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Chan gets out of the taxi after paying the driver and thanking him. As the car speeds away, he’s left standing there, looking at his childhood home.
Since his family couldn’t make it to his graduation, Chan had decided to come back home in secret, hoping to surprise them with his arrival. It has been four years since he left, and he misses them all dearly despite the video calls.
Chan walks up to the porch and grabs the spare keys hidden away behind a loose brick in the wall. He unlocks the front door and walks in, taking his shoes off at the foyer.
The first thing he hears is the sound of moaning from the living room, not too loud. Had he come in while his parents were getting frisky? Well, what better time to surprise them than now?
Leaving his luggage at the door, Chan quietly creeps over to the living room, only to pause in surprise at the entrance.
On the couch aren’t his parents getting down and dirty, it’s his younger brother Felix having a jerk-off session while watching porn. He’s sitting there naked with his dick out, just stroking it with his eyes glued to the screen where two men are fucking.
“Not a baby anymore, huh? My little bro’s all grown up,” Chan says, walking into the room.
Felix looks up in shock, hand pausing on his cock. “Channie! You’re back!” He pats the empty space next to him, as if to tell him to take a seat.
“In the flesh,” Chan confirms, taking the proffered seat and accepting a one-armed hug from his younger brother. He asks teasingly, “Missed me?”
“You know I did,” Felix says in an accusatory voice. “I wish I could’ve been there for your grad.”
Chan raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure it isn’t because you wanted to try out my friend’s dicks?”
Felix reddens, smacking Chan’s thigh. “N–no! Stop teasing!”
“Cute,” Chan chuckles, ruffling Felix’s hair. It’s just as soft and fluffy as he remembers it to be, if not even more so, despite all of the bleaching his brother puts it through. “Where’s Mum and Dad? I was hoping to surprise them, too.”
“You just missed them,” Felix tells him, hand still on his own flagging cock. “They went out to get groceries about twenty minutes before you got here.”
“Damn, unlucky.” Chan looks at Felix’s undressed state, and a thought occurs to him. “Have you started fucking around yet?”
“Mum said it’d be better to wait for you to come back home and show me the ropes,” Felix grumbles with some disappointment, but rapidly perks up. “They got me some toys for my birthday, though!”
Chan leans in closer, his interest building up. “Yeah? What kind of toys? I remember getting a fleshlight for my birthday.”
On Chan’s nineteenth birthday, their parents had snuck it in as a secret gift separate from the others to congratulate him on becoming an adult. It was a good toy, although he hadn’t needed it as much after he left for university abroad where there was no shortage of willing holes whenever he needed them.
Now that Felix is of age as well, Chan should probably get him something, too—a gift to welcome him to adulthood. He doesn’t know what to get him yet, but he’s going to find a toy his brother would like.
“Well, they said that I should get something to help me take your dick since I’m into guys and wanted to try bottoming,” Felix explains, giving his cock an absentminded stroke. “So, they got me a dildo your size and a plug.”
Felix had told him about being fully gay on video call, almost a month after he left. It hadn’t come as a surprise to Chan when he could see the way his brother looked at him and other men who fit his tastes.
Chan, on the other hand, isn’t partial to any singular gender. As long as he likes them and they have a hole to fuck, it’s all good with him.
“Why don’t you show me your dildo?” Chan asks, curious about the toy. Their parents hadn’t seen him naked since he left, so he wonders how big it would be.
“One sec!” Felix jumps up and speeds off to his room in the blink of an eye. He comes back with a dildo in hand, retaking his seat on the couch as he deposits the toy into Chan’s lap.
Chan holds the toy up, inspecting it. It’s a blue—Felix’s favorite color—sizable dildo, made from silicone to resemble the texture of a real cock. He supposes their parents helped Felix with the selection, seeing as it feels like a higher quality than what his little brother would pick for himself.
“I can take it pretty well now,” Felix tells him earnestly, looking proud of himself. He looks at Chan with such wide, hopeful eyes, that he can’t help but indulge his little brother.
“You’ve done so well,” Chan praises fondly, patting Felix’s soft hair. “You shouldn’t struggle too much with me.”
Felix tilts his head, curiosity showing. “Struggle? Why would I struggle?”
“I guess four years does make a difference.” Chan lets out a knowing chuckle, mentally comparing himself to the dildo. “I’m a lot bigger than that one now.”
Felix stares at him, eyes narrowed into slits like he’s suspicious of Chan lying to him. “Prove it,” he challenges.
“Okay,” Chan agrees without fuss. He shimmies his pants down to pull his dick out, half-hard, and strokes it for a bit before beckoning Felix over. “Here, why don’t you do it? It’s good practice.”
Felix’s eyes shine as he eagerly takes Chan’s dick into his hand. Chan fights the urge to close his eyes at the soft touch of Felix’s palm tentatively wrapping around his length.
Chan fights the urge to buck up into it, quietly exhaling as he watches his younger brother, feeling just as fond as he did earlier. Felix strokes him lightly, movements unsure, and while it feels nice, it’s not doing much for him, so he places his hand over Felix’s, his bigger palm enveloping it.
“This is how I like it,” he says, moving Felix’s hand while adjusting the pressure. He squeezes it tighter, letting out a throaty groan at how much better it feels.
Felix stares at their joined hands with his lips parted, looking completely entranced by the way his hand is being used. He swallows hard, gaze not lifting even when Chan releases his hand.
Under Chan’s guidance, Felix continues moving his hand the way he was shown, marginally better than from when he had first started. However, it’s a bit too dry, so Chan spits on his cock and uses Felix’s hand to spread it around, easing the glide.
Felix grimaces a bit at that. “Ew, that’s kinda gross. I do have lube, y’know. You could’ve just asked.”
Chan shrugs, rolling his eyes at Felix’s attitude. “Like you haven’t done it before.”
Felix doesn’t stop jerking Chan off though, and it doesn’t take much longer to get him fully erect under his ministrations. Once it’s clear that Chan wouldn’t be getting harder, Felix holds the dildo up right over his brother’s cock to compare the two.
“Oh shit, you’re right.” Felix gawks at Chan’s cock. “It is bigger.”
“I told you so,” Chan says smugly, removing his jeans entirely. He lifts his t-shirt up and yanks it over his head, tossing it into a corner of the couch before noticing that Felix is staring at his naked body. “Like what you see, little Lix?”
Felix pouts, tilting his chin up defiantly. “I’m not little.” He noticeably doesn’t deny liking Chan’s body at all. Cute.
“You’re little where it counts,” Chan points out with a chuckle as he pulls Felix against him, chest to chest, letting their cocks rub together. He continues, “But that’s okay. You were made to be fucked by me, isn’t that right?”
Chan can’t help but be slightly mean to his younger brother—he can tell that Felix likes it with how hard he’s getting and the precum leaking from his tip.
Whether it’s right or not, Felix doesn’t refute Chan’s statement, moaning encouragingly at his brother’s touch on his body. He lets Chan reach around, palms groping his ass and smacking his cheeks like he owns them, gasping when a finger trails between the perky globes.
Chan expects to find Felix’s hole, but is pleasantly surprised when his finger taps against something hard instead. “You’re all plugged up too,” he murmurs, tugging at the base of the plug until it’s halfway out at the thickest part, then pushing it back in. “I can’t wait to show you how good it’s going to feel when I’m in you.”
“More, please,” Felix pleads with a moan, grasping his ass cheeks and holding them open for Chan. “I want your cock, please.”
“Impatient,” Chan chides, but he wants to get into Felix just as much. But first… “Come on, get on your knees.”
“On my knees?” Felix asks, but he does exactly as Chan asks, dropping to his knees, face level with his brother’s dick.
“I’m going to give you a bonus lesson on dick sucking for free,” Chan tells Felix with a shit-eating grin. “You should thank me for it.”
“Ha ha. Thanks, Chan,” Felix thanks him sarcastically, only to gag when Chan unceremoniously shoves his cock into his mouth. He glares up at his older brother with tears in his eyes, hands gripping tightly onto Chan’s muscular thighs.
“Only way to discipline a mouthy slut like you,” Chan says, withdrawing until only the tip is left inside. “Lesson one, no teeth. I’m gonna make you regret it if you bite down for fun, yeah?”
Felix makes a noise of understanding, looking up at Chan with tears collecting on his lower lashes. He doesn’t try to pull away, obediently staying in place.
“Good boy, you’re doing so well already.” Chan pets the top of Felix’s head before gripping his fluffy hair, fingers curling close to his scalp. “All you need to do is let me use your mouth.”
Chan starts thrusting into Felix’s mouth, careful not to graze himself on his brother’s sharp canines, groaning at how pliant he is. Felix gags a few times, but he doesn’t react beyond that, easily getting used to having his mouth used like a fleshlight.
“You have potential,” he muses, dragging his cock on Felix’s tongue. “A bit more practice and I could see myself using your mouth all the time.”
It starts getting messy, drool slipping down the sides of Felix’s mouth and down his chin, loud noises filling up the room each time Chan drags Felix’s head down his cock.
Chan decides to see just how far he can push Felix’s limits, holding his head down until his nose is pressed up against Chan’s crotch. Less than fifteen seconds later, Felix taps on Chan’s thigh, not too urgently, so he lingers for a few seconds more and then lets him go.
Felix coughs wetly. His voice is hoarse when he asks, “Are you trying to kill me?” There’s a glare on his face when he looks up, but all Chan can think is how cute the expression is on him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like being used,” Chan retorts, helping Felix back up on his feet.
“I don’t,” Felix declares defiantly, as if daring Chan to contradict him.
It doesn’t work.
Chan shoots a pointed look at Felix’s dick. “I’m sure you don’t. Your dick must be hard for some other reason, then.”
Felix blushes, averting his gaze. “Sh–shut up. Anyone would get hard from the sexual energy in this room.”
“Sexual energy, huh?” Chan asks teasingly. It’s always been normal for them to bicker, but the underlying lewdness infused into their words is just another added layer to it now.
“Whatever, cunt.”
“Well, you’ve been pretty well-behaved so far… a world record,” Chan continues poking fun at Felix, “I guess you deserve to get a good fucking.”
Felix lets out a huge sigh. “Finally!”
Chan manhandles Felix into lying down on the couch and spreads his legs wide open, exposing him to his hungry eyes. He would be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d been dreaming of the day he would get Felix under him.
Leaning down over Felix and running his hands over Felix’s body, Chan can’t help but admire how beautiful his brother is. All lean muscles, slender, pretty freckles on his face and shoulders, and that one single freckle right under the swell of his chest that makes Chan want to put his mouth in it.
Felix’s plush lips look even more tempting than that, enticing Chan. He lowers his head, glancing at Felix and finding nothing but desire in his gaze, finally captures his lips in a heated kiss.
It doesn’t feel weird to kiss Felix like this for the first time. It feels a lot like coming home, like finding a place he belongs to without question. They fit so well together, like two pieces of a puzzle, like they were meant to become one like this.
Felix clumsily moves his lips against Chan’s own, endearingly inexperienced, inspiring thoughts of how precious he is. He has the urge to keep his brother all to himself, fucked full and sated on his cock alone, rather than share him with the world.
A brief pause for air has Chan staring down at Felix’s face, so attractively flushed with kiss-swollen lips, and he feels like he’s been missing out when they could’ve been doing this years ago.
“Your lips are so pretty,” Chan tells Felix, pressing a thumb down on his bottom lip, creating a dent down the middle. Felix’s tongue flicks against the tip of his thumb, pink and shiny, drawing Chan’s attention. “I could kiss you for hours…”
The compliment has Felix smiling bashfully at Chan as he tugs him down by the nape. “I like your lips, too, Channie… Kiss me more,” he demands, tilting his head up.
Chan has always been weak to Felix asking him for things, and this is no different. He lets himself get pulled down, meeting Felix’s lips with his own, relaxing into it. It’s a seamless transition into a full-blown makeout session, Felix’s tongue goading Chan until he licks into his brother’s mouth, taking charge of the pace.
Somewhere in the midst of their kissing, Felix had begun unconsciously moving his hips, grinding his cock against Chan’s thigh and smearing wetness on his skin. He moans into their kiss, fingers clenched tight around Chan’s biceps like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
Chan is the first to break away, holding Felix’s hips down to stop him from moving. Felix whines dejectedly, watching his brother through slitted eyes as he sits back on his haunches.
“Come on, let me see what I’m working with,” Chan coaxes, rubbing circles on Felix’s skin with his thumb. Felix shyly complies, spreading his legs wider to make room for Chan.
Now that Chan has a clear view of Felix’s ass, he sees the plug’s plain metallic base, so utilitarian that he resolves to buy his little brother some cuter ones—Maybe bejeweled? Or even a cute tailed one? Or both, he muses to himself.
Felix makes a noise that sounds half confused, half unwilling as Chan slowly pulls the plug out, making sure that his younger brother is appropriately stretched out by it. His rim shines with the leftover lube as the toy is withdrawn from it, glistening in a way that has Chan’s mouth watering.
As soon as he pulls the plug out, Chan sets it on the coffee table next to them and dives in face first, tonguing Felix a few times. It easily slips inside, going in as deep as he can force it to the sound of Felix’s throaty moans, keenly feeling the heat of Felix’s clutch. Felix’s lube coats his tongue, a sweet strawberry flavor he doesn’t mind the taste of.
“Fuck, your tongue!” Felix cries out as he rocks back against Chan’s tongue. When Chan looks up, he sees how much it’s affecting his brother to be eaten out like this, Felix’s head thrown back in pleasure.
Eventually, Chan starts to finger Felix, replacing his tongue with two fingers right off the bat considering how stretched he already is from his toy. Felix gasps, his knees attempting to close together, but Chan effortlessly holds them open as he fingers him.
“You taste so sweet, baby,” Chan remarks, licking his lips clean of any lube residue.
Once it feels like Felix is comfortable with the current stretch, his body not as tense, Chan introduces a third finger into the mix, a strangled moan escaping the back of Felix’s throat as the digit slips in with ease. By the looks of it, he was diligently preparing for Chan to come home and take his sweet ass.
Chan knows the moment he finds Felix’s prostate—Felix nearly dislodges his fingers as he almost arches his body off the couch, cock dripping wet from just a single touch. It doesn’t take much for him to find the best angle to help him play with Felix’s prostate.
“Hyung, Channie, please—wanna, wanna cum,” Felix stammers out, taking big, gasping breaths of air, eyes wide and shiny with unshed tears. “Don’t tease me…”
“But you’re so fun to tease, baby,” Chan coos, keeping his fingers pressed into Felix’s prostate, unmoving but still present, feeling his brother’s walls throbbing around them like a heartbeat. “Don’t you like it when I tease you?”
“God, please, gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Felix cries out, shaking so hard Chan stops putting pressure against his sweet spot. It works, Felix panting as he comes down from his near-climax, cock wet and twitching with how close he is.
The satisfaction Chan gets from bullying his brother sexually should be criminal—he wants to do it more, over and over, bringing Felix near the edge but never pushing him over it, only to do it all over again.
“Chan.”
The amount of raw, sheer desperation in Felix’s voice is staggering. Chan knows he’s going to hear it in his wet dreams, every time he closes his eyes and takes himself in hand, Felix’s voice will be there to help him finish.
“Not yet.”
Felix whines in disappointment at the denial. Even though Chan could continue playing with Felix’s body until he’s fully hard again, he wants Felix to cum while he’s cock-deep inside him.
Chan notices Felix’s hand creeping down and smacks it away. Felix tries again, so he takes both of his brothers hands in one and holds them up above his head, pinning them down by the wrist with a single one of his own, all the while rubbing his cock over Felix’s slick entrance.
It’s cute watching Felix struggle in place like he has a chance of breaking free of Chan’s grip. He starts squirming, huffing when Chan doesn’t let up.
“You want it that bad?” Chan grabs Felix’s dildo and coats it with the almost forgotten lube. He presses it against Felix’s hole, testing the give of his rim, then slowly pushes it inside. “You’ll need to get used to this before I give you the real thing.”
“Me–mean,” Felix sobs even as he takes the toy in.
“I’m only looking out for my little brother,” Chan says with faux concern, a smile tugging on his lips.
Chan works the dildo in without too much effort, listening to the melody of Felix’s soft, hiccuping moans as he fucks his brother with it. Just shallow thrusts to open him up, never allowing it to go too deep.
Felix’s cock jumps and twitches with every thrust, glistening with precum, a puddle forming on his stomach that is so precariously close to dripping down his sides and onto the couch underneath him.
“Chan, please let me cum, I’ll do anything,” Felix begs, straining to escape Chan’s hold. “Please, fuck me!”
Even in the face of Felix’s pleas, Chan remains steadfast. He’s just as horny, but he has the self-control that Felix hasn’t learned as of yet. It’s hard, but he keeps an impassive expression.
Chan can’t help but ask, a playful lilt to his voice, “What if my cock’s too big for you, hmm?”
Felix shakes his head with so much desperation. “It won't be, it’ll fit, please—I’ll make it fit!”
“Really?”
“I know it will, please,” Felix says with conviction.
Chan finally takes the dildo out and admires the gape it leaves, physically aching to fill that space with his cock. He lubes himself up and takes his cock in his free hand, rubbing Felix’s entrance with his tip, letting it catch a few times.
Felix raises his hips, trying to get it to slip into him, to no avail as Chan deftly angles away each time. Chan finally slides into him the moment he feels like his brother is about to reach his breaking point, watching as Felix’s mouth falls open in a silent cry.
“It’s in,” Felix breathes out with a mixture of relief and apprehension, shaking with the strain of accommodating Chan. His body won’t stop trembling even as Chan bottoms out, breathing heavily through his nose as he attempts to relax.
“Yeah, Lix… you did it, you took it all in,” Chan praises, taking his brother’s cock in hand. Pride flashes through Felix’s expression for less than a second, taken over by pure ecstasy at finally being touched.
Chan can tell that Felix is gradually relaxing as he strokes his shaft. Felix’s tight grip around him loosens bit by bit until he stops straining, body going pliant underneath him.
“There we go, baby, nice and easy,” Chan murmurs, grinding deep into Felix, a wounded noise escaping his little brother. It’s still so tight inside despite everything they’ve done to prepare, the warmth of its clutch taunting Chan with the unspoken possibility of remaining inside forever.
Grinding quickly becomes not enough, so Chan transitions to short thrusts, punching gasps and needy moans out of Felix. He wants nothing more than to let go of his control and pound into Felix, hard and fast, until he’s begging for Chan to stop, but isn’t really a mean person.
There will be other opportunities where Chan can do that, judging by how much Felix is enjoying just this much.
“Fuck,” Felix whimpers, clenching down with every thrust. He looks so pretty like this, too, hair spread out like a halo, skin flushed and highlighted by sweat.
Chan’s greed is a yawning maw, gaping wide, so hungry to keep this sight all to himself. He doesn’t want to share his gorgeous brother with anyone, and this further cements it in his mind. No one else deserves to have Felix like this, and no one will, even if he has to play the overprotective brother.
Before long, Felix is constantly letting out moans as Chan rocks into him, slow and deep, switching angles as he aims for his prostate. Sweat drips down the sides of his face, perspiration forming on his back, too, from how humid the living room has gotten from their fucking.
Chan immediately knows when he finds it—Felix chokes on a moan, looking at Chan with wide, disbelieving eyes, his body going taut like a bowstring.
“Right there!” Felix tries to free his hands once more, but Chan keeps them firmly in place.
Chan issues him with an ultimatum, his voice a low growl, “Either you cum on my cock, or not at all.”
Felix really does cry this time, tears flowing down his cheeks, but Chan doesn’t stop. Like a thread snapping, Felix releases untouched, just the way Chan wanted, hard enough that his cum spurts all the way up to his neck, leaving a trail down his chest and stomach, dripping down Chan’s closed hand, walls pulsing around Chan like he’s trying to milk him dry.
Chan fists Felix’s cock and squeezes out the last dregs of his cum, greedily watching it gather at the tip.
“Too much, Channie, too much—” Felix squirms, trying in vain to get away from Chan.
Chan gently shushes Felix. “I’m close, baby, just a bit more,” he reassures his little brother, releasing his hand only to put both hands on his waist and fuck him just a bit harder, focusing more on his own pleasure.
Seeing Felix crying even harder triggers something visceral in Chan, something so primal and deranged that he’s going to unpack at a later date, when he’s not balls deep in Felix and about to blow his load.
“Hyung,” Felix warbles, and Chan can’t hold back anymore, burying himself down to the hilt and cumming deep inside Felix’s tight hole, breeding his brother. Claiming him as his beyond the call of blood.
As soon as Chan stops moving, Felix stills, going limp like a puppet with its strings cut. “Fuck…” Chan surveys Felix’s wrecked body, cock twitching at the sight of his debauched brother, cataloging the bruises on his waist and making a mental note to suck some marks on him.
A part of him feels immense pride at being the one capable of ruining his brother to this extent, but he suppresses it and focuses on aftercare, tenderly wiping away the tears streaks from Felix’s slightly blotchy cheeks.
“Whew, it stinks of sex in here!”
Chan’s head whips towards the entrance, making eye contact with his parents for the first time in four years.
“Welcome back, Channie! Why didn’t you tell us you’d be coming?” their mum chides, simultaneously joyful and scolding.
“We would’ve picked you up from the airport,” their dad adds, taking the grocery bags in his hands to the kitchen.
“Surprise?” Chan voices weakly, not bothering to pull out of Felix. He mentally braces himself for the nagging that’s sure to follow. “Were you there the whole time?”
“No, we just got home,” their mum says, padding over to the kitchen. “You boys carry on, I know you have a lot to catch up on!”
If catching up entails more sex, then yes, Chan does have a lot to catch up on with his little brother. Maybe they could bond over some toys—he’s in the mood to spoil Felix with a Bad Dragon, but then the sudden mental image of Felix in cat gear pops into his head, which gets him thinking about ears and a tail, maybe a collar, too, if Felix is particularly into it.
Their dad pokes his head back into the living room, a disapproving look on his face. “Move to your bedroom, you two, or else you’ll be the ones getting the stains out the couch.”
“So–sorry dad,” Felix apologizes, attempting to get up, only to be held down by Chan again.
Chan looks at their dad sheepishly. “Could you get us some wipes? Or maybe a towel? I think the couch might get dirty if I pull out right now.”
Their dad walks back into the kitchen, grumbling, “Not even a day back and you’re already making a mess…”
“Never letting you fuck me again,” Felix whispers furiously, sounding annoyed. However, Chan knows his brother all too well.
Chan can’t suppress the smirk forming. “Yeah? I guess I wouldn’t be the one fucking you if you’re riding me,” he replies smugly.
Felix hisses, “Shut the fuck up, cunt.”
“Language, baby,” Chan sing-songs.
“I hate you.”
“Love you, too, little Lix.”
A towel smacks Chan right in the face. “Stop flirting and go get cleaned up!”