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Roman whines, a desperate high noise from the back of his throat. His brother’s hands are roaming his body and it’s all too much, all at once. They’re everywhere - on his skin, on his waist, pressing down and leaving dents from his fingernails digging in.
Kendall’s lips traverse his collarbone and the crook of his neck. He’s fully enveloped and more turned on than he’s ever been in his life. As his brother presses tightly against his hard-on and moves smooth hands, languid, over one of his nipples, he can’t help but let out another whine.
“Shh sh sh”, Kendall shushes, a desperate tone to his usual composed demeanor. His movements are erratic, uncoordinated and all encompassing, not unlike a starving man afraid of losing his prey.
“Shh, Romey, I know. I know”, he coos, suddenly next to his ear. His hands are now tightly gripping roman’s lithe waist, grinding into him with fervor.
“Ken-“, Roman tries and only a choked inhale comes through.
“Shhhh, Rome, Ro, please” Ken whispers as he presses his mouth to roman’s in a feeble attempt to tone them both down. “I know, its so good, so so good for me-“, another kiss.
“You have to- to keep it down, okay? Yeah?”, he looks at him now, and for the first time Roman can see the crazed look in his eyes. Kendall is love-drunk on him. This goes straight to Roman’s dick as he tries to suppress another moan. It mostly escapes. His eyes roll back into his head and he locks his arms behind Kendall’s head, hips stuttering in response.
“Fuck”, Kendall breathes, promptly resting his head on his brother’s forehead before hiding in the crook of his warm neck, open lips lazily brushing against it with every thrust.
“Ken, please”, Roman keens, and Kendall’s head spins.
“Yeah, I got you, hey”, Ken’s hands move to roman’s face, pleading him with his eyes.
“Quiet, Ro, please” He sighs into his mouth as roman thrusts forward. “You- dad’s gonna-“
“God, don’t” Roman scrunches his face. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence and he doesn’t have to.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. Fuck, keep- yeah, like that, good, so good for me Romey”, he’s wrapped his arms around Roman, impossibly close. Roman keeps letting out small moans with every upward motion of his brother’s dick against his. He’s always been the loud one.
“Ken, I’m-“
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah,” Roman cums with a high-pitched, barely suppressed whimper and Ken feels his brother shake beneath him as he rides through his orgasm.
“Fuck, Rome, I’m-“, Kendall huffs as he chases his own release. He leans to the side, humping Roman’s thigh. Roman’s hands move to rub his dick through his slacks which quickly brings him over the edge and he cums with a groan and his brother’s name in his mouth. They sit still, catching their breaths for a moment.
No protocol exists for these moments. Today, Kendall feels heavy and he rolls off his baby brother in a swift but lazy motion.
“You are so fucking loud”, he says matter-of-factly after a beat, all bark and bite excreted from the statement.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I want dad to hear us. Maybe then you’ll finally stop treating me like a common fuckin’ whore”, Rome playfully raises his brows at his brother, smirking.
Kendall huffs a laugh. He dons an easy smile. Everything was easy, with Rome. Something this complicated and messy felt so incredibly simple with him. Kendall glances at Roman’s throat when he lulls his head to the side. He signals for him to put his chin up by lifting his own. Rome immediately complies, confused but always acquiescent. Kendall slowly moves in to inspect gently with his fingers.
“I left a- a thing”, he says, eyes low in apology.
Roman’s expression abruptly sours and his hand flies to his neck.
“You what? You fucking- pervert asshole”, he goes to the closest mirror to inspect the damage.
“That’s nasty, man. Were you trying to eat me?”
Kendall cant help but find it amusing. “Maybe.”
Roman’s attention is glued to his newly formed bruise.
“How the fuck am I supposed to hide this,” the question hangs in the air. Ken strides over and puts his hands around roman’s waist, head on his shoulder.
“Maybe you don’t.”
Roman barks a crude laugh. “You just wanna see dad fucking kill me and leave me next to the trash cans for the garbageman to collect the next morning. You gave me that on purpose.”
Ken frowns unreadably, then kisses the spot on his neck.
“Hey- stop! And get off me, you’re gonna get me covered in your fuckin’ jizz”, he weakly tugs at the firm hands wrapped around his waist.
Ken sits there and looks at him through the mirror. Roman visibly shrinks at the intense gaze of his brother.
“That was good, Rome.”
Roman reddens faintly and looks away abashedly.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re only saying that to get me to fuck you forreal next time.”
“No. I like this. I-it’s good. You’re good.”
“Yeah?” Roman asks earnestly, his nature getting the better of him. He feels heat pool in his stomach. It’s fucked up. Kendall nods and kisses his shoulder.
“Yeah. Just…. try to keep your voice down. Next time.”
Roman pouts without a real goal. “Mmmkay”, he puts his hands over Kendall’s.
“Good.”