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Sonny Brisko has been super grumpy lately.
All because of that so-called "extremely important" exhibition.
The world-renowned jewelry exhibition is about to be held in this city. Once-in-a-century gemstones, designer-made jewelry, and all sorts of expensive and fragile works of art will soon be unveiled at this exhibition. The entire VSF has been working extra shifts for two weeks in a row to prepare for the security work of this exhibition. The atmosphere has been so tense that even the taichou who never does overtime had to show up to the "fucking useless" weekend meetings.
Sonny hates work. Because of all the overtime, he has not spent time with his lover for several days - his lover, on the other hand, is obviously busy preparing for the same exhibition, which makes the situation even worse. Sonny can’t even recall when the last time was that they just chilled together.
When Sonny finally has had enough and cancels the "preparation" meeting on the weekend and comes home to cuddle with a certain cat, only to find out that certain cat is only focused on "preparation" on the laptop, he loses it.
"Awwwwwban, stop investigating that crappy maaaaap, just tell me which one you want and I'll bring it to you." Sonny, melting on the couch, sticks his foot out to reach the other's foot under the table.
Alban smiles at that announcement, yet doesn't take his eyes off the screen. "Stop it, Sonny, VSF does not provide the entire security team. Even if it's the area you're in charge of, there would be other departments patrolling. You are gonna lose your job."
"I ...... I can keep the number of guards down over there so you'll have less to prepare for...come cuddle with meeeee..." Before he can finish his sentence, the VSF's internal communicator rings. As Sonny wails and slides off the couch, Alban finally takes the time to look him in the eye with a soothing expression, and so he reluctantly grabs the communicator and goes into the studio, holding back the disgust to figure out what his superiors want this time.
There goes two hours of highly confidential meetings. Sonny took off his headphones and rubbed his ears, which were a little warm from the pressing of the headphones. That is when he noticed the iced juice that Alban had just so thoughtfully brought in when he'd heard him talking the whole time, and his gaze darkened.
"Clang!" and then the crisp sound of breaking glass.
Without thinking, Alban's phantom instinct leads him to the studio. He takes a quick look at Sonny to make sure the blonde officer isn't hurt and exits the room. Sonny whins, only when Alban reappears a second later with a rag in hand, "I spilled my juice ...... What a mess......"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Alban dragged Sonny away from the scene of the crime. Fortunately, the juice is just on the table and not the expensive hardware. Alban wipes the table clean in a swift. Ready to get something to deal with the shattered glass on the ground, he turns around to find his brother just huddling on the gaming chair, staring at him with wide-open sparkling eyes, being completely useless and extremely cute. Alban, with a dirty rag in his hand, tried but failed to resist the urge to kiss his naughty brother, so he moved over to kiss Sonny's hair.
His tone is as gentle as it's soaked in honey.
"Onii just can't do anything without me."
Sonny watches as Alban starts cleaning up the floor again. He hugs his legs and stares at the small section of skin that the smaller one unconsciously reveals as he bends over. He waits. He waits until Alban has quickly cleaned up all the broken glass and spilled orange juice before he speaks up and calls out to Alban, slowly holding out a bleeding cut on his hand for Alban to see.
"This isn't cleaned up yet."
"?"
Obviously, making sure Sonny wasn't hurt was the first thing he did right when he entered the room. Alban's eyesight is too good to miss that cut, but he is also too distraught to think about anything. He grabs Sonny's hand and worrisome instantly takes over his mind.
"It hurts...it hurts like hell, and we don't have band-aids in the house."
Alban looks at his useless brother who's also looking back at him with an empty head expression, and out of nowhere he grabs Sonny's injured finger and stuffed it into his mouth. The taste of his lover's metallic-sweet blood explodes in his mouth, as he proceeds to heal his companion's wounds with his tongue, just like a cat.
Sonny then drags Alban into his lap. Afraid of touching the wound, Alban sinks into the bigger one's arms just the way he wants. Like a predator that just caught his prey, Sonny's body language became relaxed. The older shoves his injured hand into Alban's mouth and cuddles around his personal kitten, chin landing on the kitten's neck.
Alban's tongue is as gentle as it can be, but it still causes Sonny's muscles to tense up as it touches the wound, and when he hears Sonny's soft grunts, his heartbeat skips. He becomes a little concerned, so with Sonny's fingers in his mouth he muffles, "Does it hurt that much?"
"No, it's just a little itchy and ......"
The tone of Sonny's voice takes an ambiguous turn. Indulging in that soft but deep voice so unnecessarily close to his ear, it isn't until a twinge of something different is felt under his tailbone that Alban realizes that it's not pain that's making his brother tense up.
"Soni, are you hard? "
"Well..." The bigger brother who relies on the younger one looks too innocent at this point. He stutters, stammering the words until even a pretty blush starts to appear. Sonny takes a deep breath before rubbing his crotch against Alban, finally managing to nibble on the smaller one's fair ear and sigh.
"Down there can't do without Alban too......"
"Yeah?" Finally, on the same page, there is a glimmer of mischief in Alban's eyes, unseen by the man underneath him.
"Mmm...only Alban...without Alban...can't."
Alban turns to kiss him, curling his tongue around Sonny's, and soon watery sounds and soft moans flow out from the kiss.
“Tell me more.”
“I… I can’t even do it myself……”
“Oniichan that relies on otouto, huh？”
“That’s me.”
Alban finally withdraws from the kiss, and from Sonny's arms, to come back into a better position. He kneels with his legs apart on each side of Sonny's thighs, and his whole body sinks back into the embrace where he belongs. His hands run up to Sonny's waist as he nibbles gently on his brother's pale neck.
" I've left my onii lonely haven't I?"
He grins as he grabs Sonny's hand that has just slipped down his baggy shorts to rub his ass, and while Sonny is still distracted by all the nibbling on his neck, he cuffs the man's hands to the chair handles with handcuffs that he somehow managed to fumble out of Sonny's tactical vest.
Now the farthest Sonny's hands can go is Alban's waist, that is, with the cuffs digging into his arms.
"If you can't without me, I guess I'll take the responsibility."
Alban stands up and starts striping, slowly.
He is in his casual home clothing —— a random shirt that belongs to Sonny. So he unbuttons them one by one, from the very top, and without taking the shirt off, he proceeds directly to his shorts, and underwear. His heterochromic eyes lock on to Sonny's for the entire stripping show.
By the time his underwear hits the ground, Sonny is so hard it fucking hurts.
Alban, being a great brother, does the things he should. He pulled the chair over with Sonny on it, still looking straight into his eyes, slowly kneels down and frees his length from the pajama.
Sonny's cock pops out with heat and lands right on Alban's skillfully placed tongue.
When the whole length is shoved inside Alban's mouth, Sonny grabs the chair handle with impatience. He wants more, so much more. He should be grabbing Alban's hair by now. He should be able to force himself into Alban's throat deeper, maybe a little too deep to where he can hear Alban chock on his cock, watch him struggle weakly, and even cry a little. Yet his hands are still banded by his own handcuffs, everything is at Alban's pace.
If Alban wants deep-throat, he gets a brief moment of pleasure from that tight throat.
If Alban wants to play around, he has to close his eyes and endure his cock being rolled around Alban's tongue and sucked on occasionally like a lollipop.
If Alban gets tired of playing, he has to watch as his little brother rubs his adorable face against his cock, sticking out his kitten tongue and licking his way from top to bottom.
“Alban…”
“What? Sonny. What’s wrong?”
Alban doesn't even bother to hide his good mood anymore, those beautiful cat-like eyes are full of mischief. “Tell me what you want, or I wouldn’t understand~”
“i… i want you… i want to go inside you…… p…please…”
Although Sonny is blushing with shame, the pleading words seem to break something in Sonny's mind, and what follows becomes easier.
“Please let me come, inside you. i’m… i’m begging.”
Never expected Sonny would straight up beg, Alban has a moment of panic which is soon replaced by sheer lust.
This is a side of Sonny that Alban has rarely seen. He shows it now and then when they troll around, but never in bed, never when they have sex. Handcuffed and bound to a chair, this man is deliberately exuding his vulnerability, his voice softening, even trembling a little, heads down he looks at Alban, watery violet eyes opening wide, without a hint of aggression in them, if he were a bullied golden retriever begging for his mercy —— although Alban knows him too well to think he would be that harmless breed.
Alban rewards him with a kiss on the tip, climbing back into the chair, shoving two fingers forcefully into Sonny's mouth, moistening them, and pulling them away. Alban kisses him with the mouth he just sucked his cock with, his crotch rubbing against Sonny's thighs, he didn't mind, just reaches to the back and starts to prepare himself.
It HAS been a while and saliva barely counts as lubrication, the preparation seems unbearably long. Alban isn't in a hurry, he has all the time in the world. Someone is in a hurry, yet that someone can't do anything but rub himself onto the other one and nibble and gnaw at the other's ear, whining and pleading with the person on top of him to grant him pleasure, his fingertips whitening as he squeezed hard on the handle of the chair.
"Uh uh...Alban..."
Sonny almost cums straight away when Alban finally sits himself down on his cock, inch by inch, all the way to the bottom. Alban's inside is as tight and warm as he's imagined it a million times, contracting and adapting to his size. Alban holds down his waist dominantly as he tries to lift it, so all Sonny can do is bite down on his lower lip and wait, as his lover's name slips out from his teeth.
Alban takes a few deep breaths and finally gets used to the size. He isn't at all as at ease as he acts, the sex has barely just begun and he's already shaking at his thighs, even he himself isn't sure if this additional arousal is more mental or physical. Sonny is growling already, almost like a trapped wild animal.
Thanks to all of Sonny's erotic kinks in bed, Alban is always the one being taken, claimed, and invaded. He doesn't hate it, on the contrary, he enjoys being held down and fucked aggressively by Sonny. It makes him feel very much loved.
But this time, this is different. Now he's empowered. Sonny NEEDS him.
He keeps moving with his waist and looks down into Sonny's eyes, only to realize that Sonny has been staring at him the whole time. His eyes filled with affection that was on the verge of overflowing.
It feels so good. Just like this, stay like this, keep looking at me like this. Even if those bright eyes lost their clarity, they wouldn't lose sight of me, would they?
By the time Alban snaps back to his senses, his hands are around Sonny's neck. He blinks, a little hesitant as he wonders where Sonny's boundaries lie.
"Do it." Alban feels the vibration from his palm as Sonny whispers, "... if it's... you... "
He doesn't get to finish his sentence, the air has been squeezed out of his throat.
He doesn't need to finish his sentence. Boundaries?
There is no boundary between Alban and Sonny.
Alban keeps up the pace, drawing on his fighting experience, his hands slowly tighten avoiding certain veins. As the breathing becomes more and more raspy, he sees the emotion in the violet eyes turn, from the initial discomfort to a flickering panic, and then, the deep purple pupils begin to lose focus gradually.
He gets perfectly what he wants. He watches those bright eyes getting clouded and they are, exactly as he has imagined, still filled with his reflection.
He's tripping in Sonny's eyes, ecstatic, on the verge of losing control. His panting fills the room, alone. The handcuffs clatter. Not giving a fuck about the cuffs digging into his skin, Sonny pinches Alban down at his waist and fucks him so hard for several thrusts, and then, he cums.
Alban lets go of Sonny’s neck when he hits the spot. He is coughing as he ejaculates, looking wretched yet he doesn't let go of his tight grip on Alban's waist. As he coughs uncontrollably, his still hard length is making a mess inside Alban, grinding harshly over spots that would rarely be touched.
"Uhhhhhhhh..." Alban cries out carelessly but doesn't bother to move. He softens his body, waits for Sonny to finish cumming, and catches his breath before he pats Sonny's hands on his waist, "Sonny, let go."
Sonny, just having asphyxiated and ejaculated, quickly and nicely complies. After he loses his grip, Alban gently lets Sonny's big, throbbing cock slide out of him, straightens up on his knees, and starts jerking off into Sonny's unexpressive but overly refined face.
Alban loves Sonny's eyes, and he loves it even more now that they are slightly out of focus but still fighting to keep gazing at him.
"Close your eyes." He commands softly, he doesn't want these pretty eyes to get all red and veiny.
And so Sonny behaves, obediently shuts his eyes for the first two strands of the most uncontrollable cum, just to immediately opens them, as if he desperately needs to make up for the two seconds he'd just missed looking at his lover. As he gazes into Alban, he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out to take in the tip, catching the rest of the cum tenderly down his throat.
Alban wraps his arms around Sonny and collapses into him like a kitten sitting on its owner's lap for a nap, so cozy that he's about to purr.
It's just that his owner...... Alban looks up at the man right in front of him: there is still semen hanging on the golden eyelashes; his eyes are semiclosed, still a little clouded; his lips are kissed watery and glossy, with some translucent semen rubbed on the edge; a ring of pink handprints on his neck looks a little scary; if he looks closely, there are even some traces of broken capillaries on his face —— he looks like a broken sex doll.
The more Alban looks at him, the more guilty he gets. Sonny opens his mouth, his voice remains very tame, but Alban is somehow a little scared.
"Alban~ Can you open the handcuffs~ It hurts~~"
Alban only then notices Sonny's wrists, which look much worse than his neck, blood has even begun to ooze out in a couple of areas. Alban rushes to get the cuffs open. As he's about to examine the wounds more carefully, the police officer catches both his hands.
"My face, did you leave marks." The policeman asks in a very husky voice.
"Well... a little..."
Sonny scoops him up and princess-carries him towards the bedroom, "Better let your Onii teach you how to choke someone without leaving marks."
"???? Put me down ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"