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No, Noel said, I won't give you a tattoo.
If you don't do it, I'll find someone else, Liam responded.
Just the thought of someone else using a needle to inject ink into Liam's clean, bare skin was enough to drive him crazy. Noel was furious, and as a result, he took his time closing the studio door. The sound of the lock clicking made Liam's body tremble uncontrollably. He was now trapped in a small, confined space, growing excited at the thought of what might happen next. What does he think I'm going to do to him? Noel wondered. Liam has finally grown into a little pervert.
“Never let anyone else tattoo you," Noel commanded. "Who do you think you are?" Liam retorted, "I'll do whatever I want." Noel, as if not hearing him, repeated firmly, "I said never." "And if I do?" Liam challenged, "What will you do to me? Lock me up? Break my arms and legs so I can't go anywhere?"
That's not a bad idea, Noel thought, but not good enough. "It will hurt," he warned, "Think carefully." "I've already thought about it," Liam's eager tone couldn't hide his excitement, "Hurry up, do it now."
He made Liam lie down on the workbench, the cold surface causing him to shiver upon contact. He instructed Liam to unbutton his own shirt, the pink nipples quickly stood up in the air, and though Liam's eyes silently urged him on, Noel ignored it, pulling out a bundle of rope. He wound it around Liam's body, securing him tightly to the bench.
"Why are you tying me up?" Liam asked casually. Oh, right, and that mouth of yours, too noisy. Noel thought. He grabbed a pair of his underwear and stuffed it into Liam's mouth. It might have been a bit gross, but being gentle with Liam wasn't necessary. Problem solved. Noel pulled out a folding bed—he often slept in the studio, so he had blankets and sheets ready. He casually tossed a blanket over Liam, who finally realized that Noel had no intention of giving him a tattoo and began to struggle fiercely. Let him fuss, Noel thought, he'll stop when he gets tired. Closing his eyes, Noel quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, he had almost forgotten about the incident. Liam was still asleep, and he casually pulled off the blanket. The pale skin of his little brother was chafed red by the ropes, leaving marks that looked almost like signs of abuse. He swallowed hard, his recently awakened member quickly swelling and hardening—
He didn't define this as some premeditated, tender lovemaking, so he almost entirely skipped the foreplay. He thrust into Liam's soft yet tight body. Liam had just woken up as his entrance was being ripped open, his muscles still sluggish, and before he could muster any sense of self-protection, he was breached by the thick, hard cock. A damp, defenseless sound escaped his throat, his awakening consciousness first noticing the vulnerable inner part being violated. Reflexively, his inner walls clenched, but this only served to make Noel feel even better.
"Noely, Noely—" He felt his cheeks burn, the thing between his legs swelling and hardening. His hips instinctively lifted, his gaze dazed and helpless as he looked at his brother. Why did it feel so good? Why? Noel hadn't even given him a kiss—why?
His legs were almost flattened, which was still bearable, but the repeated thrusts against that spot left him feeling utterly helpless. The head of his cock kept leaking thin precum. "Noel, Noel, what do you want from me? Can't you help me?"
"Shut up," Noel said, "Can't you be quiet?" He wanted to be quiet, but the wet sounds beneath him grew louder with each thrust. Lubricant and bodily fluids pooled at his entrance, and every time Noel slammed into him, it brought a searing pain. The pleasure, however, shot up his spine, unraveling every nerve fiber. He cried out, completely betraying his initial intention to stay silent.
Noel covered Liam's mouth, thrusting fiercely a few more times. Liam sobbed, feeling as though his insides were being dragged out by his brother’s cock. He trembled, yet his inner walls clung to it with a mindless desperation. Muffled by Noel's hand, he couldn't make a sound, but he could hear Noel panting even louder than him. Wasn't he supposed to be quiet? He wanted to mock his older brother, but he couldn't speak. Instead, he found himself loving the sound of Noel's voice. Look at this, Liam Gallagher could make his older brother lose control like this—who else could do that? He felt almost proud, wanting to see Noel unravel because of him.
Does thinking that way makes you feel better, while taking your brother's cock? Noel whispered into his ear, almost like a sweet hug, and Liam realizes that Noel has removed his hand from his mouth and that he probably says it out loud.
He feels so hot inside that his brain was probably burned too. He hadn't even touched his inside himself before Noel had used and fucked him. Noel's glans went deeper and deeper, as if searching for the softest spot where he would plant his seed. Liam knew, he just knew, he was going to be creampied, Noel hadn't had sex in weeks, and he was going to be filled with thick cum –
Noel ejaculated in his tight cunts, coating his inside with semen. He recovered from the climax, and Noel's long ejaculation had not stopped yet. He had never been ejaculated so much before, and Liam almost thought that he was being urinated in his stomach. No, no, he tried to put his legs together, at least to make himself less embarrassed, and not to ooze like an incontinent child when Noel just pulled out——
Liam bit his lower lip and tightened his hole. Damn Noel Gallagher, he should at least hug me. His older brother finally did what he wanted, untied his hands, and then lay on top of him. Their naked skin pressed against each other, Liam could keenly distinguish another scent of passion from the smell of shampoo at the roots of Noel's hair, this smell made him addicted, he raised his stiff and numb arms, even if he had just been fucked rough, he still wants to hug Noel into his arms. I love you, rkid, Liam thought, isn't this right?
They didn't embrace for long. Noel climbed off him, and a flicker of anxiety quickly rose in Liam’s chest. "Where are you going? No! Noel!" he called out, but Noel ignored him, simply re-tying his hands. "Fuck!" Liam struggled, "Let me go!" He glared as Noel's figure grew farther away, kicking his legs wildly, "Don't go, damn it, you cunt!"
Noel silently gathered alcohol swabs and piercing tools, then returned to the workbench with a cold silver tray, looking down at Liam. He put on rubber gloves and tore open an alcohol swab without a word.
"Rkid?" Liam tentatively called out, "What are you—what are you going to do?"
A cold swab landed on his left nipple, and he realized that during the frantic lovemaking, only his right nipple had been bitten until it was swollen and sore. The left one, neglected until now, was finally getting its due. Noel picked up the small, slightly hardened tip with a slender silver clamp, examining it thoroughly under the bright light. A sharp, fine piercing needle hovered above it.
If it just pierces in like this, I might die. Liam's body trembled with a mix of excitement and fear at the thought. He had just been fucked, his skin still radiating a satisfied warmth, and now he was about to be punctured by cold, clinical tools. Noel tilted his head calmly, examining Liam's body as if he were just another client, not his brother, lover, partner, or accomplice in sin—as if an hour ago he hadn't been aching with desire for Liam. The contrast only heightened Liam's excitement: if it weren't for the wrong time he would have been hard again. What will you do to me, Noel? What will you do?
He was pierced by that nail, like a fish or a piece of meat on a chopping board. His wrists instinctively struggled, Noel's foresight finally showed its worth. It hurt, a thousand times more than what he had initially asked for. He could feel the nail breaking through his skin, cutting through blood vessels, and soon piercing the skin on the other side. He heard ringing in his ears and the loud thumping of his own heartbeat, symptoms akin to oxygen deprivation. He began to breathe heavily, trying to fight off the dizziness in his brain. The pain was unbearable; he would rather be split in half than have his sensitive nipple pierced. He gasped for air, which sounded more like sobbing. He thought crying from the pain shouldn't be considered shameful—anyone who mocked him for it should try enduring such torture themselves. Noel pulled out the nail, the cold metal slowly leaving his body. He saw his nipple being lifted with tweezers, blood gushing from the pierced hole, flowing everywhere. Fear made his legs tremble; it was as if he had just been killed, waiting to be made into a specimen. And this was far from over.
Noel quickly inserted a shorter stud, one that would hinder the healing of Liam's nipple piercing. The pure silver wouldn't cause inflammation, but the fresh wound would inevitably leave his nipple swollen for days. He would constantly be distracted by the throbbing pain. From now on, he couldn't casually take off his shirt without explaining to everyone how he got that piercing. It was easy to imagine that this diamond-studded piece would become a point of pride for Liam, but before that, every time he saw it, he would first remember how Noel personally drove the cold piercing through him. Then he would think of Noel's eyes, how they had made love before the nipple piercing, and how Noel could later tug at his nipple with his teeth. Then he would get hard. Fuck, Noel Gallagher, fuck—
Noel tightened the nipple piercing and stood up, observing Liam's thin chest rising and falling with tension. Near his brother's heart, the pierced nipple was smeared with a ring of blood, stark against his pale skin. The vivid red nearly drowned out the tiny blue gem at the top of the piercing, a blue as deep as the tears welling up in Liam's eyes from the pain, as deep as their shared eye color. Noel removed his gloves, dipped his fingers in the blood, and smeared it across Liam's face, making his already pale complexion seem ghostly, while his blue eyes shone with an almost startling intensity.
Noel glanced down at Liam's legs, where there’s a pool of thick, milky come, freshly spilled, had soiled his workbench. The boy had shamelessly demanded his older brother's name tattooed on his chest, but instead, he was marked with a nipple piercing. He didn't know how to remove it; he didn't even dare to touch it. The area throbbed with pain, and he wanted to ask Noel to massage it for him or at least give him a painkiller. His chest hadn't been particularly sensitive before, but now he had an artificially created erogenous zone. He would get hard almost instantly when his nipple was played with, and Noel would undoubtedly mock him. Don't act like such a jerk, he'd say. You asked for this on yourself, Noel would reply. The brother he disliked was five years and five months older than him. That five-year gap had felt like an insurmountable chasm in childhood, a bridge between innocence and maturity during adolescence, and now, as they grew older, five years didn't seem like much at all. He thought, we’ll die at the same time. We'll rot together.
Noel wiped away the blood with a tissue, his tone stiff and halting as he repeated the aftercare instructions: try not to get it wet, avoid friction with clothing, apply ointment if it gets inflamed, don't touch it unnecessarily, avoid strenuous activity, disinfect when changing the stud... Even though they both knew Liam wouldn't listen to a word of it.
"Rkid," Liam interrupted, his voice trembling and hoarse, "you cunt, fuck me again."