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This has to be a twisted joke.
“Captain Hoshina, I know this isn't exactly common practice, and I apologize, but I didn't know what else to do anymore and-” The words spoken by his trusted friend and advisor attempting to explain the confusing situation fade into the background. The past few minutes are a blur and he's pretty sure his brain is playing tricks on him.
“...Captain?” his vice-captain, Narita, tries again when Soichiro still doesn't respond. The young man is sitting on a chair next to the infirmary bed Soichiro found himself in upon waking up a few moments ago and seems to grow increasingly panicked, given that his superior is just staring into the air with an unreadable expression without speaking a word.
His body hurts.
Soichiro seems to be hooked up to that irritating heart monitor yet again, its wires and leads feeling cool and foreign underneath the soft fabric of his clothes. It's nothing compared to the irritating beeping noise it causes occasionally, though. He pulls the white blanket covering his body up higher, eyes barely peeking out to acknowledge the presence of the two people in the room with him in disbelief.
Soichiro squints his eyes. One of them is unmistakably his vice-captain and the poor man is still busy with trying to get Soichiro out of his stupor. The other-
“C’mon, Aniki, ya should really listen to him.”
Soichiro seems to be more sleep deprived than he initially thought - way more sleep deprived than he initially thought. Or maybe he hit his head earlier and can’t remember it?
The scene unfolding in front of him makes him wonder if Narita can see Soshiro being there with them as well.
He knew that he missed the younger man but his mind playing tricks on him like this seems a little excessive even for him.
A thousand questions are running through Soichiro’s head. Why would his little brother be here? All the way over in Himeji? Sitting next to his infirmary bed like it's nothing out of the ordinary? How did he end up in this bed in the first place and why is the Soshiro-shaped hallucination talking about spending the weekend together all of sudden?
“Look, I know you're surprised and all but I'm already here so ya don't really have much of a choice. I took the weekend off to be here with ya - we could visit home, too. Only if ya feel up for it after what happened, of course.”
After what happened…
Yeah, Soichiro wonders what happened as well.
The older Hoshina takes a second to assess the condition he’s in. He couldn't see any visible injuries just now and it doesn't feel like any part of his body is wrapped in bandages. He feels exhausted, his head is pounding like hell as well and he can't remember the last time his back felt that uncomfortably sore. How long has he been lying here like this anyway?
Judging from the sparse sunlight shining inside through the small window over his bed, it's probably around early evening. Piecing all of that information together, he's pretty sure he fainted during one of the trials with the No. 12 suit again. Waking up in the infirmary became more of a regular occurrence these days. Unfortunately. He probably earned himself a concussion when passing out and now he's hallucinating some weird shit while recovering at the base.
That seems to be way more plausible than all of this being real.
The past few weeks have been hard on him. After Kaiju No. 9 was defeated and things slowly returned to normal, the JAKDF’S scientists had time to study the other Daikaiju that emerged during the cataclysm. While running some of their tests they discovered No. 12’s surprisingly high compatibility with Soichiro, much to the captain's delight.
Initially at least.
He was more than thrilled at the prospect of finally wielding a numbers weapon himself - something that would further link him with his brother on an entirely different level. Their aptitude for one another wasn't that surprising considering the fact that No. 10 and No. 12 were apparently closely related to each other - just like him and Soshiro are.
So, of course, he jumped right into it.
They did all kinds of tests before Soichiro even got to see the first parts of the suit that will be tailored - constructed - to fit his body. He requested for it to not be a full body suit just like his brother's. All in the name of mobility, of course - the design choices leading to the suit looking like an accompanying piece to Soshiro's is pure coincidence.
Yet, dealing with the scientists and engineers working on the No. 12 project, physical exams and synchronization trials on top of his responsibilities as the division's captain, made for long hours at the base and in his office with barely any sleep in-between. He can handle it, he was so sure of it. It will get better again once the trial phase is over. It’s an experimental piece of technology after all.
Realistically and to no one's surprise except his own, the situation took a toll on him either way.
“Do ya even hear me?” Soshiro walks over to sit on the bed and places a hand on his brother's shoulder to get him to look up at him.
Soichiro can feel the bed dip next to him and winces slightly when it aggravates the pain in his back. Yet, the hand on his shoulder feels soothing. He actually feels it, he realizes. This is real after all. Soshiro is real.
“I'll leave you two alone,” Narita says and hurries out of the room after bowing respectfully when he shuts the infirmary door behind him.
Both men are silent for a second, the situation sinking in.
“Did he call you to babysit me…?” Soichiro is staring holes into his way-too-sterile-looking surroundings at this point. The situation feels overwhelming, exciting and humiliating all at once.
“Listen, he told me what went down the past few weeks with the entire No. 12 situation… and I know you're an idiot with a habit of overdoin’ it and no regard for your own health.” Soshiro kicks off his boots before he's suddenly laying down next to his brother on the bed. “Ya need a break, Aniki, even if ya don't want to admit it.”
Soichiro turns around only to find Soshiro's face so close to his own that he can feel the younger man's breath on his lips and it takes all of his willpower to not get lost in Soshiro's unfairly beautiful eyes while that tantalizing feeling of having him in his immediate space takes over all of his senses in all the best ways despite the constant throbbing in his head.
“I still don't see why Narita would call you of all people when-”
“Ya know exactly why.”
Soichiro doesn't answer immediately, instead he just looks at his brother with half lidded eyes. “...you know I'd love to spend more time with you… right?”
Soshiro smiles and brings a hand to his brother's cheek. “We will,” he says. “Get some rest first, though. You'll feel much better after a quick nap.”
“And this is really… alright with everyone?” Soichiro still isn't sure if he should allow himself to stay away from work and training for the entire weekend, his sense of responsibility fighting against his need for rest and comfort.
“It is,” the younger man replies and lets his thumb brush over Soichiro's lips. “We talked everything through, your people are worried about ya - they'd be happy to see ya take a break.”
“I just don't- I don't know if-”
“Narita told me to chain ya to the bed if I have to.” Soshiro smirks as he cracks an eye open to muster his brother's reaction.
“...you wouldn't,” the older man mumbles.
“Only if that's something you're into.” Soshiro smiles all innocently and it earns him a chuckle from Soichiro.
“You’re really gonna stay with me all weekend?” There's uncertainty in the older man's voice but also an unmistakable hint of excitement.
“All weekend,” Soshiro confirms and hastily gets rid of his jacket before getting comfortable on the small bed with Soichiro again, pulling him a little closer to himself.
“Thank you…” he mumbles and buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck. His skin is so warm, it feels like home.
“How are ya feelin’?”
Horrible, he doesn't say. The trials are taking a noticeable toll on his body and his mental state. Every time he puts the suit on it's like the remains of No. 12 inside of it try to suck the life right out of him. So far, it seems like it's succeeding.
Soshiro defeated that monster, he recalls, maybe the younger man would do better.
“...tired,” Soichiro mumbles as he closes his eyes.
“They're gonna keep ya here for another two hours or so to monitor your vitals,” Soshiro says and starts to let his fingers run through his brother's long hair in an almost unfamiliar soothing manner. “I'll stay here if ya want.”
Soichiro knows it's not a question but a promise.
He nods barely noticeable before drifting off to sleep in his brother's embrace, the arm around his waist relaxing as the sound of his peaceful breathing fills the room and drowns out the heart monitor’s steady beeping.
—
“You’ll end up spoiling me to the point of no return and then I'll expect this treatment every time you come over.” Soichiro smirks and opens his mouth to accept the spoon full of soft chocolate ice cream Soshiro offers him before closing his lips around it. He hums and savors the cold but rich flavor on his tongue before releasing the spoon again, swallowing the sweet treat. “I can eat on my own, though, y’know? I admit I'm still feeling a little worn out from earlier but I'm not an invalid,” he teases Soshiro to enjoys the slightly pouty expression it earns him.
“Sure ya can,” his younger brother retorts while rolling his eyes in a playful manner. “But I said I'd take care of everything today and I mean it.”
“You are taking such good care of me already, Shiro.”
“I like to think that.” He grins in a self sufficient manner, locking eyes with his brother again. This side of Soshiro is so beautiful - a little annoying sometimes - but so beautiful.
After Soichiro had been allowed to leave the infirmary, Soshiro helped him walk home as they made their way to the older Hoshina's apartment outside the base. He was leaning heavily on Soshiro for the entire duration of the walk and yet, he still managed to grumble some halfhearted protests about being able to walk on his own and Soshiro being an ‘overbearing mother hen’ that the younger man took with a chuckle.
In the end, Soichiro flopped down on the couch the second Soshiro unlocked the door to his place. He was feeling a little better than before the joint nap but the exhaustion and fatigue were still wearing him down immensely and they ultimately made him succumb to sleep again on the couch mere minutes after they arrived. The younger man grabbed a blanket from his brother's bedroom to cover his tall frame resting on the soft cushions but Soichiro seemed to be too out of it already to register the act of kindness.
Soshiro used the opportunity to take a shower in his brother’s bathroom before he started cooking a light dinner for both of them, cleaning up the kitchen a little as he went about his task. He could hear the shower turn on again while preparing some rice and found the couch empty when peeking inside the living room with a small smirk on his face.
Soichiro returned some time later in a fresh pair of boxers and a loose fitting shirt, smiling as he laid eyes on the delicious food his brother prepared during his absence. They sat down together to eat, enjoying the domesticity of the situation.
Soshiro could see his brother grow more relaxed and cheerful over the course of the evening and knowing that he's responsible for it filled him with a sense of accomplishment. Once they finished dinner, he told Soichiro to pick a movie and to set up his laptop on the bed while he would take care of the dishes. The older man immediately jumped up from his seat and disappeared towards the bedroom in his usual cheery manner.
Once Soshiro put the dishes away, he grabbed a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer as well as two spoons before following Soichiro. He saw that the older man already got comfortable under the covers, patting the space next to him as he saw Soshiro enter the room.
“What are we watching?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed, handing Soichiro one of the spoons.
Soichiro smiled like a little kid as his eyes landed on the cup of ice cream - a smile that could make Soshiro melt anytime. He wasn't very surprised to see the familiar opening credits of Pacific Rim flicker on the screen of the laptop the next moment.
It’s adorable to see his older brother so excited at the prospect of cuddling and watching a movie together. He won't tease him about it, not today. Soichiro has earned himself a cozy movie night and Soshiro is more than happy to be part of it.
He scoops up another spoon of the cold and creamy snack. Just because he won't tease his brother about his childish excitement, doesn't mean he won't tease him at all - the evening is still young after all. With a mischievous grin, he holds the spoon a little further away from Soichiro's face this time.
Soichiro mimics his brother's grin, leaning forwards from his position on the bed to snatch the ice cream away from him only to groan in misery as an unexpected sharp pain shoots through his back. “Fuck…” he breaths and grits his teeth before immediately reclining to lean against the big pillow behind him again. “Is that normal after a failed synchronization? I'll have to have a word with some of the engineers about that.”
“Don’t ya think you’re just getting old?” Soshiro stifles a laugh and shoves the spoonful of ice cream into his own mouth.
“You'll get there as well,” the older Hoshina huffs and brings his hand behind his back to press into the sore spot on his lower spine gently.
“I am takin’ breaks when my body tells me to, unlike someone.”
Smart ass.
“Like you're not a workaholic yourself,” Soichiro grumbles. “You're even worse than I am.”
“Ya don't know that.”
"Yeah, I do." He slowly releases the pressure on his back when the flare of pain ebbs down as abruptly as it showed up. “I wouldn't be surprised if Captain Ashiro calls me one day to ask the same thing that Narita asked of you.”
Soshiro is about to argue but Soichiro unfortunately has a point. Mina does keep lecturing him about the importance of breaks and taking the recovery period after getting injured more seriously. A forced vacation might not sound like the next logical step in most people's minds but he knows his captain - no matter if that's a good or a bad thing.
“I'll use our time here together to relax, no further intervention needed.”
“I'll hold you to that.” Soichiro knows they are both lost cases. “For starters… you could lay down with me, what does that sound like?”
Soshiro smirks before crawling closer to Soichiro on the bed, settling in beside him and laying his head on his brother's broad chest.
After a short moment of peace and just enjoying the closeness they share, he decides to take a step further. “Aniki, just how much relaxation are ya up for tonight?” Soshiro looks up at him through half lidded eyes while his skilled hand slowly creeps its way underneath the older man’s shirt, grazing the sensitive skin of his abs.
Oh god.
Soshiro's low and sultry voice sends a hot wave of arousal crashing through his body immediately. It almost makes him feel embarrassed about how easily his voice can get him so riled up. What right does the younger man even have to sound that sexy when he's horny?
Soichiro can feel his heartbeat speed up rapidly as it hammers against his ribs - and with how close Soshiro is to his chest-
“I can tell ya like the sound of that.” He smirks, obviously aware of the spike in his brother's pulse and the effect he's having on him.
Soshiro likes playing games and Soichiro is more than eager to comply.
“How could I not?” The older Hoshina is surprised he manages to string the words in his head together at all with how love and lust are clouding his senses. All he can focus on is the hypnotizing touch of Soshiro's fingers on his abdomen, how they are tracing the hard muscles there as they steadily make their way downwards the path of silvery white hair leading to his crotch.
“You're so worked up already and I'm barely touchin' you.” As if to prove his theory, Soshiro moves his hand down further and presses his palm against the slight bulge that's starting to form in Soichiro's underwear. He spreads his fingers over the tender area, mind set on getting those enticing sounds he loves so much to leave his brother's lips.
“S-Shiro, god, please…”
Soshiro’s attention involuntarily shifts to Soichiro’s lips. Those parted, inviting and sinfully beautiful lips that are just waiting to get claimed in a heated kiss. He angles his head up and grabs his brother's face with the hand that’s currently unoccupied while the other one continues to palm Soichiro’s half-hard cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Soichiro finds the strength to pull Soshiro closer, basically making him lie on top of him as their lips meet in a messy but loving kiss. Soshiro uses the shift in position to bring his other hand up to his brother's face as well, pulling him deeper into the kiss and letting his tongue slip past Soichiro's lips.
He pulls away only to draw in some more air before capturing the older man's lips again immediately. Soichiro whines barely audibly - Soshiro could get lost in those sounds. The fierceness of the kiss earns him the most wonderful and seductive moan when he bites down on Soichiro's bottom lip until he draws blood. Soshiro licks it up immediately afterwards by letting his tongue caress the bruised skin sensually, savoring the tempting taste of it.
“Fuck, you're desperate, ain't ya?” Soshiro breathes out as they break the kiss and he gets a nice view of Soichiro's blissed out face. The way he's barely able to keep his eyes open and the way his chest moves rapidly with each laboring breath he takes. He's panting at this point, mouth opened as his brain tries to make sense of what those irritating and addicting sensations racking his body are.
“Shiro- you…” he stutters as all words except his brother's name leave his mind.
“That's right, moan my name.” The younger Hoshina brings his lips dangerously close to Soichiro's ear and relishes in the strangled moan the words elicit from him.
He could get used to this.
“Feelin’ good?” Soshiro asks and closes his eyes before pressing his forehead against Soichiro's.
The older man grabs his brother's hips in response, pulling him down onto him so their cocks can rub together, only separated by the thin fabric of their underwear.
“Got it.” Soshiro smirks and grinds down hard on Soichiro, grabbing his shoulders in the process to stabilize himself.
The movie is still playing in the background, providing them with a dim lighting and a comfortable background noise as they make themselves at home on Soichiro's bed.
“Soshiro, fuck, I-” He arches his back as he groans again.
Soshiro is about to tease him about it but his eyes snap open when he realizes it isn't a sound of pleasure at all. He sits back and stares into his brother's face that’s scrunched up in discomfort and immediately crawls off of him, settling in next to him instead. “Shit, did I hurt ya?”
“...‘s not your fault,” he brings out through gritted teeth as he rolls onto his side, facing Soshiro. “Just… I'm sorry.”
Soshiro moves closer and brings an arm around his brother's waist as he watches him relax slowly.
Soichiro takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again.
It's like they get lost in each other’s gazes for a fleeting moment of peace. As tempting as sex sounds right now, being here together, existing in the same space as the other - Soshiro loves all about it.
“Don't ya worry about it,” he tries to reassure Soichiro and kisses his forehead. “It's okay, we can just cuddle if your back-”
“But I really want to. Shiro, I want you, please.”
“We can think of something else, I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he replies, keeping his voice firm as he tries to act like his brother's whiny tone isn't affecting him.
“I'll be fine in a sec-”
“No.”
Soichiro flinches.
“How about…” Soshiro trails off and presses a kiss to his brother's chin before smiling at him. “How about I give ya a massage instead and we go from there?”
“You would?”
“I'd love to.”
The older man smiles, gratitude radiating off of him.
“Don't worry, I'll have my fun as well.”
Now, this is even more promising.
“Fine, have your way with me,” he encourages him and sits up carefully, still a little hunched over. “How would you like me?”
Soshiro smirks.
Fuck, he looks so good with the dim light playing around his sharp features. It makes his eyes light up in a way that's almost hypnotizing.
“Take your shirt off first.”
Soichiro does as he's being told without asking any questions, removing his shirt swiftly and throwing it onto the bed while panting softly - obviously affected by his brother's commanding tone.
The younger man sits down behind him, pressing his chest into his back as he wraps his arms around him. “On your stomach. Face down.”
The words have Soichiro see stars. Goosebumps prickle on his skin as the words sink in and he obeys without a second thought, laying down with his chest facing the mattress. “You're not making this any easier,” he whines, feeling his cock twitch against his constraining underwear.
“Relax, Aniki,” he muses and leans down over his brother's muscular body to straddle his thighs before placing a kiss between the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. “I'll make sure we enjoy ourselves without causin’ you any pain.”
Having those words whispered into his skin while feeling Soshiro's body pressed into his own is enough for Soichiro to disregard all reason and surrender himself to his brother completely. He trusts him. He trusts him like no one else.
“Alright, just be gentle.”
“Ya know I'll take my sweet time.” His voice is low, raspy and sexy in a way that could make Soichiro's brain short-circuit. “But for now let me know if you're comfortable like this.”
“It’s fine but maybe… a pillow or two would do the trick,” Soichiro mumbles as he looks around on the bed to find something to cushion his body with.
“Gotcha.” Soshiro climbs down from his brother's thighs to grab two pillows before bringing them over to where he's lying. “Need help with those?”
“It's okay,” he smiles and takes one of the pillows, placing it underneath his hips carefully before lowering himself on it again to see if it helps his sore back a little. “Yeah, this is fine.”
“The other one for your head?” Soshiro asks and doesn't even wait for the older man to nod before carefully placing it underneath him. Soichiro crams it closer to himself until his head is resting comfortably on the soft material.
“I think I could fall asleep like this…” he mumbles into the pillow and sighs as relaxation slowly takes over his exhausted body.
“Still up for the massage, though?”
“From my beloved baby brother? Always.” Soichiro turns his head up a little to smile at him.
Soshiro swiftly straddles his thighs again, sitting down gently and putting on a professional expression before letting his eyes wander over the expanse of Soichiro's muscular back.
Decades of training and fighting are visible in front of him - scars and steeled muscles flashing up at him at all once as he lets his fingers carefully explore the ridges of his brother's shoulder blades. He lets them dance over his skin, featherlight at first, barely grazing the soft skin before gently pressing down a little more and bringing his palm into contact with the firm surface.
What he feels is tight - too tight for his liking - so he starts to gently massage the stiff and overworked muscles with his skilled hands.
Meanwhile Soichiro sinks deeper into the mattress and the pillows, completely overwhelmed by the heavenly feeling of Soshiro's calloused and strong hands on his back. The pressure he applies is just right, pressing in deep enough to loosen the tight muscles but not deep enough to cause him any discomfort.
Soshiro keeps letting his hands wander higher, brushing them over Soichiro's shoulders and up the base of his neck, lightly pressing his fingers down there as well until Soichiro lets out a breathless moan so beautiful that Soshiro thinks his brother came right there on the spot.
What a pretty picture that would be - Soichiro coming undone under his soft touches, humping into the pillow underneath him and spilling his cum onto the mattress just from Soshiro caressing him all innocently, all while he's sitting on his brother's thighs, his own now aching cock so close to Soichiro's ass that's it's almost teasing.
He lets his hands wander downwards again, placing them a little above Soichiro's waist before his thumb starts rubbing circles there.
“I’m not hurting ya, am I?” Soshiro whispers as he leans forward, resting his chest over Soichiro's back, hips pressed to his ass.
A soft sigh escapes the older Hoshina’s mouth as his fingers dig into the bedsheets. “Shiro…” he basically whines as he head rolls to the side, his glossy eyes unable to focus on anything in the dark room. “Feels so good…’
“Does it now?” Soshiro smirks and playfully bites at his brother's ear. “You like my hands on your waist? My chest pressing against your back?” His voice is back to this wonderfully seductive tone from before, the sweet words striking a nerve deep inside Soichiro.
“...’s so good,” the older man whimpers, his body tensing up slightly as Soshiro's hips start moving just enough for Soichiro to feel his brother's erection rub against his thigh.
“I bet you do,” Soshiro whispers into his ear. “Ya like my cock rubbin’ against your pretty ass like this? Feelin’ me get hard just from seein’ ya underneath me without havin' to move a finger yourself?
“Fuck,” Soichiro whines and starts moving his hips, chasing the frustratingly little friction the pillow underneath him offers.
“Let me take care of ya.” Soshiro's breath is hot against his ear - the comfort and the promise it offers feel incredibly tempting. “Rest,” he adds in a low whisper. “Let me do the work tonight.”
“But you-”
“I can wait,” he says as his fingers hook underneath the waistband of his brother's boxers. “This is only the start of our weekend together.”
Soichiro moans again when he feels Soshiro's lips on his neck, kissing their way down along his spine and there's no way he can argue with Soshiro's logic like this. The gentle caresses feel so soft he almost forgets about the pain in his back. “Keep… keep going.” Soichiro doesn't care how needy he might sound right now. He is desperate for his younger brother's touch, for his attention and care.
“Dontcha worry,” he mumbles into Soichiro's back as he pulls his brother's boxers down to his knees in one swift motion while trying to not change their position too much. “I don't plan on stoppin’ now."
Soichiro gasps as his aching erection makes contact with the cool air of the bedroom. An overwhelming sense of need taking over his senses. Before he can even think about touching himself, Soshiro's voice cuts through the heated atmosphere again.
“Suck,” the younger man commands as he shoves two fingers inside of Soichiro’s mouth.
His eyes widen, taken aback by the brashness of his brother's words and the sudden action. Despite the shock, Soichiro complies and takes the fingers Soshiro holds out for him into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around them as he closes his eyes.
“Good boy,” Soshiro praises him and Soichiro can feel himself getting painfully hard. “Keep going, just a little more.”
Soichiro moans around his brother's fingers, sucking them deeper into his mouth as he imagines the cute face Soshiro would make if he were to actually suck him off right now.
“Just a little more and I'll touch ya in all the ways I know ya love so much.”
Soichiro doesn't dare to open his mouth around the fingers, sensually sucking on them as if he had his head between Soshiro's legs. Meanwhile the younger man watches Soichiro’s head bob back and forth with delight and hunger in his eyes.
“You're doin’ so good for me,” Soshiro whispers. “So good.”
There's drool running down Soichiro's lips at this point but he's determined to keep his brother's finger inside of his mouth until the younger man is satisfied, sucking and moaning around them for as long as he wants him to.
He's surprised when Soshiro suddenly pulls his fingers away without a warning, his eyes opening slowly as he looks up at his brother's face next to his with a thoroughly blissful expression. “S-Shiro?”
“Time for your reward,” Soshiro whispers and positions himself above Soichiro again. The way his brother instinctively arches his bare ass up a little towards him nearly sends his head spinning. He smirks at the needy display he's allowed to witness before playful smacking Soichiro's ass cheek.
“Please,” Soichiro gasps as he buries his face into the pillow again, face flushing furiously as he feels Soshiro's hand running over his butt in a more massage-like motion to test what reactions he can get out of him.
“Feelin’ good?” the younger man muses as he brings the saliva-coated fingers to Soichiro's rim agonizingly slow, drawing out the pretty moment of his brother writhing underneath him, full of anticipation and need.
Soichiro is panting hard as he feels the tip of Soshiro's fingers press against his hole. He grits his teeth at the intrusion while simultaneously trying to relax as much as he can as the familiar feeling of being filled floods his senses. He lets out a breathless moan as the first digit makes it inside of him, carefully stretching him open with slow, steady movements.
Soshiro smirks as his finger glides right in, barely meeting any resistance at all despite not even using actual lube. “Is that why ya took so long in the shower earlier?” he teases and unexpectedly adds a second finger. “Were ya hopin’ to get fucked by me so ya prepared in advance?”
Soichiro grunts as the second finger stretches him oh-so-delightfully. He can feel the embarrassment rise to his face in response to his brother's teasing words but he can't deny that it turns him on tremendously at the same time. “I was-” he stutters before gripping the bedsheets harshly. “I was hoping you'd fuck me, Shiro… I missed you so much.”
“I missed ya, too,” Soshiro whispers and leans down until he's close to Soichiro's ear again, the hot breath making him shiver. “What were ya thinkin’ about all alone in the shower while I was waitin’ next door, huh?”
‘I wanted-” he starts but his voice gives out on him as Soshiro uses his fingers to scissor him open all of sudden, a greedy moan filling the air of the bedroom.
“What did ya want?” he breathes into Soichiro's ear, his fingers never stopping their gentle movements. “Did ya think about me suckin’ ya off? Or were ya thinkin’ about how good it would feel if your little brother stuffed ya all full of his cock?”
Soichiro can feel a single tear slip down his face. The stimulation from Soshiro's fingers combined with the devilish sweet words he's whispering into his ear send chills through his body, leaving him unable to answer. He’s pretty sure he could cum from listening to Soshiro’s voice alone.
Soshiro continues his movements and gently bites down on the shell of his brother's ear for a moment, making him whimper in the process. “Do ya want me inside, Aniki?”
“Ahhh, Shiro…”
“I'll make ya feel so good,” the younger man promises. “Just say it.”
“P-Please…” Having his younger brother so close to him leaves Soichiro feeling like his whole body is on fire. He feels how his ass is subconsciously grinding against the younger man's fingers, how his own fingers dig into the bedsheets like a lifeline and how Soshiro's hardened nipples press against his bare back even through the fabric of the shirt his brother is still wearing. It's a wonderfully overwhelming mix of sensation and Soichiro can't find a favorite out of all of them. However, there's one feeling he misses.
“Fuck me,” Soshiro rasps. “Is that what ya were tryin’ to say?”
“Please you can- I’m ready for you.”
Soshiro hums as he carefully lets a third finger enter his older brother's hole, gently stretching him open a little more while keeping his position on top of him and pushing his fingers in and out at a slow pace. “So tight for me,” he purrs and lets his lips hover over Soichiro's neck for a second before scraping his teeth against it lightly.
The feeling leaves him gasping for air as Soshiro decides to go a step further and gingerly sinks his fangs into his nape. It stings for a second. He's not biting down hard enough to draw blood but Soichiro is sure it will leave a little mark that his brother will be more than happy to admire in the morning. The thought is exciting - Soshiro claiming him in a way that other people can see, a small piece of his own skin carrying his brother's love.
This idea combined with the relentless movement of Soshiro's fingers drive him to the brink of madness while leaving his entire body feeling boneless at the same time. Soshiro touches him in a possessive, yet gentle way and it makes him feel like Soshiro is aiming for nothing but Soichiro's pleasure - like he wants his brother to feel satisfied above everything else.
The gentle lovemaking has Soichiro's stomach feel like it's doing flips and he craves the comfort of his brother's body on top of him - his weight pressing against him, connecting him to the present, keeping him safe and making him feel loved.
“I don't wanna wait any longer,” Soshiro declares and pulls his fingers out agonizingly slowly. “Got any lube here?”
Soichiro nods as another breathless moan leaves his lips, mourning the loss of his brother's fingers inside him. The anticipation of what's about to come next makes up for it, though.
“Usual place?” Soshiro lifts his head up.
“Usual place,” the older Hoshina confirms and lets out a sigh as Soshiro moves off him to crawl over to the nightstand. His eyes follow his brother's silhouette as he moves over the bed and reaches for the drawer.
Soshiro smirks as he finds the bottle of lube and some condoms, pulling both out before heading back to where Soichiro is still lying on the bed. “All prepared,” he coos and leans down to kiss his brother's cheek, who closes his eyes in response to savor the feeling of Soshiro’s soft lips on his sweaty skin.
“Don't need those,” Soichiro mutters as he opens his eyes again and nods his head to the condom in Soshiro's hand.
“Oh?” The younger man grins as he realizes what Soichiro is referring to. “Ya sure about that? I don't mind.”
“...’m sure,” he mumbles and looks up at Soshiro with his half lidded crimson eyes, the trust he's trying to communicate at the moment lingering behind them.
I want that with you, only with you.
“Gotcha,” Soshiro replies and climbs on top of Soichiro again. “Relax for me,” he whispers as he brings one of his hands to Soichiro's ass to gently knead the firm skin.
Soichiro grunts and he presses his face further into the mattress, arching his back up in the process until the hand that was on his ass gently pushes him down.
“Careful with that,” Soshiro says. “Don't wanna cause ya any pain.”
Soichiro nods and tries to relax the muscles around his spine and shoulders again, bringing his hips back on the pillow beneath him. The friction it causes feels exciting and it makes him shiver in anticipation, a warm feeling running through his whole body yet again.
Soshiro seems to be pleased by his brother's reaction and continues to massage his lower back gently before uncapping the lube and squeezing a generous amount of it onto his fingers. “Can I?”
“Go… ahead, please,” Soichiro breathes and lets himself sink deeper into the soft surface below him.
“So good for me,” the younger man whispers as he leans over him yet again to press a kiss to his shoulder before letting the first lube-covered finger circle around Soichiro's entrance.
Soichiro gasps as Soshiro slowly pushes it in. It feels cold at first but it's undeniably pleasurable. He subconsciously rocks his hips back a little from his position on the bed, greedily trying to get the more friction out of it without moving too much.
Soshiro understands immediately and slips the second finger inside effortlessly, carefully scissoring Soichiro open a little more just like before. His fingers move in and out in a steady and slow rhythm as the lube helps him push his digits inside even deeper. The younger man basks in the little sounds of pleasure leaving his older brother's lips, each moan and whimper stirring him on even further.
“Careful now…” he warns with a smirk and uses one arm to prop himself up a little more above Soichiro before inserting a third finger slowly. He teases his brother by only pushing his fingers in slightly, offering him the satisfying stretch he seems to crave so desperately while simultaneously keeping the addicting stimulation from him for just a little longer. Soshiro keeps close watch of his brother's face while fingering him - how his cheeks flushed red the second he got his hands on him again and how his lips part with each thrust of his fingers. “Ya look so pretty like this,” Soshiro muses. “Look at me, Aniki.”
Soichiro opens his eyes slowly, the white eyelashes framing his fox-like eyes in a way that makes him seem way younger than he actually is. His entire face is filled with bliss as their eyes meet and Soshiro smiles at him.
“Any pain?” the younger man asks, the movements of his fingers not stilling in the slightest.
Soichiro shakes his head and Soshiro takes it as an invitation to push his fingers in further, keeping close watch of his brother's face and enjoying the way his eyes nearly roll back as he hits a sensitive spot.
“...please,” the older man gasps. “I want you inside.”
“Just a little more,” Soshiro says and brings his lips to his brother's back again. “Just wanna make sure I won't hurt ya.”
He keeps fingering Soichiro's hole while his own cock is straining uncomfortably against his boxers. It's okay, he thinks. This is about Soichiro, not him. They fall into a comfortable pace, Soshiro's fingers gliding in easier with every push until a groan from Soichiro pulls him out of the comfortable trot.
“I’ll- Soshiro, I'm gonna cum,” he stutters and pants heavily as his hips grind into the pillow underneath him. “S-Stop…”
“Why stop?” Soshiro purrs, and kisses a trail down his brother's spine. “Don't want to finish without my cock inside you?”
“Fuck, yes,” he brings out through gritted teeth, his own hand finding a way underneath his body to squeeze his throbbing erection slightly, keeping the impending orgasm at bay. “Please don't- don't make me wait any longer.”
Soichiro whines in frustration when the younger man pulls his fingers out and reaches for the bottle of lube instead of inserting them again. “Ya sure about not wantin’ to use a condom?”
“I'm sure,” he confirms, trying to organize his messy thoughts again. “I want you and only you.”
“I'll give ya all of me.”
Soichiro can feel the bed dip beside him as Soshiro climbs off him to remove his underwear, the boxers thrown somewhere behind them. A familiar weight settles on his thighs again and it lets the excitement inside of him bubble up even more than before.
Soshiro squeezes some more lube into his hand, spreading it over his neglected cock that sprung free the second he took his boxers off and gives himself a few strokes that feel long overdue. He guides his erection to Soichiro's waiting hole, pressing the blunt tip against it carefully while his unoccupied hand gently strokes the older man's thigh.
The simple motion has Soichiro cursing under his breath. It feels so good, so different from his brother's fingers but just as tantalizing.
“Shiro…”
“Shit,” Soshiro curses and pushes the tip in at a maddening slow pace. The feeling of Soichiro's clenching walls around him is just as addicting as the sinful moans filling the atmosphere. He pulls out again, only to thrust in a little deeper this time, feeling the tight muscles accommodate to his girth.
Soichiro mimics his brother's cursing, digging his fingers into the bedsheets while he's barely able to keep his eyes open. It must be such a messy sight, a little drool running down his chin, his eyes all glossy while a feverish, red blush adorns the sharp features on his face. There's only one plea at the tip of his tongue - he doesn't want Soshiro to stop.
“Feeling alright?”
“More- more than that,” he gasps as the movements of his younger brother's hips rock his body. “Please keep going.”
He doesn't need to be told twice. Soshiro grabs Soichiro’s waist harshly, pushing him down onto the mattress before burying his cock inside him completely with a groan as he collapses on top of the older man.
The feeling of being filled by his brother's cock is even more thrilling than he remembers. Soichiro can feel him twitch inside of him as Soshiro's chest suddenly collides with his back, the younger man's cheek now resting on his shoulder as he lets out a satisfied sigh and wraps his arms around his chest. They're lying on top of each other now, the only thing separating them is the thin fabric of Soshiro's unnecessary shirt.
The younger man grunts before moving his hips again, never leaving his position on top of Soichiro. His movements are slow - lazy even, but the relaxed pace feels so right, so comfortable.
It's different from the greedy kind is sex Soichiro is used to from Soshiro. He's taking his time with him, making sure he's as comfortable as he can be.
“...’s so good, Shiro,” Soichiro mumbles as another thrust of Soshiro's hips elicits a high-pitched moan from him. The arm around his torso tightens, his brother's chest pressing into his back harder.
“God, you're doin’ so well for me,” he whispers into Soichiro’s ear. “Takin’ me so well. So tight and desperate for me.”
The older man nearly screams in pleasure as the hand that's wrapped around his chest moves to his pecs to teasingly squeeze one of his nipples. Soshiro knows his body better than he knows it himself sometimes. The added stimulation makes him shiver and he can't help but moan loudly. It’s embarrassing and Soichiro tries to bury his face in the pillow supporting his head but his brother's voice stops him.
“Let the neighbors hear,” Soshiro mutters and pulls on the neatly braided white hair as if to warn him. “Don't stop makin’ those pretty sounds for me. I like when you're bein’ all loud.”
“Can't- I can't help it,” Soichiro tries to defend himself but it dies down in his throat as Soshiro's hand keeps playing with the hardened buds. The younger man is right, there is no reason to hold back - Soichiro is enjoying himself in a way that's almost too good to put into words.
“Should I move my hand?”
Soichiro knows what he's referring to and while he'd love to have his brother's hand on his cock instead, he can't deny that his fingers playing with his nipples is an utterly amazing feeling. “I'll manage,” he breathes and starts grinding his cock against the pillow a little more harshly.
“You're gonna make a mess,” Soshiro teases. “Gonna cum all over the sheets?”
“I-”
“Next time,” he grunts. “I wanna see your face the entire time, need to kiss you more.”
Soichiro swallows, the prospect of getting fucked while they're face to face makes the heat rise to his face. Soshiro seems to have taken a liking to shutting him up with kisses, not that this is something Soichiro would complain about.
“Or maybe you want to switch next time?” he continues, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. “I'd love to let you fuck me, too.”
Soichiro's ears perk up at Soshiro's words. They're both comfortable with bottoming for each other but the last few months, it was almost exclusively Soshiro topping his brother.
“Would you want- would you want me like this?”
“Always,” Soshiro moans into the skin of his older brother's back, knowing exactly what the seductive words are doing to him. “I love havin’ ya inside me, ya fill me up so well.”
“I want to feel you,” Soichiro breathes and tries to turn his face a little more to catch a glimpse of Soshiro's expression. “Just like that.”
“I'll let ya,” he whispers and keeps rolling his hips. “I know you're gonna take such good care of me.”
“Shiro-”
“Ya know,” he says before Soichiro can finish his sentence. “Ya could wake me up by rubbin’ your cock between my thighs, spoonin’ me from behind while pullin’ me into your chest.”
“Shit, Soshiro, you're-” Soichiro can't bring himself to interrupt his brother's words any further, the scene he's painting in his head nearly too much to handle - too beautiful to be real. There's no denying that they'd both enjoy it immensely.
“And then, when ya get a little careless, you'll wake me up,” Soshiro continues. “I'll wake up with your hard cock between my legs and you're gonna be behind me, pantin’ and so desperate for me to let ya continue, right, Aniki?” He draws out the last word on purpose, the increased squirming of Soichiro's body underneath him telling him everything he needs to know. “Shall I keep goin’?” he whispers.
“Please,” Soichiro whines. He can't deny that Soshiro has a way with words, it feels sensual to listen to him. The older man's head starts spinning between the repetitive motion of Soshiro thrusting into him slowly and the sinful images taking a vivid shape inside of his head.
“I'll beg ya to fuck me properly,” the younger man says before pressing a kiss to Soichiro's neck again, sucking on the delicate skin gently. “You're gonna hold me so close to your chest and I'll fit right into your arms, just like your big cock is gonna fit right inside me.”
At this point, Soichiro isn't sure what exactly is happening anymore, his erection is twitching against the pillow and the urge for release is growing steadily just like the desire to actually fuck his little brother right here on the spot.
“Or maybe not fitting so well?” Soshiro grins and moves the hand that was on Soichiro’s chest until just a moment ago downwards a little, letting his fingers brush over his brother's abs before pressing down on his lower abdominal area gently. “You're gonna end up feelin’ yourself move inside me when ya hold me like that.”
Soichiro's eyes snap open, pupils going wide as his mind registers what exactly Soshiro is hinting at. Sure, his brother’s frame is considerably smaller than his own, he’s a little slimmer maybe, with a flat and muscular stomach but there's now way he-
“Ahhh, Onii-chan…”
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Soichiro's orgasm hits him hard.
He groans into the mattress as the load of sticky cum spills all over the pillow and his stomach, surely covering Soshiro's hand there as well. He keeps rocking his hips forward gently, trying to ride out his orgasm while still feeling his brother's cock thrust into him without a break.
“Then you're gonna cum just like that,” the younger man whispers. “Inside me.”
“You- you really…?” Soichiro is trying to find his voice again but a sudden warm feeling filling him up from the inside keeps him from verbalizing his thoughts as Soshiro snaps his hips forward roughly one last time while grunting loudly, clinging to his back and letting his weight rest there completely. He stills momentarily and breathes in Soichiro's scent, pressing his face against the warm skin.
“That’s gonna be a mess to clean up,” the younger man mumbles, turning his head a little to catch some air.
“Yeah- yeah, it might be,” Soichiro agrees, still a little breathless. “I don't think I can get up now, though.” His entire body feels limp, his skin is tingling and the weight of his brother's body is pressing him into the mattress just right - he knows he shouldn't, but he surely could fall asleep like that.
Soshiro exhales softly before speaking again. “I'll grab a washcloth.”
“Stay,” Soichiro whines and it earns him an amused chuckle from the younger man.
“Later,” Soshiro promises and slowly lifts himself off him, much to Soichiro's dismay.
"Don't leave.” Soichiro's pout is adorable and Soshiro leans down again to kiss his brother's nose before crawling to the edge of the bed and discarding his sweaty shirt.
“Will be back in a second,” he says and hurries towards the bathroom.
Soichiro groans as he lies there in the middle of the bed alone, feeling sticky and warm and empty without Soshiro near him. He rolls onto his side, pushing his boxers down over his ankles before throwing them into some corner in the room.
“What earns me this vicious attack?” Soshiro laughs as he enters the bedroom again just a few moments after leaving, barely dodging the flying underwear that nearly hits him in the face in the process.
“Sorry,” Soichiro mumbles and stretches his arms out towards Soshiro as he sits down on the bed again.
Soshiro hums and scoots closer to where his brother is lying, helping him sit up against the pillows before handing him a glass of water.
“No gentle cleaning me up with a washcloth?” Soichiro accepts the drink gratefully but can't help but tease Soshiro a little.
“I cleaned myself up with a washcloth.” The younger man grins as he looks down at the messy, white fluid decorating his brother's abs. “Can ya walk?” he asks and takes the glass from him again before setting it down on the nightstand.
“I think so.” Soichiro carefully moves his legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed before standing up on slightly wobbly legs.
“I'll take care of the bed,” the younger man says and Soichiro can hear the rustling of the bedsheets behind him as he walks out of the room, the feeling of his brother's lips on his skin still fresh in his mind.
—-
When Soichiro walks back into the bedroom after taking a quick shower and putting on a fresh pair of boxers, the scene unfolding in front of him makes him wish he had a camera on him.
Soshiro changed the sheets and put the laptop in the middle of the bed again, pillows propped up carefully against the headboard to make for a comfortable resting place while they'd watch the movie.
“Second try?” the younger man asks and grins at his brother from where he's sitting underneath the covers.
“You don't have to ask twice.” He climbs into bed again, carefully settling in next to Soshiro before pulling the cover over him as well.
“Apparently, I do,” Soshiro jokes and scoots a little closer to the other man before hitting play on the movie. The opening scene feels familiar, soothing, maybe even comforting.
Soichiro brings a hand to his brother's cheek that's still slightly flushed to make him turn around.
“I love you,” he whispers as their eyes meet and leans in swiftly to connect their lips in a gentle kiss. A hand comes to rest on his cheek as well. Soshiro's warm palm moves over his face and carefully tangles into the silvery white hair to pull Soichiro even closer.
I love you, too.
Soichiro doesn't need to hear the words to feel them.
They break the kiss but Soshiro's hand in his hair keeps him from moving away. They bring their foreheads together, just breathing in each other's air for a moment before the younger man lets go and opens his eyes, finding Soichiro looking back at him.
“I love ya, Aniki.”
Maybe Soichiro was wrong - maybe hearing the words while feeling their meaning is better. Soichiro smiles brightly before leaning back on the bed, arms behind his head.
“How’s your back doing?”
“I don't think I can handle a second round if that's what you're asking.”
“Movie it is then.” Soshiro laughs before pulling Soichiro down on the bed into a lying position next to him.
“I think I'll fall asleep before we get to see the first Kaiju”. He lays his head down on Soshiro's chest, the younger man's strong arms wrapping around him protectively before he presses a kiss against his hair.
“I’ll wake ya up for breakfast,” he says and pulls the cover up over both of them . “Unless your back can handle wakin’ me up earlier.”