across Treavor's back, his lips playfully brushing across the back of the younger brother's ear as he sunk into the warm heat of his brother without so much as a warning.
Treavor mewled softly as Morgan began to gently rock into him, drawing breathy moans and cries from the younger brother.
"You so very nicely told Custis you loved him, but what about me?" There was a mawkish pout in Morgan's voice, "Do you love me too Treavor?" Morgan asked softly as his head came to rest over Treavor's shoulder.
"Love you." Treavor murmured as he buried his head in his arms, Morgan hummed lightly atop his back before his arms moved to rest over Treavor's, their fingers intertwined as the rhythm of Morgan's hips hastened.
"Love you!" Treavor whined again as he pressed back against his brother, writhing beneath Morgan's weight as his brother's cock rocked against his prostate, burning his vision white as his seed splattered between the bed and his stomach.
"Love you too." Morgan groaned as he abruptly stilled inside Treavor, drawing another pleased cry from his brother as Treavor all but melted beneath Morgan.
Sheets ruffled as Custis tugged the bedspread back again, silently inviting his twin to help him move their youngest brother between them again, Morgan nodded before he slowly attempted to withdraw from the body beneath him.
"Stay…" Treavor mumbled tiredly as loosely took hold of Morgan's wrist, "Warm…"
The twins looked to one another, Morgan evidently smug, Custis merely rolled his eyes before helping Morgan hoist up their nearly unconscious brother, still perched contently atop Morgan's prick, to settle him beneath the blankets and between them once more.
They coiled around the younger brother snugly, with Morgan pressed impossibly close to his back and Custis flush to Treavor's chest, their arms circled his waist and back, beneath his neck and head and under his sides.
Custis tucked Treavor's head beneath his chin, keeping his brother snug against his throat while Morgan pressed his cheek to the back of Treavor's neck, their legs tangled together seamlessly.
"Love… You…" Treavor murmured one final time before sleep took him once.
His brothers tightened their hold on him briefly as they sighed together.
"Love you too…"