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Growing up during times of war can really take a toll on your personality. Having your friends either die or betray you, and watching everything you've worked hard for fall because of people with opposite opinions to you. Following your brother into war, winning and losing and winning and losing over and over again until eventually you're both exiled from the very place you built with your own two hands. As a sixteen year old boy, that is extremely traumatic. The only semi good thing that came from the whole thing is that Tommy could sleep through anything.
The sounds of swords colliding or people shouting and screaming around him. Technoblade working on his potato farm right next to Tommy's room. Wilbur constantly talking to himself or discussing battle plans with Tubbo and Techno. Tommy could sleep through it all.
Wilbur always found it amusing, how the boy never woke up no matter what happened to him. Wilbur could be shaking Tommy's shoulders, trying to wake him up, and the boy would just mumble something incomprehensible and turn over. He could be arguing with Tubbo right next to Tommy and Tommy wouldn't even budge. He always wondered how loud something could be, how far he could go before Tommy would jerk awake. He always wondered if he could fuck his sweet little brother in his sleep...
Sex between the two brothers wasn't a new thing. Ever since Tommy turned 16 and stated that he was very much into Wilbur, they've been messing around. Why? Because Wilbur wasn't about to turn down an offer like that from a pretty boy.
So even during the war, after everything that happened, during Pogtopia, Wilbur and Tommy had always been together. Nobody knew (Tubbo knew), but it was okay, no one had to know. They wouldn't understand the special love Tommy and Wilbur had for each other.
And besides, during late nights, when there were no sounds in their room other than quiet chirping of the crickets outside and Tommy's soft little snores, Wilbur thought no one really mattered other than the two of them together.
In the dim light of the single lantern still burning on their bedside table, Wilbur traced lines on Tommy's face. He connected his freckles, counted them each, burned the placement of each of them into his brain to remember even in ten years time. Tommy was his everything. And he was so beautiful.
"You don't even know how much I love you," he whispered. But he didn't even know why he whispered, Tommy wouldn't wake up even if he spoke with normal volume.
"And you don't even know how beautiful you are. Just gorgeous. My gorgeous boy."
He kissed Tommy's limp mouth and smiled when it opened just slightly. Even while he slept, Tommy was pliant in Wilbur's hands.
"Usually you're such a little brat. Where's your attitude now, huh? Not gonna talk back to me now, just gonna let me have you."
Tommy didn't answer, obviously, he couldn't. Tommy wasn't even aware of his surroundings. And Wilbur quite enjoyed the power he had over his little brother at that moment. The more he kissed him, the more little sounds Tommy made as Wilbur explored his pliant mouth, the more turned on Wilbur got. At some point, he maneuvered Tommy so that he was lying on his back, with Wilbur in between his legs. Tommy's head lolled to the side and his blond hair fell into his eyes.
"You look fucking angelic," he giggled as he pushed the fringe out of Tommy's face and kissed his forehead. He travelled lower and lower, kissing his jaw, sucking on his neck. He pushed Tommy's shirt up as much as he could to have access to his chest and stomach. He kissed his top surgery marks because Wilbur always did that to remind Tommy of how much he loved every single inch of his body, even his scars. He sucked and nibbled on Tommy's nipples and Tommy started squirming in his sleep. It was the cutest thing ever, the boy's pounding heartbeat Wilbur could feel under his mouth and the squirming combined with his breathy moans... Wilbur couldn't hold himself back.
Slowly, he removed Tommy's trousers, leaving him almost fully naked, safe for the shirt still tucked under his armpits. Tommy was already getting wet, his cunt glistening from the slick and Wilbur leaned down to get a taste of it. Tommy smelled and tasted addicting, Wilbur could never get enough of his sweet little pussy. As he buried his face in between his folds and licked around his hole, Tommy moaned and his hips jerked, trying to push down against the stimulation. Wilbur hummed and kept lapping at the slick and sucking his clit. He wished he could make Tommy cum on just his tongue, but Wilbur only had so much patience, and it was wearing thin already. He wanted nothing more than to fuck his sleeping baby brother.
He pulled down with his boxers (he liked sleeping in just his underwear, okay?) to his mid-thighs, just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking. He pushed two fingers into Tommy's pussy, and the boy took it like this happened to him almost every single day (it did, they had sex a lot). As Wilbur fingered him open, he also gathered some of Tommy's slick, their natural lube, so that when he pulled out his fingers, he could spread it on his cock to make the process easier. He gave his cock a couple strokes before pressing the head to Tommy's entrance.
Wilbur leaned forward, hovering above the boy with a hand by Tommy's head holding him up. He smiled down at his baby brother, who was still in deep sleep, his chest falling and rising quickly with his ragged breathing. With his face flushed, he looked even cuter, Wilbur almost wanted to take a picture of the moment.
"God, I can't believe this. You're deep asleep and I'm about to fuck you." He giggled again. The situation seemed so unreal he just didn't know how else to react.
Tommy let out a little hum in his sleep, and shifted slightly, causing the tip of Wilbur's dick to slide in. Wilbur moaned as he pushed in further, Tommy's warm pussy almost sucking him in deeper and deeper until he was pushed up against his cervix.
"Oh my god, Tommy," he sighed, eyes squeezing shut for a moment to process the feeling. "Fucking hell, you feel amazing. You don't even know-" He choked out a laugh. "Wow, you really don't know how good this is for me, do you? You wouldn't know, because you're sound asleep."
It was so hot, the lack of reaction, the lack of answers from Tommy. It felt so taboo, because it was . This was bad, but when did Tommy ever care about Wilbur doing something bad? Surely, he wouldn't mind. He would probably enjoy it if he knew Wilbur was fucking him in his sleep. And he would ask for more, and he would let Wilbur have full control over his body, and he would beg for it even...
Wilbur started thrusting in and out of his little brother's cunt before even noticing he was doing so, and it was wonderful. Wilbur was on cloud fucking nine. He kissed Tommy's neck, giving him hickey after hickey so Tommy would find them in the morning and wonder where he even got them from.
Wilbur was too lost in his own pleasure to notice Tommy stirring awake. He felt the pussy clench around him repeatedly, which caused him to groan and fuck harder into his baby brother, but he never noticed Tommy calling out his name, his own heartbeat jackhammering too loudly in his ears.
"Wha-? Wilby?" Tommy asked groggily, not quite catching up to everything happening to him. It was so hard to open his eyes all the way, sleep was dragging him back down. "Will? What're you..."
He slowly became aware of everything happening to him. First, the harsh thrusts knocking against his cervix and rubbing against his g-spot. Then, the hands on his body, groping him wherever they could reach: his sides, his hips, his thighs, his chest. Then the lips on his neck and Wilbur's moans in his ears along with words that he couldn't quite make out.
Why was Wilbur doing this? He was sleeping moments ago.
"Wilbyyy," Tommy whined and pushed the man's head away from his neck. Only then did Wilbur realise Tommy was awake and very much aware that Wilbur was fucking him. He stopped his movements, his cock halfway in his little brother's pussy, and his eyes wide as he stared at Tommy. "Why... I was sleeping."
"You can go back to sleep, love," Wilbur whispered, his voice much lower now that Tommy was awake compared to when he was sleeping, which was quite ironic.
"Aren't you gonna pull out?"
No no no no, please don't make me. I'm so close, I'm so close! Just a little more, I need this!
"Do you uh... want me to pull out?"
Tommy closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillow as he quietly murmured, "Dunno. Can't think."
"You don't have to think, darling. Just go back to sleep and let me finish. I promise I'm almost there." Wilbur resumed a small rocking motion, which made Tommy moan softly.
"Okay," the boy said, and nuzzled into his pillow. He fell straight back asleep, as if he never even woke up in the first place. Wilbur fucked him faster, desperately trying to get himself off. He used his little brother's body as a toy, not even caring whether Tommy was awake or not, he was just using him for his pleasure. Wilbur, for some reason, felt on top of the world at that moment. And he soon buried himself all the way inside his brother's pussy, his dick pushed up against his cervix, and came with a groan. He leaned his forehead against Tommy's collarbone as he fucked his brother through the aftershocks, until it became too much and he had to pull out.
He sat back on his knees to watch his baby brother's abused little cunt. It was so hot, Wilbur almost wanted to go again.
"My pretty boy," he whispered, kissing the insides of Tommy's thighs, going lower and lower, until his head was buried in his pussy.
What? He couldn't just leave him like that! Wilbur wanted to be a good brother and at least make Tommy come as well, even if he was asleep.
Wilbur placed Tommy's legs on his shoulders and held them there as he licked Tommy's clit. The boy was breathing rapidly, moans escaping his lips at the pleasure Wilbur was providing. His hips tried bucking up, chasing Wilbur's tongue and trying to put more pressure on his clit, but Wilbur held him firmly, so Tommy could do nothing but lie there and take what Wilbur gave. He started stirring awake once more when he got close to the edge, his muscles tensing and the heat in his belly flaring up until he felt like he was burning...
His eyes snapped open and he looked down between his legs. A hand flew down to grab onto Wilbur's hair as Tommy came on his brother's tongue. He rode out his pleasure, Wilbur now letting him move however he wanted to, so Tommy could grind against his tongue until he collapsed back on the bed. Wilbur licked into his pussy, tasting Tommy's slick and his own cum leaking out of his baby brother, and if he hadn't just come, he was sure he could go again.
When Wilbur pulled away from Tommy's cunt and looked up at his brother, he realised that Tommy was awake again, and looking completely fucked out. Wilbur didn't look any better, to be fair, with his hair messed up and his face flushed and shiny from spit and slick. They smiled at each other.
"Will... You could've woken me up at least," Tommy giggled.
"What's the fun in that?"
Wilbur wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flopped back onto the bed next to Tommy. His boy turned to cuddle up to him, and Wilbur wrapped his arm around Tommy to hold him even closer. It was all so peaceful, and if it wasn't for the lingering smell of sex in the room, you couldn't tell what had just gone down.
"Hey Will?"
"Yes, darling?"
"If you... If you wanted to. We could maybe do that again."
Wilbur's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"
"I mean yeah. Waking up to a literal orgasm, that was fucking hot. But also waking up to you inside me, using me however you like without me being able to do anything about it... That's also really hot."
Wow, they really are brothers, aren't they? Tommy is just as fucked up as he is.
"Toms, it would be my pleasure to do this with you again."
"Thank you Will. And- and don't tell me when you plan on doing it. Just... I don't wanna know anything. I want you to just use me without me knowing. And- and if I don't wake up... Maybe you don't even have to tell me it happened. You don't have to make me cum, either, that would always wake me up, I think. I just want you to use my body and realise the next morning when there's cum leaking out of me..."
Wilbur groaned and rubbed his face with his hand. "Tommy, my love, I really like your ideas, but the more you talk, the more you turn me the fuck on. And I can't- I can't handle another round just yet, okay?"
"Then maybe later, when I'm asleep-"
"Tommy!"