Treavor awoke to the lingering scent of sandalwood vanilla cologne, the heady smell of sex and the overwhelming musk of his brothers.
He could feel his eyes rolling about his skull as muffled babble passed his parted lips, Morgan's hips gently rolled against him, his brother's cock pressing into him warmly, drooling seed deliciously.
Treavor wanted to fully wake and writhe beneath his brother, offer himself as best he could, sigh, sob and sing praised adoration's the twins would no doubt enjoy hearing…
But caught between the blissful veil of delirium and exhaustion he was, all Treavor found himself capable of doing was lying beneath his brother, feeling the firm cock slide effortlessly within him, filling him wonderfully with heat and succulently slick spend.
Feverish words were pressed into his skin as the prick at his entrance settled deep inside, a quiet mewl escaped his lips as Morgan pressed close to his back, nearly laying atop him like a blanket as his own cock twitched, heavy and warm against a thigh.
Slowly, beneath the warmth that was Morgan, Treavor could feel himself slipping back into a comfortable drowsiness. This was nice, he was warm, safe, full of seed and cock and perfectly content to simply fall back asleep, wake later, hopefully to another round of early morning pampering.
That notion was unfortunately far fetched as just before Treavor found himself slipping away, a soft groan of displeasure rolled up his throat as he felt Morgan gently slide from him.
A nearly painful absence settled within him as tender kiss was pressed to his temple before Morgan's warmth disappeared from behind him. Treavor whined low in his throat as his thighs slickened once more, hot seed rolled down to his entrance and Treavor hardly had the energy to try and stop the wet heat from escaping.
The arm beneath Treavor's neck shifted to curled around his back, tucking him close to Custis' side, shielding him from the chill of Morgan's absence.
Treavor cracked open a bleary eye and sighed, his breath wafted over his brother's chest as Custis pressed a gentle kiss to his brow.
It was sometime between late morning and early afternoon, the sun was up, illuminating the room golden and warm. Treavor's head rested against Custis' shoulder while the rest of his body was pressed flush to Custis' side.
Treavor closed his eyes again as he drew his arm to curl across his brother's waist, he tilted his head slightly to nibble at his brother's throat with his lips, he would have been tempted to fall back asleep, with or without Morgan there...
But Morgan had rather rudely left him without so much as offering his hand, and with a roll of Treavor's hips, the book Custis had been reading in his left hand snapped softly closed before it was tossed onto the bedside table.
"Good morning." Custis murmured quietly as he rolled onto his side, running his fingers through Treavor's hair before trailing his knuckles across his brother's cheek.
Treavor mumbled a sleepy, "M'r'nin" Without bothering to open his eyes as he shuffled closer to his brother, Custis chuckled a tired little huff as his arm curled around Treavor's waist.
"Morgan's taking a shower." Custis whispered as the arm at Treavor's waist gently began to press little circles into his back as lips came to gently brush the edge of Treavor's mouth.
Treavor groaned tiredly as he buried his face into his brother's neck, nipping at Custis' throat from his hiding place.
A heated prick rolled against Treavor's thigh.
"That means I get to have you all to myself until he's done."
Custis was interested.
Treavor sighed, the deep exhaustion which had set into his bones overnight had yet to be chase away by slumber, still, the prospect of a lazy morning fuck was more than tantalizing enough to perk Treavor's interest.
Still, sleep was quite the temptation.
The younger brother rolled onto his back, away from the warmth of his brother to look up at Custis as the elder twin propped himself up onto his elbow.
"If you let me sleep until Morgan gets out, I'll let you fuck me in the shower." Treavor offered groggily through a yawn.
Custis paused to contemplate the offer before some wolfish grin tugged at his lips.
"You won't deny me." Custis purred softly as he settled down beside Treavor once more, drawing his younger brother close to nibble at his neck.
Treavor sighed a slightly less than irritated groan as he tilted his head in silent invitation, "I won't…" He mumbled softly as he closed his eyes again, falling limp beneath his brother.
There was no point in resisting, Custis could and would easily overpower the younger man, it was simpler for Treavor to simply take what Custis gave him and enjoy.
And enjoy he did.
Custis' hands were warm, they were always warm, and sure as they roamed across Treavor's skin. The touches were sensual, physical promises traced into his rapidly warming skin.
Treavor's hands were far less confident. He knew his brothers loved it when he partook in their trysts, but he would always worry… Morgan and Custis could draw the prettiest noises from their younger brother and the best Treavor could do was earn himself a pleased sigh from time to time.
The little mewl to grace Treavor's lips as Custis rolled them over was cut short by some few quick kisses, Treavor found himself firmly beneath his elder brother.
The twins were taller than Treavor, broader and heavier too. They could easily hoist Treavor into their arms or pin him down with ease. Treavor used to hate how powerless he felt beneath his brothers, but now? Now he reveled in the warmth, the security his position would bring him.
Custis hummed something soft, inquisitive as he pulled away briefly to ask a sultry little, "How do you want me?" As his lips brushed against Treavor's chin.
The question was funny, how did Treavor want Custis? A small giggle managed to slip past Treavor's teeth as he languidly drew his arms over his head, arching his back as he stretched and groaning contently as something along his spine 'clicked'
"How do you want me?" He shot back at his brother lazily. His fingers mused through the messy mop of bedhead Custis wouldn't be seen dead with. Treavor personally liked the look, it had a strange sort of charm to it.
"I could take you just like this?" Custis purred softly as he sat back, spreading Treavor's thighs to rest around his waist, his hands settling at Treavor's hips as he looked down at his younger brother.
Fingers trailed teasingly over Treavor's stiffening prick and idly, he rolled his hips into Custis' palm.
"I liked how you looked beneath me last night." Custis mused softly as he began to stroke along Treavor's length, watching as his brother rolled his hips in gentle time.
Treavor breathed slowly, arching his back to better rutt into the palm on his prick, watching his older brother through a half-lidded eye. There was no real hunger in Custis' eyes, no desperation or ire or… Anything Treavor saw during a typical romp.
Instead there was warmth, warmth and affection and adoration.
"Do you want to take me like this?" Treavor murmured softly as he slowly maneuvered himself to rest on his elbows, Custis hummed as he leaned close to draw the younger brother into a brief kiss.
"I want you to tell me how you want to be taken." Custis said simply, Treavor laughed softly as that, rolling his head back as he dropped onto the bed again.
"You're spoiling me." He sighed, tittering to himself as Custis kissed him sweetly.
"For now." The elder twin hummed softly as his hand, much to Treavor's disappointment, abandoned his prick to settle at his waist again. The younger brother looped his arms around Custis' shoulders as he rolled his hips against the sfiff cock behind him.
"Ah, ah, ah." Custis tutted coyly, "Tell me how you want me Treavor." He purred as he backed away from Treavor's mouth. The younger brother whined softly, a rosy hue settling at his cheeks.
"Can… Is there anything I can't ask for?"
Custis blinked, looking to his brother thoughtfully before replying with a firm, "I'm not letting you top." Scarlet quickly spread across the younger brother's cheeks before he harmlessly shoved at Custis' chest which brought a chuckle to the elder brother's teeth as he easily pressed down atop of Treavor.
Treavor huffed, a bashful little smile tugged at his lips as he rose slightly to nip his brother's lower lip. Custis' hands found Treavor's hair, musing the tiredly matted locks with his fingers as he pressed Treavor's head back against the pillows with a kiss.
"What do you want?" Custis asked again as Treavor copied him, hands and fingers ran through his bed head while the younger brother hummed in contemplation.
"I liked the uh… Thing you did while I was on my stomach…" Treavor eventually mumbled, his voice bashful but… Desirous. It was a thinly veiled request disguised as a suggestion.
Custis wanted his baby brother to beg.
"The thing I did?" The elder brother mused teasingly, "I believe I did a lot of things to you last night Treavor, could you be any more specific?" Treavor drew his hands to his face as scarlet engulfed his cheeks, he whined into his palms as Custis laughed above him.
"None of that now." He scolded playfully as he took hold of Treavor's arms, drawing the hands from his brother's face to offer Treavor a brief, chaste kiss.
Custis' palms slipped into Treavor's as their fingers intertwined, Treavor's arms were drawn above his head, gently pinned by Custis as the elder brother lazily grinned down at him.
Treavor remained stubbornly silent, averting his eyes as the heat beneath his cheeks began to spread down his neck.
"Oh come now Treavor." Custis huffed, "Tell me what you want." Treavor mumbled a small mutter of complaint before he bit out a curt, "You know what I want." As he bravely met his brother's eyes.
Custis hummed a little chuckle, "I know." He purred softly, "But I want you to say it."
And gone was every ounce of bravery Treavor had mustered to look at his brother. Rather, Treavor turned his head away, pressing his cheek to the pillow sheepishly to avoid looking at Custis.
"I was good to you, wasn't I?" Custis asked as he dipped low to breathe against the side of Treavor's neck, trailing his lips against the darkened skin which had bloomed in the night.
Treavor murmured the softest, 'yes' as he craned his neck further. Custis took both of Treavor's wrists into a single hand as he rose from his prone position to crowd over his brother, slipping his free palm between them to fondle with the stiff prick between Treavor's thighs.
Treavor whimpered quietly, rolling his hips into his brother's hand again. "Keep talking Treavor." Custis murmured into his throat, "I want to hear you."
"F-felt nice…" Treavor mumbled, "Really, nice." A rolling mewl fell from the younger brother's lips as his back arched, "M-made everything feel alright." Treavor whimpered.
"Made the ache go away."
Custis stopped.
Treavor turned to look up at his brother as the warmth above him retreated, he found Custis looking him over intently.
"Are you in pain?" The elder twin asked, all lust and mirth gone from his voice, replaced by concern as his palms settled at Treavor's stomach, gently pressing into the skin, massaging what lay below.
Treavor couldn't stifle the moan to crawl from his throat as he arched his back against the palm, his gut sloshed with unspilled seed and the feeling of sheer emptiness was registered into his head.
"Please Custis?" Treavor simmered desperately as he rose onto his elbows, further pressing against the palm on his stomach.
"Are you in pain?" Custis repeated firmly.
"No." Treavor replied quickly, "I just…" He panted a heavy breath, searching for words he wouldn't fumble through horribly.
"I'm so empty…"
He swallowed thickly, lust coiling in his veins as a glint of elation returned to his brother's eyes.
"Empty?" Custis reiterated calmly, Treavor nodded.
"Well…" Custis mused in sly thought, "I suppose I ought to rectify this." He hummed as he further spread his brother's thighs to run a thumb over the slickened mess between Treavor's legs.
"I could take you on my fingers again." Custis purred smoothly, "I had you begging quite nicely last night, think I could get you to cry again Treavor?" The younger brother whimpered as the tip of Custis' thumb teased his entrance.
Treavor was loose enough to fit a prick, slick enough too, Custis knew this damn well, Custis also knew that fingers would be but a tepid treat for his little brother, something to rouse his appetite and little more.
But Treavor knew that his brother could in fact have him crying on his fingers in a matter of moments. And as tantalizing as the thought was, it also sparked a flicker of courage.
Treavor didn't want his brother's fingers.
"O-or." The younger brother stammered, "You could take me on your tongue?"
Custis huffed, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He mused coyly, "Laying about nice and comfy while I do all the hard work. Perhaps I am spoiling you?"
Treavor hummed as he drew himself to sit, his legs sprawled over Custis' thighs, his lips and breath at his brother's throat. "Please?" He asked softly, his lips brushing the still dark bruise he had created earlier that night.
"You can have me however you want… I just want to feel you."
Hands roamed across Treavor's back as his brother tugged him closer, "You want to feel me?" Custis asked softly as he dipped his head to string a row of kisses to Treavor's shoulder.
"I do." Treavor mewled softly, "I-I don't want to be able to walk straight for weeks. Weeks Custis, weeks!" The elder twin chuckled at that as he took Treavor by the hips and rolled them over.
Treavor sat atop his brother's hips as Custis settled against the headboard. Custis grinned up at his before he made a 'turn around' motion with his hand.
Treavor obliged.
Hands fondled greedily with his thighs and hips, spreading his legs further, drawing him closer to the body behind him. Treavor whined softly as Custis pressed a firm kiss to his thigh before biting the flesh roughly.
"Stop teasing…" Treavor murmured as he pressed his cheek to Custis' thigh, his hands clasping at the bedspread as his brother playfully slapped his ass.
"Stop complaining." Custis shot back, "I'm enjoying myself Treavor." The younger brother huffed, "I want you to enjoy me." He bit out coyly, squeaking a high noise as Custis once again spanked his thigh.
Treavor was tugged back once more as Custis reached between them to grasp his own prick, he tapped the head against Treavor's chin as his breath ghosted over Treavor's entrance.
"Be a good boy, would you?"
Treavor responded by taking the head, just the head, between his lips and suckling gently. His teasing efforts earning him a lap of tongue across his entrance, drawing a very pretty whine to his lips.
Treavor's hand idly strokes along the length of his brother's prick not yet in his mouth as his drool rolls down the heated flesh, his palm and fingers slickened nicely as he circled his tongue around the head of the erection between his lips.
He was rewarded by a firmer though still shy press of tongue, not quite bold enough to slip into him, but pleasing and teasing all the same.
A tongue, Treavor learned quickly, was quite different than a cock or fingers. Custis couldn't reach nearly as far as he could with his fingers and prick, nor was it as broad and in his already sloppy state, the tongue did little to ease the ache of emptiness.
But it was curiously textured, and combined with Custis' enthusiasm, more than made up for the faults.
Treavor's voice was smothered by the prick between his lips, but whimpers and whines escaped his throat regardless, the small noises pleased Custis endlessly, evident by how the elder brother would roll his hips, urging Treavor to swallow him down.
Treavor splayed his hands across Custis' thighs to maintain some sense of balance as he bobbed his head, drool smeared across his chin and upper lip as he took Custis further into his mouth, not yet into his throat, he wanted to take his time with his brother as he swallowed around the cock to resist gagging.
They enjoyed one another for a time, their action unrushed and slow. Treavor would occasionally retreat from his brother's prick to lap at the base with his tongue as he caught his breath, using a free hand to fondle the heated flesh until he could take it back into his mouth.
The hands at Treavor's hips eventually glided across his back before fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as the tongue disappeared for a brief moment.
Custis had grown impatient and Treavor knew what was next.
"Don't forget to breathe."
Treavor's eyes rolled as Custis began to rutt into his mouth, feverish and brutal, sliding his prick down, down, deep down into Treavor's throat. Treavor unnecessarily hollowed his cheeks to continue suckling at the flesh as his breath became hoarse little wet pants he snatched through his nose whenever Custis retreated far enough to allow him to breathe.
He didn't even care at that point that Custis was no longer putting his tongue to good use, Treavor was busying himself with the cock in his throat, suckling and drooling obscenely over the prick.
Disappointment flew from his lips in the form of a strangled whine as Custis abruptly pulled his head away, a long thick string of foggy saliva fell from Treavor's lower lip and then down his chin, landing messily atop the comforter as Custis pushed him forward until he was once again straddling his brother's waist.
The cock pressed snugly against the cleft of Treavor's ass was hot and slick, the hands at Treavor's waist pressed soothing circles into his hips as Custis slowly held his baby brother steady as Treavor rose on shaky legs.
Treavor leaned back ever so slightly to set his palms against Custis' stomach, arching his back as he did so, he could feel the warmth of the body beneath him through the palms of his hand, feel the not quite defined muscles move beneath the flesh.
Both Morgan and Custis were large, but a healthy large. They ate well enough to not worry about weight, they trained with pistols and blades as most noblemen did. They were strong, stronger than Treavor at least, but soft at the same time.
Treavor loved being beneath his brothers, to feel their weight and strength press against him, their warmth, there was little he enjoyed more… But admiring his brothers from atop their pricks was also a lovely treat.
The head of the cock beneath him teased Treavor's entrance as Custis held Treavor just above the prick as he smeared the head of his erection against the mess between his brother's thighs.
Treavor rolled his hips against the cock, whining softly as the seed embedded within him, buried too far for Custis' tongue to reach, rolled down to his entrance, he clenched around nothing, loosely and uselessly, a languid dribble of seed slipped from his body, smearing against the head of the curious prick beneath him.
"Please?" Treavor tried softly as another, larger, bout of seed escaped, "Please Custis… I-" His voice stilled as the head was pressed just into him, only the head however.
"You what?" The elder brother mused coyly from behind as the hand which had been holding his prick slid between Treavor's quivering thighs to fondle with the twitching erection there.
Treavor could feel Custis's eyes on his back as he writhed on quaking knees, pressing against the too gentle fingers and back against the head of the prick, he knew better than to attempt to ignore the hand keeping him off the cock, Custis was being generous enough that morning, there was no need to test his patience.
"'M still empty…" Treavor whined as he jolted his hips too quickly, into the palm at his cock, allowing the prick behind him to escape along with another drool of spend.
"Patience Treavor." Custis chided lightly as he realigned himself against the younger brother's entrance, smearing another foggy drip of seed across the head of his prick as it lazily roll out.
"You said you'd fill me." Treavor snipped in turn as he looked over his shoulder to glare heatedly at his brother. Custis merely cocked a brow before roughly and wonderfully, Treavor was dragged down onto the prick.
His voice became a strangled sort of mewl as the cock pressed into him, eased by spend and aided by how perfectly loose Treavor was, regardless of how sloppy the younger brother was, the prick filled the aching emptiness with warmth and Treavor couldn't help but sob.
Hands circled his waist, holding him firmly atop Custis' lap, preventing him from rising though allowing him to writhe if he chose to. Treavor set his hands atop Custis' as he began to slowly rock atop his brother's lap, enjoying the feeling of the heat within him.
Treavor could still feel his brother's eyes, watching him, rolling over his back, down to his thighs and hips.
"Could… Can I ride you?" Treavor asked softly as he once again peered over his shoulder, the look Custis offered him was burning, want, was what Treavor gathered best from the sheer intensity of the gaze as consent was given in the form of his wrists being snagged in Custis' hands.
Custis was being generous that morning. Treavor knew very well that his brother could have him pinned to the bed, sobbing, screaming, begging, all in a matter of seconds.
Yet he allowed Treavor to rock and writhe atop his lap, unhurried and gentle. Treavor rolled his hips tenderly, sensually, stifling his voice against his shoulder as best he could.
The grip Custis held against his wrists tightened from time to time as some breathless hiss of pleasure would creep from his brother's throat, but even then he refrained from taking control of the pace and rhythm of their coupling.
"Y-you really are spoiling me." Treavor painted out softly as his head rolled atop his shoulders, the head of the prick brushing against his prostate as he whimpered.
Slowly, Treavor raised himself from the prick, not too far to rouse the ache of emptiness, but enough to draw a very pleasant noise from Custis as he sank back down onto the cock, sighing prettily before repeating the action.
A small bead of seed began to pool at the head of Treavor's own prick, falling to the comforter below as the younger man began to quicken the pace of his hips, grinding down against the cock within him each and every time he settled against Custis.
The bedsprings began to whine in time with the near feverish buckling of Treavor's hips as he all but bounced atop his brother's lap, panting heavily and mewling breathlessly as his toes curled.
A shudder ran up his spine as the fire pooling in his gut began to swell and seep, more droplets of seed began to gather at the head of his prick. Just before sweet oblivion could be reached however, Custis released Treavor's wrists to pull his baby brother flush down against him.
Treavor whimpered and sobbed and cursed as he desperately attempted to chase that fire, rocking his hips feverishly onto the still solid prick within him.
"Oh, damn you. Damn you!" He mewled helplessly as he rolled his hips, tears, hot and wet slipped down his cheeks as his hands grappled with Custis' wrists, desperately trying to pry the firm hands from his body to continue moving.
"Custis. Custis! It's not enough!" Lovely, and as much as Treavor had enjoyed the leisure pace Custis had allowed him to set earlier, catching that brilliant flame was an impossible feat.
"Fuck! Please Custis! Please!"
"Patience Treavor." The elder brother chided again as his thumbs pressed soothing circles just into Treavor's hips.
"But I want you!" The younger brother whined helplessly with a roll of his hips, drawing a strained chuckle to Custis' lips.
"Calm down Treavor." He huffed softly as his hands slowly slid up Treavor's side to settle just below his ribcage.
"Do you think you could turn around?" Custis asked heatedly, "Without getting off? Think you can manage that Treavor?" The younger brother whimpered at the back of his throat as he stilled his hips.
Treavor's breath escaped him in little pants, his thighs were quaking, prick hard and drooling. He wanted to finish, he wanted to lose himself to blissful oblivion…
But he nodded, slowly, setting his shaking hands firmly atop his brother as he carefully raised himself along the cock. Slowly, one limb at a time, Treavor turned himself to face his older brother, each movement felt as though his elbow or knee would give out, but he managed.
Custis rewarded his efforts by tugging him close to pull him into a searing kiss. Treavor's hands settled at Custis' shoulders while his brother's hands roamed across his back.
Tentatively, Treavor pressed back against the prick within him, whimpering into Custis' mouth as his brother's hands settled at his hips once again. "Slowly." Custis stressed calmly.
"Ride it out, I want this to last." Gently, the hands at Treavor's waist began to guide their rhythm, leisurely and deep, wonderfully deep, bliss coiled in Treavor's gut once more.
"This alright?" Custis asked softly, just against the shell of Treavor's ear, "You're not in pain?"
Treavor shook his head, stammering out a softly mewled, "N-no." As a dribble of seed smeared between their stomachs.
Treavor was trembling as Custis stilled his hips once more, holding the younger brother in place over his cock before he began to rock, gently, slowly, up into the warmth above him.
Treavor sobbed as he buried his face into Custis' shoulder, his hands wrangled with the bedspread, some babbled, desperate, pleas were murmured into the side of Custis' throat as Treavor's prick began spilling seed across his brother's stomach.
Those little pleas quickly returned to muffled whimpers as Custis continued fucking into his baby brother. Treavor's eyes rolled, he was lost to the wonderful oblivion he always found himself in after completion. But rather than floating steadily back to the surface, back to consciousness…
He just kept sinking.
Custis panted into Treavor's hair as he rocked into the warmth of his brother, he could tell Treavor was gone, far, far gone and pride swelled in his chest.
Treavor was little more than a warm thing to fuck and fill then and there, and Custis had made him so. It would have been terribly rude to not see Treavor be put to good use.
Custis rolled them over in a swift motion, toppling Treavor from his perch atop Custis' waist to settle the younger brother below. Thighs were spread over hips, a soft whimper escaped Treavor's throat as his eyes fluttered, Custis could only see white as his brother's eyes rolled.
The bed began to rock in time with Custis' new pace, he rutted into the not quite conscious body beneath him, watching intently as Treavor's hands tangled with the bedspread, how tears and a string of drool rolled down his brother's cheeks and along the edges of his mouth.
Custis was close, and despite the warm smear against his stomach, Treavor was too.
Hands circled Treavor's waist, pulling him back to meet the near violent thrusts of Custis' hips as the elder brother all but pistoned into the body beneath him.
Another strangled yowl of sorts escaped Treavor as his prick jolted and spilled across his stomach again, leaving another layer of mess which would have to be cleaned.
Custis cursed, low and breathless as he pressed as close as he could, as deep as he could into Treavor. Watching intently as Treavor subconsciously rolled his hips against the cock within him, whimpering a soft little sound as heated seed pooled in his gut.
"Treavor?" Custis whispered quietly as he leaned closer, crowding over top his brother as his hand came to cup his cheek. Treavor whined lazily and sighed through his nose before slowly opening his eyes.
"You alright?" Custis asked gingerly as he backed off, Treavor arched his back, rolling his shoulders before nodding.
"'M perfect." He replied softly before he slowly drew himself to his elbows, looking towards the bathroom door.
"Morgan's out of the shower." He mused as an afterthought before looking to Custis.
"Do you want to go first?" He asked.
The smallest grin tugged at the elder brother's lips and Treavor's prick twitched.
"I believe you said something about me fucking you in the shower?" Custis mused warmly.
"Ah, ah, ah." Treavor snipped lightly, his voice hoarse with use, but light, teasing, bordering on a giggle. "I believe I said that if you let me sleep until Morgan gets out of the shower I'd let you fuck me in the shower."
Arms wound beneath Treavor's back, hoisting him to sit on Custis' lap.
"You won't deny me."
The bathroom door opened and Treavor sighed.
"No, I won't…"