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When his older brother came into the living room with a six pack in each hand, Karamatsu ignored the gentle nudge of suspicion that pushed at his mind. Osomatsu is his only older brother afterall, and Osomatsu wouldn’t violate that trust. He was the eldest. The leader. The one he could depend on. And Karamatsu has always been happy to let him take the lead, always done his best to support Osomatsu, anything to see that dazzling smile pointed at him.
Karamatsu is finishing up his first beer, savoring the pleasant hum of alcohol in his veins and the gentle warmth under his skin, when Osomatsu says something that makes the sweat on his back go cold.
“Hey, want to try going on Chat Roulette?”
“What?” Karamatsu wants to blame the alcohol on the way his stomach ties into a knot and his ears burn, but he’s just buzzed enough to know he’s lying to himself.
“You remember, right? Wanna see if we can get some girls to strip for us?” His grin peeks over the laptop that sits open between them, but it does nothing to ease the hesitation that tenses Karamatsu’s muscles, his hand squeezing tighter around the can he holds.
Todomatsu had mentioned the site a few days ago with a story about naked girls and many, many dicks, but Karamatsu had brushed it off. He should have figured that his older brother would be uniquely interested in the thrill of gambling with the reward of porn.
“C’mooooon,” Osomatsu whines through his smile, his voice pitching up as he draws the syllable out. “It’ll be fun! Boobs, man!” He rounds out the approximation of a breast over one side of his chest with his free hand, the other one still firmly clasped around his second beer of the night. “We have the house to ourselves for once, it’s a golden opportunity!” He bounces the imaginary boob lightly with an open palm.
“I don’t know, Osomatsu, this doesn’t feel…the song of romance should be sung between two people, not three.” Karamatsu glances between the laptop and Osomatsu’s cheeky smile, his cheeks glowing with more heat than they should after one beer.
The idea isn’t that unappealing to him, which only makes his reluctance more firm, more concrete. He knows he should have a stronger objection over looking for porn with his brother.
“Don’t leave me doing this alone, that’s so pathetic!” Osomatsu whines again and it hits Karamatsu in the stomach like a punch in the gut. It’s always been hard to say no to him.
The quiet of the house around them makes Osomatsu’s request more intimate, and as much as he should say no, he desperately, desperately wants to say yes.
Whatever reluctance he’s thinking through must be plain on his face as Osomatsu starts to talk again.
“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop, I promise.” Osomatsu brings his hands together in a gesture of pleading, and Karamatsu worries his lip with his teeth, hiding the nervous habit and buying himself time by taking a sip of beer.
“OK…,” he says, slowly as he draws the can from his face, and Osomatsu practically whoops. “But if I--!”
“Yeah, yeah, I just said! Get over here!!” Osomatsu smiles, any semblance of deference gone the moment he gets his way, and it’s predictable even if it is childish and petulant. He scoots over and pats the space next to him at the table invitingly and Karamatsu does his best not to think about how the hairs on his neck prickle when Osomatsu looks at him that way.
Karamatsu forces a grin as he stands up and crosses over to Osomatsu’s side, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he sits.
“I’ll be careful that my beauty doesn’t eclipse yours, my buruza.”
Osomatsu laughs his barking, loud laugh and Karamatsu does his very best to smoulder.
“You’re a riot.” He turns his attention to the laptop screen and moves his cursor over the button.
Karamatsu’s focus is immediately captured by the two of them, a small window revealing how they would look to the outside world. They look perfect, he thinks, matching hoodies side-by-side and identical faces dusted with pink, the furrow of his brow giving him a distinguished look. He pouts his lips experimentally, practicing for his audience until Osomatsu’s voice pulls him out of his admiration of his own face.
“You ready?”
“I was born ready,” Karamatsu says without skipping a beat, shooting his brother a pair of finger guns despite the way his heart is beating out of his chest, his own image filling him with confidence, and Osomatsu grins as he clicks the button labeled “start”.
Their laptop whirs on the table in front of them as it processes the request. The black window pings to life and an image forms of something blurry and pale, gradually coming into focus as the page loads.
Karamatsu barely noticed he was holding his breath.
It’s a dick. A flaccid, ugly thing huddled in a wiry bush of hair like a baby bird poking out of a nest. It hovers uncomfortably on the screen for a moment as they stare in stunned silence before Osomatsu scrambles for the mouse and disconnects.
They sit very still, the clock on the wall ticking out heavy, tense seconds, until Osomatsu slams back the rest of his beer and tosses the can aside. Karamatsu doesn’t know what to say, because he doesn’t have a script for this, so he follows his brother’s lead and finishes the rest of his beer.
“Let’s try that again,” Osomatsu says with an even, optimistic voice, as if the previous thirty seconds hadn’t occurred.
Karamatsu nods in response, and Osomatsu returns the gesture before returning his attention back to the laptop.
They get another dick. This one is hard, a scrawny hand rapidly jacking off and they both look at it incredulously before Osomatsu disconnects.
“That was…” Karamatsu starts, but his thoughts are too scrambled between his earlier hesitation and his present discomfort to articulate what he feels. He’s almost relieved when Osomatsu starts talking and saves him the trouble.
“Are dicks supposed to look like that? Jesus, it was like…” Osomatsu gestures vaguely with his free hand, “that was like a weird fucked up hot dog.”
“Us sextuplets were blessed,” Karamatsu says, matching Osomatsu’s light tone as he pulls a beer free of the six pack and snaps it open with a pop. “Truly, truly blessed.”
Osomatsu raises his empty hand and Karamatsu is quick to toss him another beer. “We may be useless trash bags, but we have very beautiful dicks.”
Karamatsu raises his can at the sentiment with a smile. “Bingo.”
“Do you want to keep going?” Osomatsu asks, and Karamatsu nods. This is kind of fun, even if it’s not very sexy. He’s distantly disappointed as he takes another sip of beer.
They find another dick, and share a chuckle over the nasty sounds that filtered through their speakers. They run into a cardboard cutout of some American celebrity, three more dicks, and a group of dudes from Sweden who babble while pointing back and forth between the two of them, eventually disconnecting once it became obvious that nothing could be communicated.
The process works them through two more beers each, and when the next dick pops up Osomatsu raises his hands in the air and cheers.
“There it is!! There’s that ugly cock!”
Karamatsu whoops, slamming a palm on the table with a loud smack. “There it is!!”
The person on the other end jerks in surprise, their hand flying off of their dick as the two brothers jeer and yell, disconnecting a moment later and both of them fall backwards onto the floor, Osomatsu clutching his stomach as he laughs laughing himself breathless and Karamatsu’s sunglasses clattering across the floorboards as he makes impact with the ground.
He hadn’t noticed how the atmosphere had built up over the course of the night, the way everything seemed a little funnier and more vibrant. That was something Osomatsu was always good at, he thinks as he folds his hands on his stomach, the last of his chuckle spilling out as he catches his breath. He had a way of making things pleasant. Comfortable.
Karamatsu lets his head fall to the side to look at his brother. Osomatsu is already facing him, their noses barely an inch apart.
“You’re having fun,” Osomatsu muses, his smile sly and satisfied and genuine, because he might be obnoxious but he likes to entertain. His breath ghosts over Karamatsu’s skin, cool on warm cheeks and Karamatsu feels like he could choke on the feeling that bubbles up in his throat.
Before he can process it any further, Osomatsu sits upright and takes another swig of beer.
“C’mon, let’s do a few more.”
Karamatsu sits up with a grunt, and Osomatsu hits the button again.
They each take a sip of beer as the site loads, and the window blinks to life as an image forms.
And Karamatsu’s jaw falls slack.
It’s a girl, a real girl. Osomatsu’s casual, easy posture beside him straightens in surprise, both of them reeling and trying to take it all in as quickly as possible.
Her shirt is low cut, the brown curve of her breast leading up to a thin, straight neck and a pointed chin that Karamatsu could write poetry about. The frame cuts off right above her lips, neat twists of hair falling like a curtain over her shoulders, her waist flaring out to wide hips that Karamatsu could drown in. Both of them gape at the screen for a moment before Osomatsu gets his bearings.
“H-hey!” He coughs, as if it will excuse the embarrassing break in his voice. The girl doesn’t seem to mind, her lips parting slightly as a breathy laugh escapes her, and Karamatsu’s skin prickles as more blood rushes to his face.
“Hey, good lookin’,” she practically groans, her voice thick and heavy, her mouth quirking up into a smile that shows just the barest flash of her teeth and makes a dimple push into her cheek.
Karamatsu is still trying to process the vision before him when Osomatsu responds.
“Hey! Ever seen twins like us before?” Karamatsu can see Osomatsu’s face flush a shade darker in the tiny window on the screen, the portion of his chest that fits into the frame moving so slightly as he swallows.
“You’re something special, aren’t you?” She says, her voice thick like honey and made buzzy by her microphone and the laptop’s speakers but it’s real, she’s real, and Karamtasu can still barely believe it. With each passing second he expects her to disconnect, for her window to go black and the screen to prompt them to try again but she remains, perfect hair and perfect smile and perfect body just for them.
“Yeah, we--” Osomatsu starts, but his mouth obediently snaps shut as she starts to talk again.
“I’m so bored…” Her teeth sink into the plump flesh of her lip in a way that makes Karamatsu’s mouth water. “And I’m really horny.”
The world freezes for a moment, Karamatsu’s head spinning at the sound of her breathy voice, her slow intonation, the alcohol buzzing in his brain. He’s heard girls talk this way in movies or in porn, but never to him, never to him specifically. It’s a Siren song and he’s sailing straight into the rocks.
She pouts slightly and brushes some of her hair over her shoulder, revealing more of her smooth, flawless skin. “Do you want to have some fun with me?”
“I would be delighted to--” Karamatsu starts, but Osomatsu cuts him off, slapping a hand over Karamatsu’s mouth.
“What kind of fun are we talking about?” Osomatsu does his best to sound alluring, as confident as always even with his hand clamped over Karamatsu’s mouth. She laughs again, the sound filling up the room like the airy chiming of bells and Karamatsu can feel his cheeks burn beneath Osomatsu’s hand, pulse thundering under his skin.
“Because I was thinking maybe you could…,” she pauses, raising a hand into frame and gently running it along the inside of the neck of her shirt, just barely pulling it down further and revealing a bit more of her smooth, coffee skin, “help me out.”
Karamatsu pushes the hand off of his face, because he wants to say something but his mind is scrambled, everywhere at once with nothing of substance. Without missing a beat, Osomatsu fills the silence.
“L-like, all three of us? That’s a little weird, we’re broth--”
“Mm, I want you, baby,” she groans and Karamatsu feels like he can’t breathe, like the air in his lungs has turned to cement in his chest. “You don’t even have to do anything, just watch and enjoy yourself.”
“Do you mean jack off, or something? We can do that, hell, we’re practically experts-- I mean, not experts exactly, but-- not that we masturbate together, either, though we will, for you, if you want,” Osomatsu blabbers, peppering each thoughtless phrase with a laugh in an attempt to keep his voice light, but he’s a mess, his cheeks pink and eyes darting wildly between the screen in the floor in a display of bashfulness that Karamatsu finds entirely too charming in his distracted, inebriated stupor.
“And…,” she continues, ignoring Osomatsu’s chatter, “I don’t want you to worry about a thing.”
“Haha, what’s there to worry about, I mean it’s not like we’re going to make out or anything, right? This isn’t weird, right Karamatsu?” He continues, doing his best to keep his tone casual and Karamatsu nods dumbly, half hearing his brother’s words but the thought of kissing someone making his lips ache.
The girl on the screen shifts slightly and leans forward in her chair, so her breasts are pushed together and pop out of her shirt, a few strands of dark twists falling over her shoulder, the band of her pants barely visible over the frame of the window. Karamatsu is only dimly aware of Osomatsu’s breath catching in his throat.
“That sounds really hot, baby, I want to see everything you have.”
Karamatsu’s mouth goes dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to smile, to play it off as a joke, but she groans and runs a hand over her breast down to her hip and suddenly Osomatsu’s hand is very tight on his shoulder, mouth pressed into a thin, determined line.
“What are you doing?” He hisses through clenched teeth, his fists nervously balled in the hem of his sweater.
Osomatsu says nothing, just glancing pointedly between Karamatsu and the screen. His face is uncharacteristically serious, something similar to resolve knitting his brows together and giving his eyes a dangerous glint in a way that makes Karamatsu’s words catch in his throat. He whispers, almost under his breath. “Dude, this is what we were waiting for! She’s gorgeous, we have to get her naked!”
“Yeah, but--” Karamatsu whispers back, but Osomatsu nods towards the screen again.
“Just-- just put a show, or something! You love to show off, c’mon! We just have to get her horny!” Osomatsu’s urgent whisper continues.
Karamatsu looks over and she’s playing with the hem of her shirt, playfully lifting it up and showing a glimpse of her stomach, a lacy pink band peeking up over the waistband of her jeans, and she laughs that breathy, cute giggle and Karamatsu forgets what he was going to say.
“That’s perfect, honey.” Her smile is coy and alluring, dark maroon lips framing straight white teeth that Karamatsu wishes he could feel with his tongue. His gaze darts down a smidge and he sees Osomatsu grasping his shoulder in the second window, both of their faces a shade darker than they were a few minutes ago, a look of impatience painting the older brother’s expression, something hungry and indescribable in the way Osomatsu looks at him.
He just turns back to Osomatsu and leans in, screwing his eyes shut to try to keep his nerve and barely brushing their lips together. They both hesitate, uncertain and still before the hand on his shoulder slides to the back of his neck and pulls him close, his lips messily meeting the corner of Osomatsu’s mouth.
He wants to pull back, to open his eyes and aim properly and try again, but Osomatsu’s lips open and his tongue pushes its way into Karamatsu’s mouth as they blindly try to align themselves. His mind is hazy, both from alcohol and the sudden contact, his already warm face burning hotter at the tenderness of the hand pulling him close, the skin beneath Osomatsu’s fingers prickling with goosebumps.
Their tongues slide past one another with a slick sound, hot and wet together, lips soft and warm as Osomatsu presses against the roof of his mouth, tongue running behind his teeth like it’s trying to get its bearings. He’s frozen almost, caught between guilt and pleasure because he wants this, he wants each little sound that Osomatsu makes to mean more than it does, to reciprocate the shameful feelings that bubble in his throat and pool in his crotch.
She groans a little louder and Osomatsu leans in, slotting Karamatsu’s lip between his teeth and pulling, copying something he’s seen in porn because he wants to put on a show, he wants to get her excited and aroused and Karamatsu is the tool he’s using. His face burns, keenly aware of the sensation of being watched, being ogled and lusted after, a hard pulse of arousal digging into his stomach.
Karamatsu plays along, arching his back and gasping into Osomatsu’s mouth, savoring the small “ooh” that wafts out of the computer as well as Osomatsu’s hand tensing against his neck, sucking harder at his lip in response.
The girl makes a sound, a delicate whimper that makes Osomatsu hum. The noise rumbles against Karamatsu’s teeth and he wants more, more than this, desperate for something and anything he can get his hands on and drunk enough to try to get it. His hands fly off of his sweater and grab Osomatsu’s arms, fingers squeezing tight and he pushes his tongue back towards his brother in a show of boldness that makes his own stomach flip. A soft noise of surprise bubbles past Osomatsu’s lips, ghosting over Karamatsu’s skin and he slips inside of his brother’s mouth, copying the motions that had driven him so wild just moments before.
He traces the roof of Osomatsu’s mouth with his tongue, outlines his teeth, tastes the beer on his breath, drinking in every small noise that the girl makes like it’s addictive because it is, he could do this forever. His hands slither to the small of Osomatsu’s back and he crawls a little closer so that he can feel the radiating heat of Osomatsu’s torso through their sweaters.
They’re both caught off guard when they hear her voice again, the thick warmth of her tone breaking them apart as their attention snaps to the screen. Karamatsu does his best to focus on the girl but his eyes keep lingering on how flushed Osomatsu is, how pink their lips are and how good Osomatsu looks in his arms, the trail of saliva that connects them stretching and breaking as his brother pulls away.
“You’re so sexy,” she says, wrapping her fingers around the hem of her top, shifting the fabric and revealing just a slice more of her stomach. “Why don’t you get those clothes off and I'll show you more of these?” She punctuates the suggestion with a smile that makes Karamatsu’s stomach flip, his lips still tingling from where Osomatsu bit at them.
Osomatsu releases Karamatsu’s shoulders and rips his sweater over his head without hesitation, balling up the fabric and throwing it aside.
“Ooh, baby… you look so good.”
“God, you look -- you look amazing,” Osomatsu responds and Karamatsu is thankful his brother thinks faster on his feet than he does. “Hey, you want to see this guy? He’s even sexier than me, if that’s possible.” Karamatsu can see Osomatsu gesture to him with his thumb out of the periphery of his vision, but his eyes are stuck on the dark strip of skin visible between her shirt and her pants.
She hums a soft noise of approval and Karamatsu feels Osomatsu’s hands wrap around the hem of his sweater as he tugs it up and over his head, his arms moving limply to accommodate.
“See, isn’t he ripped? Can you believe he’s the younger brother,” Osomatsu says as he throws the blue sweater aside, clapping Karamatsu’s bare shoulder. There’s something so delicious about seeing himself shirtless on that tiny screen, something about knowing that he’s being looked at that sends a pulse of warmth to his crotch, Osomatsu’s words making the heat in his stomach coil tighter. He does look good. He might not be ripped (who is he kidding, he’s a God on Earth), but he’s decent, muscle pushing up underneath his skin as he moves. He smiles his most confident smile despite the blush burning up his cheeks and shoots her a wink.
“Are you going to let me watch you touch yourself?” She breathes, heavy and hot into the microphone and another pulse of heat shoots through Karamatsu’s stomach.
“You want to see?” Osomatsu smirks, something thick and heavy in his voice. Despite his teasing tone, he doesn’t hesitate to reach forward and adjust the laptop so their hips are in frame.
Her hand slides under her shirt and she bites her lip as the outline of her fingers start to massage her breast, stifling a moan and if Karamatsu wasn’t hard before he’s certainly getting there because she’s looking at him, looking at his body on camera and touching herself to it. Another pulse of heat shoots through his stomach and he moves a hand to his crotch without thinking, barely grazing over the outline of his cock.
Osomatsu shifts beside him and he snaps his hand away as he remembers where he is and who he’s with. He steals a glance to the window, trying to discern whether or not Osomatsu noticed his moment of weakness, but the panic is flushed from his mind when he sees Osomatsu palming himself without shame.
“Do you like that?” Osomatsu says, his own voice getting heavy, moving his hand slowly over himself like he’s showing off something tasty.
“I love it, baby, I love to watch you play with your cock while you look at me.”
She giggles and groans a bit more openly, her lips parting gently as the sound wafts out of her mouth and Osomatsu whimpers beside him, unabashedly grinding his hand harder against his dick through his jeans in a way that makes Karamatsu’s head spin, his shoulders quaking as he suppresses a shudder. The movement is mirrored by Karamatsu’s double on the screen and he remembers that he’s being watched, that he’s also on camera.
He follows his brother’s lead, tracing his hand over his bare stomach and pressing the flat of his palm to his skin as he runs it down his body, pausing as his fingertips graze the elastic band of his briefs that sit just an inch higher than the waistband of his pants. His gaze is firmly fixed on his own picture on the screen, but he hears a gasp catch in her throat and the hair on the back of Karamatsu’s neck prickles, his hand finally sliding over the lump in his pants and following the shape of his erection.
He arches into his own pressure, groaning both at the sensation and for the audience, letting his eyes roll back a bit as he feels himself through his pants. Osomatsu’s eyes are darting wildly between the girl and their own window on the screen, his breath growing heavier with each exaggerated moan that comes out of Karamatsu’s mouth.
“You look so good, you’re-- God, you’re like a porn star, I swear.” Osomatsu’s voice jumps unevenly over the words, strangled and forced and throaty like Karamatsu imagined it would sound.
“You’re so hot, baby,” she says. “I love when you watch me touch myself, it turns me on so much.” She rolls her breast dramatically under her shirt with a gasp. “Want to show me what’s going on…down there, big boy?”
Karamatsu’s dick twitches beneath his hand, straining against the constraint of his jeans. She wants to see him. He tries to speak, tries to mirror the confidence of his actions with his voice but he immediately starts stuttering when he opens his mouth. “I-if it is what my kitten desires, I’d be more than happy to oblig--”
“Fuck, yes,” Osomatsu blurts out, his hands immediately going to his zipper as he fumbles his way to his knees and shoves his pants down. Karamatsu’s attention is transfixed on the screen, caught between the girl’s teasing movements and Osomatsu’s cock standing alert right next to him, his willingness to obey the girl’s commands at odds with the apprehension that’s been steadily pooling in his stomach. “C’mon dude!” Osomatsu hisses right next to him and Karamatsu’s shaking hands snap to his waistband like they’re attached to strings as he bunches his jeans around his knees.
The two of them barely fit in the window, their bare shoulders pressing into one another as they fight for space. Osomatsu’s skin is warm, already a bit damp with sweat and sliding against Karamatsu every time the eldest moves over his own cock, a persistent reminder that his brother is right there touching himself. They look amazing side-by-side, dicks pushing at the tight fabric of their briefs, identical faces differentiated by the way Osomatsu’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and Karamatsu’s teeth worrying persistently at his lip.
Karamatsu tries to cut through the fog in his mind, tries to focus on the real, breathing girl on the other end of the screen. He hangs onto her every movement, every rise and fall of her chest as she breathes noisily and the outline of her hand continues to trace circles under her shirt, but Osomatsu’s dark eyes keep capturing his attention from the second window on the screen
“Can you show us more?” Osomatsu asks with a thick, husky voice. Karamatsu’s heart squeezes in his chest at the sound, his brother’s aroused words much, much closer than he had anticipated. She hums for a moment before she slides her hand out from under the fabric and starts to pull her shirt up.
It’s agonizingly slow, the steady pulse of heat building in Karamatsu’s crotch as the expanse of her stomach gives way to the curve of her breast, dark nipples hard and pouting from the stimulation of her hands. She pulls the top over her head and drops it off screen, the fabric falling from her fingers like water flowing out of cupped hands, the entire display for their benefit and theirs alone.
“Ch-christ,” Osomatsu gasps, his voice stuttering over the syllables. “You’re-- you’re so hot. I want to--” he cuts himself off with a groan, his hand moving along his crotch with more force. Karamatsu’s head is buzzing but everything Osomatsu says feels like it’s being branded into his brain, like he’s attached to his brother’s voice by a string tied to his gut, each word tugging him closer and closer to something, something important and amazing.
She makes another sound, the croak of her throat pulling at the noise as it escapes between her lips and she pulls a hand up to her nipple, pinching it gently with two fingers.
“You’re-- you’re--” Osomatsu keeps talking, the gravel in his voice rubbing up against Karamatsu’s ears and building up in his crotch. The rhythm is tantalizing and steady, both Osomatsu’s words and his unashamed attention to the hardness in between his legs. His motions are selfish and jerky, entirely for his own benefit despite their captive onlooker, primal and unrestrained in a way that Karamatsu wishes he could replicate. It’s too genuine, too real, and somehow it’s hotter than all the amplified moans pouring through the speakers.
“Oh, honey, baby,” she moans, each sound prompting Osomatsu’s hips to shudder beside him, “you’re so sexy. I could watch you jack off forever, you turn me on so much.”
“Yeah?” Osomatsu chuckles casually despite the sweat tracing down his face. “We are pretty hot, aren’t we? We’re just--”
The words die in Osomatsu’s mouth and a long, breathy moan is pulled out of the speakers as Karamatsu runs his hand over his bare chest again, a finger flicking over his nipple. He’s keenly aware of his audience, their eyes fixed on him making each inch of skin more sensitive, more alluring to touch, his body shivering as his fingers move smoothly over the front of his briefs to cup his erection. He outlines the shape of himself through the fabric and drinks in the way Osomatsu’s eyes are fixed on him through the screen and the girl’s motions grow more frantic and desperate with every move he makes.
Her head falls back with a whimpering cry as she tugs at her nipple sharply, and Karamatsu’s grip on himself tightens, his cock twitching under his hand.
“God I wish I was -- I want to play with your nipples so bad, Jesus,” Osomatsu pants, and a groan erupts out of Karamatsu’s throat at the image of his mouth enveloping her, his tongue running in circles across her skin. His mind is so hazy from arousal and stimulation that he barely thought about doing anything with her, enraptured in the images on the screen and Osomatsu’s voice grounds him just enough to think about it clearly in a way that makes his eyes flutter shut, the space where their shoulders are pressed together getting warmer with each word that spills from his older brother’s lips.
“I-- I want to tear that shirt off, just pull it right over your head so I can suck on your neck,” Osomatsu continues, and Karamatsu breathes louder, panting out harsh breaths as he works himself through his briefs. “Your skin is so smooth, I bet it’d feel amazing to bite right there, right below your jaw.”
Her mouth falls open and she moans as she continues to roll her breast in her hand, her dark hair swaying with her gentle movements, and Karamatsu can barely suppress the whimper that forces its way out of him, his cock pulsing with heat and excitement as he gets lost in the scenario that his brother’s husky drawl paints for him
“Yeah, baby?” She laughs again and Karamatsu squeezes his eyes shut as he leans forward, one arm bracing himself against the table as he rolls his hips into the other hand. Her voice is tearing him apart, his skin too warm and sensitive underneath her gaze.
“Would you let me fuck them? I want to fuck your tits, I want to sit on your chest and get you nice and slick and squeeze my fat cock between them, so I can see your face as I fuck your tits.” Karamatsu moves his hand in rhythm with Osomatsu’s voice and he groans, riding the shiver that runs down his back with each word and sound that spills from Osomatsu’s lips. “They’d feel amazing, soft and hot around me, it’d be perfect.”
Osomatsu pauses to take a shaky breath and Karamatsu drags his fingers over the lump in his briefs. He savors the break in stimulation until his brother chokes out a broken moan and a hot shard of arousal stabs through his stomach, and he can’t think about it right now, this is too good to think about.
“You and your friend are so cute,” she says, and Karamatsu ignores the way Osomatsu’s gaze burns into him when he grunts out an ugly, choked noise. She pauses, her thumbs hooked over the band of her pants. “You make me feel so good, baby.”
“Yeah, I want to make you feel really good, I’d chop my damn dick off for you, you’re so sexy.”
“I want more, baby,” she continues, and her smile goes coy again, Karamatsu can practically feel her eyes digging into his chest.
“Do-- Do you want to watch us jack off, because there’s not enough space on the screen for tha--” She runs her tongue over her lips and Karamatsu feels like he’s on fire, ignoring the way his knees are starting to ache from sitting on them for so long. “Should I-- I can get behind him?” Osomatsu sounds confused, really trying to think of a solution to the problem she’s posed and she bites her lip again.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. I want to watch you enjoy yourself while I masturbate, I want you to watch me.”
Osomatsu stumbles behind him on his knees, and Karamatsu shifts so he’s the one in the center of the screen as Osomatsu settles behind him, his cock bumping up against Karamatsu’s ass for a split second. An arm reaches around from behind and tilts the laptop so that the camera is squarely pointed at the tent in Karamatsu’s briefs, displaying the spot of precum that’s accumulated at the tip of his dick in the screen and framing him from his chest to his thighs he looks good, he looks damn good.
He flaunts, a little, jutting his hip out so that he can watch his muscles move under his skin because he knows he’s hot, his hard cock pressed tightly against his body underneath his briefs and straining at the fabric as the muscles of his stomach shift with each move he makes.
And Osomatsu’s voice starts to drift out from behind him again.
“God, you-- you fuckin’ show off,” he says with a laugh, but any bitterness he tries to put in his voice is eclipsed by the growl of arousal that bites at Karamatsu’s skin. “Doesn’t he look good? F-fuckin’,” he’s cut off with a grunt, “fuckin’ Adonis over here with his -- his abs and shit, Christ. I bet you’d love to fuck him, right? I bet girls go crazy over guys like him.”
The rumble of Osomatsu’s voice goes directly to his dick, every muscle in his body straining to keep still, to play cool because he’s at the center of attention, the one in the spotlight and each bit of stimulation he gets from the friction of his briefs to the girl’s voice cracking over the microphone builds up in a pulsing wild heat in his stomach. He wants her to get off on him, he wants her to watch him as much as he wants to watch her, as desperate for the attention as he is to give it.
Karamatsu’s hand ducks into his underwear, his head lolling back slightly with a sigh at the smooth contact, a relief after the friction of fabric, his skin soft and smooth over his slick head. He wraps his fingers around the shaft and starts to stroke himself in strong, languid motions that send electricity up his spine, his head going blank at the sensation.
He doesn’t have to look back to know that Osomatsu’s briefs are down, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room as his brother jacks off behind him enough to betray that fact. His throat feels tight and hot despite the way he keeps swallowing down air. Osomatsu is so close, doing something so intimate right behind him and it’s maddening, he can feel the warmth radiating from his brother’s torso and the stifled noises that eke out from between pursed lips
“Karamatsu.” Osomatsu’s harsh breath hits his ear and he almost jumps.
“W-what is it?”
“You-- you have to tell me what she’s doing, I can’t see,” he chokes out.
Karamatsu’s stomach ties into a tense, doubtful knot but Osomatsu’s steady, heavy breathing, and soft, desperate whines crowd his head and push out any hesitation.
Her hands move down her sides slowly, almost lazily as she rocks her hips in a smooth motion until her thumbs tuck into the waistband of her pants.
He’s transfixed, and his mouth starts moving.
“She-- she’s got her hands-- her thumbs in her pants, and she’s-- swaying, moving like the ocean or like she’s h-humping something--” Karamatsu struggles to force out the words, head buzzing with adrenaline and arousal. She wiggles playfully and her jeans slide off and out of sight, leaving the pink, lacy band of her underwear remaining.
Karamatsu holds his breath, waiting for Osomatsu’s reaction, the muscles in his back tensing in anticipation. Osomatsu grunts and tilts forward, forehead hitting the space between Karamatsu’s shoulder blades as his hand starts to move faster, his knuckles brushing up against Karamatsu’s ass as he jerks off.
His skin prickles at how Osomatsu’s weight shudders behind him at his voice, the point of contact of his forehead betraying the steady rhythm of Osomatsu’s hand, and it’s tantalizing, the same unrestrained energy pouring through even though he can only hear Osomatsu’s voice.
“She’s…she took her pants off,” Karamatsu watches in awe as her hands dip out of frame, arms squeezing her breasts together, a hand off screen making its way to her crotch. “She’s touching herself through her panties.”
“God, I -- I bet she’d taste great, right?” Osomatsu’s breath dances across his skin and he didn’t realize how sweaty he was until that moment. “I want to just bury my face in her cunt and suck her dry.” He laughs. “I bet she’d love that too, I bet she wants your face between her legs so she can watch your ass as you eat her out, you fuckin’ stud.”
Karamatsu’s mouth falls open, breath escaping with a groan at the idea of her soft thighs clamped around his head and Osomatsu’s warmth pressing into his back, murmuring filth into his ear as he licks her wetness, darting his tongue in and out of her.
“I’d love to watch you eat her out, watch her go crazy and fuck your face until it’s covered in her slick.” Osomatsu’s voice keeps coming and Karamatsu forces his eyes open to focus on what’s in front of him.
She flashes her teeth as she drags her hand up her side, fingers squeezing into the soft curve of her hip and she looks so solid, so real in that moment that Karamatsu forgets to move, his head buzzing with arousal and his hand loosely holding his cock, watching her hand travel back up to her breast.
“She’s so hot, Osomatsu, she’s--,” he remembers to choke out and Osomatsu moans into his back again. The burst of air sends goosebumps blooming across his skin, a tangible, physical reminder that it’s his voice that’s leading Osomatsu’s arousal. “Her lips look perfect, she’s playing with her nipple again with one hand and it’s-- she’s--”
“Yeah?” Osomatsu’s hand keeps grazing his ass and the brief moments of contact are driving him crazy, not enough and too much at the same time.
“She’s amazing, like a picture,” he breathes, the grip on his cock starting to move again through the haze in his mind. He tries to think of more words but he’s lost in the way her breasts bounce as she rubs herself offscreen and the soft sounds that Osomatsu is making behind him.
“Mm, like what you see, baby?” She dips her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
“Do you?” Osomatsu shoots back, his own fingers crawling into Karamatsu’s waistband as he pushes closer to peek over Karamatsu’s shoulder. He instinctively grabs Osomatsu’s wrists, but offers no resistance as the elastic is pulled downwards.
He watches the screen because he looks -- fuck, he looks amazing with Osomatsu’s hands in his underwear and tugging it down like he’s a prize to be shown off, like he’s a sculpture, a work of art. The band drags tantalizingly slow over his stomach, pushing down on his cock for a moment before it bounces free and hangs hot and heavy between his thighs, swollen and needy and handsome on the screen. Osomatsu’s chest brushes up against his back for a moment as the briefs slip over his ass and join his pants bunched up at his knees.
“He looks good, doesn’t he?” His brother’s lazy drawl is cut with something intense and husky that forces him to bite back a groan, and he arches back instinctively. Something hot and stiff bumps against him and Osomatsu’s fingers dig into his hips harder, the warm shaft behind him settling in the cleft of his ass.
Osomatsu just releases a low, strangled noise into his back. He must feel good, and he swells with pride at the thought, any shame outweighed by how satisfying the sounds Osomatsu makes are and how the girl groans out warm sounds of pleasure at the sight of him. His pulse is hammering away underneath his skin, and everything feels hot, beads of sweat tracing down his back and gathering at his knees and elbows.
She licks her lips again and slides her own underwear down with a whimper. Karamatsu’s eyes are fixed on her slender, delicate fingers as they clasp around her neck and she drags them down her body slowly, over the curve of her breast and down the flat of her stomach until they disappear out of sight between her legs, and Osomatsu releases a slow, hot breath against Karamatsu’s skin
“Make sure you watch, OK?” She says with a smile and Karamatsu isn’t sure he could look away even if he wanted to.
Her lips part slightly with a gentle gasp as she shifts her hands off screen, one of her wrists starting to rock back and forth as the other moves in a soft circular motion.
“Karamatsu--” Osomatsu’s voice is desperate, needy and wanting and it burns in Karamatsu’s ears.
“She’s-- she’s fingering herself, you can’t see because it’s off screen but she’s moving her hands like--”
His explanation is cut off by a loud, humming moan drifting out of the laptop, and that must be enough because Osomatsu grunts and leans forward into Karamatsu’s back, his whole chest pressing to the dewy skin of Karamatsu’s broad shoulders. Karamatsu can hear the sound of his brother spitting and a hand squeezes between him and the hard cock behind him, Osomatsu starting to jack off with urgency once more.
“You thinking about his cock, baby? God, I bet it’d feel amazing, fuck, I-- I bet your cunt is so wet and tight,” Osomatsu grunts into Karamatsu’s neck, “I want you to fuck her just like this, bending her over with your ass out so her tits bounce every time you slam your dick into her.”
Her hands move with more speed, the smooth motions of her wrists interspersed with sudden jerks whenever she grazes something particularly nice, her voice pitching up every time. The whole process is tantalizing, barely hidden from sight, her chest heaving with each labored breath that buzzes in the microphone and fills their living room with the heavy sound of her moans, and it strikes him that she’s real, a real person doing this for him, for them. It’s dizzying, the possessiveness of being the only people to see her touching herself, the only people to hear her voice warble as she builds towards climax, emphasized more by Osomatsu’s tight grip on his hip and the crescendo of moans against the shell of his ear.
“Yeah, she wants to fuck you so bad. She wants your dick to spread her open, until you cum and it drips out of her -- you’re so hot, did you know that? You’re so fucking hot, Karamatsu. You’d look so good fucking her, buried inside of her.”
Karamatsu’s hand returns to his shaft. He strokes himself in time with the movements of her wrist, the gentle rock of her breasts as she fingers herself, and she giggles a husky low laugh that drives him crazy. His eyes flutter shut again and he grabs the table to steady himself as his knees turn to jelly and the pulse of heat spreads through his body, inadvertently pushing his ass deeper against Osomatsu’s crotch.
The motion forces his chin into frame, the sliver of his face suddenly appearing in the window on the screen and he tilts forward a bit more so his mouth dips into sight.
She releases a sound, long and low and loud, and Karamatsu watches as his mouth parts, drinking in the way his tongue pokes out just past his lower lip, pink and pouty and beautiful, and a thick sound unfurls from his throat.
“Fuck, Karamatsu.” His brother’s voice sounds so far away, like something out of a dream. Osomatsu leans forward, too, and presses his chin into Karamatsu’s neck so he can see the screen as well. The movement knocks him off balance, his second hand squeezing Karamatsu’s hip for support and Osomatsu’s cock, slick from spit and hard, hard, hard, slides easily against his ass. There’s no hesitation before they both start to move, Karamatsu pushing his hips back as Osomatsu starts to rock his hips rapidly.
“You look -- Karamatsu you look so good like this. She has you wrecked, doesn’t she? She’s so hot, I could die, I want to watch you fuck her, just watch your dick slam in and out of her over and over until she cums.” His voice gets louder, almost drowning out the girl’s moans but the grit of arousal in his voice is so real and so close that Karamatsu drinks it up, continuing to slip his hand over himself at Osomatsu’s pace. “I want to hear her scream your name, I want you to pound her until you cum so I can watch it drip out of her twitching cunt, down her leg to the floor--”
“Oh, God, baby…,” she groans, her voice starting to rise in pitch as her motions get sloppy. The jerk grows less circular and faster, and Osomatsu speeds up his humping as she accelerates, his balls slapping against Karamatsu with every thrust of his hips. “I’m getting close, baby.”
“God, K-Karamatsu, you-- you look amazing. You’re so hot, I could-- I could--” The sentence is swallowed by a harsh grunt, Osomatsu’s rolling hard against him.
A gasp tears out of Karamatsu’s throat as Osomatsu’s fingers dig into his hips. He can feel his cheeks squeeze tightly around Osomatsu’s cock, his brother’s hands pressing his ass together around the hot shaft behind him. His knuckles are practically white on the edge of the table and he grasps his dick tighter, desperately trying to keep himself grounded because he has to remember this, he has to remember how he looks right now with red creeping down his cheeks and Osomatsu’s fingers digging into his thighs.
”I’m gonna-- fuck, Karamatsu, I’m going to--”
Osomatsu chokes out one last strangled cry into his neck, chest shuddering and hips jerking violently behind him as hot strings of cum spill across his back. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, his cock twitching against Karamatsu’s ass.
The death grip on his hips releases and Osomatsu falls away from him, hitting the floor with a thump. Every point where Osomatsu had been pressed against him is red, flushed and sweaty and chills rapidly in the living room air and Karamatsu turns, immediately following his brother’s retreating figure.
He throws one leg across one of Osomatsu’s, straddling his brother’s thigh with his fist still rapidly jerking over his dick, Osomatsu looks up at him through hazy, lidded eyes, his bangs plastered across his sweaty forehead and his pulse hammering under his skin, the edge that arousal gave to his expression melting into something soft that’s only complimented by his red cheeks and pink lips. He looks perfect in a way that makes Karamatsu’s breath catch in his throat and his mind go blank.
Karamatsu kisses him, closing the space between them and smashing their mouths together in an aimless, sloppy union. There’s nothing flashy, no tricks he’s seen before in porn, just the wet slide of lips and tongues and the desperate, cloying need to feel Osomatsu before he cums. He thrusts into his hand as he groans into Osomatsu’s mouth until his vision goes white and he spills all over their stomachs.
He collapses onto Osomatsu, his face buried in the crook of his brother’s neck. Both of them struggle to catch their breath, warm and sticky but too exhausted to move quite yet. The room is stuffy and heavy, filled with their noisy breathing and the moaning of the girl vibrating through the air as she tries to reach her own completion, and Karamatsu realizes his face is still right beside Osomatsu’s.
He sits back on his knees, still sitting across Osomatsu’s leg, and just takes in his brother’s flushed, blissed out face as his chest rises and falls.
With a shaky arm and a soft grunt, Osomatsu pushes himself upright. He can’t look at his face, not yet, and Karamatsu lets his sweaty forehead hit Osomatsu’s shoulder. Fingers card through his hair and he can hear the girl wail as she finishes, her voice stuttering over broken curses.
He keeps his face pressed to Osomatsu’s shoulder, appreciating the feeling of Osomatsu’s hand petting his hair, listening to the way the girl shuffles on the other end of the computer screen.
“Hey, want to do me another favor?”
Osomatsu’s shoulders jerk as he releases a chuckle. “Haven’t we done enough for you already?” Karamatsu can’t help smiling into Osomatsu’s skin, exhaling audibly through his nose in amusement.
“Visit Cam Girls Gone Nuts Dot Net and play with me again sometime.”
The soft hum of background noise is cut off with a click. Osomatsu stiffens suddenly against him.
A familiar voice comes through the laptop. “Hey, good lookin’.”
Karamatsu pulls himself off of Osomatsu’s shoulder, craning his neck as he looks over his shoulder at the screen behind him. It’s the girl, fully dressed and smiling once more, her finger tracing her top again in the same, tantalizing motions as before.
Neither brother responds, staring dumbly at the screen with their jaws hanging slack in identical shock.
“Want to have some fun with me?”
Osomatsu swallows thickly.
“It was--” Karamatsu sputters.
“It was a recording,” Osomatsu finishes for him.
The moment hangs heavy in the air until she starts to talk again.
“Because I was thinking we could do something--” Osomatsu darts forward, scrambling with the mouse to get her to stop, to disconnect the feed. He breathes a sigh of relief as the air goes quiet, filled only with the regular drone of the laptop’s fan, letting his hands fall loosely at Karamatsu’s sides as he sits back, and looks at Karamatsu sitting over him.
He should say something. They both should say something, anything, but Karamatsu’s mouth is dry and he doesn’t know where to start or what he wants. Osomatsu’s eyes are fixed on his with that blank look he gets when he’s thinking, trying to understand.
He wants to say something. He wants to say that he felt good, he wants to ask if Osomatsu really thinks those thing or if it was just the heat of the moment, if they’d ever do that again, or if they could just watch porn together or maybe they should go on a date, how would they even go on a date, is that crazy? Does he even want that?
And despite all the questions foaming in his brain, popping like bubbles before any single line of thought can form coherently, he knows he’ll follow Osomatsu’s lead. He’s the eldest, afterall, and Karamatsu has always been willing to let him take command. The apprehension pounds in his head and he feels like an overinflated balloon, like his head is going to pop with a bang.
Osomatsu’s mouth opens, but he just shivers violently and glances at the streaks tracing down his stomach.
“Oh-- Oh shit, we’re getting it on the floor!”
“What?” He glances down and sees the dot of cum on the floorboards.
Osomatsu curses loudly as he scrambles to his feet, tugging his pants up with one hand as he skitters across the room to grab tissues, tearing a handful from the box.
“Ugh, this is so gross,” he whines as wads the tissues and mops them across his stomach. “You’re covered in it, too!”
Karamatsu smiles and does his best to imitate confidence, squaring his shoulders slightly. “A shower might be best to cleanse ourselves of our…bodily sin.”
Osomatsu just laughs, the same barking, loud, ugly laugh he’s had for years.
“You’re right! C’mon.” He offers Karamatsu a hand and tugs him to his feet.
Maybe they can figure it out later.