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They must have talked about this beforehand, the two of them. Ronan sure didn’t look surprised when Parrish invited Declan back up to their hotel room. He could only really describe the look on his brother’s face as intense. It was the same look he gave Declan before driving his fist to his nose, he knew it well. Instinctively, it made Declan’s shoulders tense, his body ready for a fight. But Ronan only went to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down silently.
Being denied the familiar routine of fighting with his brother, Declan turned to the other man in the room.
Adam Parrish had grown up well. He couldn’t help but notice how he filled up his shirts more, no longer the scrawny teenage boy he once was. He had an air to him now, a confidence he didn’t use to have.
Despite them coming to DC to spend time with Matthew, and Matthew exclusively (Ronan’s words), Declan had seen a lot of them the past few days. He had watched them interact and communicate in glances and small touches. A part of him he wasn’t entirely comfortable acknowledging was jealous of their intimacy. Another part he was trying very hard to suppress was jealous of their dynamic. It was impossible to ignore when it was so alien to him to see his brother so…
− Declan.
Suddenly Parrish was in his space. Declan reached up to loosen his abruptly constricting tie as he swallowed painfully.
− You followed us up here. You knew what we meant when we asked you to, right?
He was so close Declan could feel his breath caressing his cheek, Parrish’s nose almost brushing against his.
− Answer me.
Declan let out a shaky exhale. He quickly glanced at his brother still silently watching them, then forced himself to meet Parrish’s eyes.
− Yes.
−Yes, who?
The look on Parrish’s face was tantalizing, the slight curve of his mouth daring. Declan hesitated, out of his depth and scared, but he was three flights of stairs too late to back out now.
− Yes, Adam, he ended up answering, a slight tremor in his voice.
The smile on Adam’s face turned mocking, shaping itself into a very Ronan-like expression.
− Then get on your knees.
All Declan could do was obey. He fell to his knees, letting the weight of what he had done – what he was doing – pulling him down. He didn’t dare look at where his brother was sitting.
A hand found its way into his curls, lightly jostling his head with each passing. He could feel himself shake already. This was going to undo him.
− Do you even know what you’re doing? asked Adam in that mocking tone.
Declan’s knee-jerk reaction was to say that yes, obviously he’s had sex before, plenty of times thank you very much, but he knew that wasn’t what Adam was asking. Face burning, he silently shook his head, making the fingers slightly pull at knots in his hair.
− Mmh. Ronan, come here and show your big brother how to suck cock.
The words ripped off a whimper out of Declan’s throat. This was it, there was no coming back from this. If Ronan had stayed silently seated, he could have ignored it, plausible deniability. But this, the thump of knees on the carpet next to him, a shoulder brushing against his own. This was his end.
− Declan, said Adam in a stern voice. How do you plan on learning if you don’t watch?
The hand still in Declan’s hair tightened painfully when he didn’t immediately open his eyes. When he finally did, he was met with blue eyes so similar to his own. Ronan still had that intense look on his face and oh, Declan couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his mouth.
Adam shifted slightly to the side to be fully in front of Ronan who did not wait a second to press his face into his boyfriend’s clothed crotch. Adam’s hand left Declan’s head to lovingly caress Ronan’s and Declan immediately missed the weight of it. He felt untethered and swayed slightly as he watched Ronan lick fat stripes over Adam’s bulge before pushing his boyfriend’s jeans down.
Declan couldn’t take his eyes away. His brother was so clearly into it, rubbing his face against the hard cock, nuzzling the little bush of hair at the base. He licked his way to the tip before spitting on it.
This was filthy and wet, and sinful, and the hottest thing Declan had ever witnessed. He couldn’t fully wrap his mind around what he was seeing. His baby brother, sucking dick like it was his sole mission on this earth. Precum smeared on his cheek, lips stretched and eyes hooded, Ronan looked like a god.
− Good job, Ronan. Always so good with your mouth, baby.
Ronan closed his eyes in a blissful expression at his boyfriend’s praise and moaned around a mouthful. Declan’s cock, already fully hard and leaking in his pants, twitched at the sound. Oh God, please forgive him.
− So what do you think, Declan? Seeing your brother like this. Doesn’t he look good?
Ronan opened his eyes and locked them on him, as intense as ever, waiting. Declan couldn’t have denied him even if he’d tried.
− So good, Ronan, he let out in a breath, holding his brother’s gaze.
Ronan’s eyes rolled back as he moaned loudly, hands twitching in his lap. Adam ran his hands reverently over Ronan’s scalp before settling on the back on his head and nape.
− Why don’t you show Declan how deep you can take it, hm? Show off for your big brother.
That put Ronan’s eyes back on Declan as he let Adam push his head down until the entirety of his shaft had disappeared into his mouth.
Declan was mesmerized. The sounds his brother’s throat made were the filthiest he’d ever heard. Getting to see Ronan like this, it felt like his entire reality was being rewritten, rearranged around this man on his knees, worshiping his god. Because this scene, as lewd and sinful as it was, was the holiest thing Declan had ever witnessed, he was sure of it.
− Well done, Ronan, said Adam, gently pushing his mouth off him. Now let’s see how much Declan has learned from this demonstration.
Adam repositioned himself fully in front of him and he was now faced with a very hard, very wet cock. He tentatively took it in hand. It was still dripping from his little brother’s saliva. That fact alone was enough to make him moan loudly and he looked over at Ronan, needing guidance, reassurance, anything so he wouldn’t completely unravel.
His brother’s eyes snapped from his hand to his face, his pupils two black holes threatening to swallow him whole. A small movement of his head pushed Declan to action.
Taking a steadying breath, he licked at the dripping tip. The taste exploded in his mouth. He greedily sucked to get more of it. Adam let him explore and a part of Declan almost resented the freedom. He tried to take more in his mouth and promptly gagged. Humiliation scorching his cheeks, he took a second to catch his breath and tried again. This time when he felt his throat protest, he pushed himself to take more. He got rewarded by a low grunt from Adam that lit his entire body on fire. He was doing good. He started bobbing his head slowly, getting used to the feel if it, his hand moving in time on the rest of the length.
− Good jod, Declan. But you can take me deeper than this, I know you can. Ronan, why don’t you help your brother.
Ronan’s surprisingly gentle hand found its way into Declan’s hair and God, yes, he had needed that weight, the concrete physical evidence of his brother’s presence behind him, slowly pushing him down on his boyfriend’s cock.
− Deep breath through your nose and mind your teeth, amurmur next to his ear.
Completely lost to his brother’s voice, Declan could only obey as best he could. When he gagged again, Ronan kept his head in place and pushed until Declan’s nose was pressed to the curls at the base of Adam’s cock.
His senses were completely overwhelmed: the smell of musk in his nose, the taste of precum on his tongue, the obscene symphony of gags and moans, the warm pressure of his brother’s body now pressed against his own. His entire world began and ended with them; his existence resumed to this very moment.
A part of Declan was aware of the increasingly louder moans coming from Adam and the speed at which he was now thrusting into his mouth yet explosion of his orgasm still took him by surprise when it filled his mouth.
He let the softening cock slip out with one last slurp, turned to Ronan and swallowed while maintaining eye contact.
That seemed to be the last straw for his brother who took hold of Declan’s face and kissed him.
Finally.
Declan knew at that moment that it was always going to happen one day or another. And this, his brother’s tongue licking his boyfriend’s cum out of his mouth, was both the hottest and realest Declan had ever felt.
Now that he was finally able to touch Ronan, that this final line had been crossed, he could not get himself to stop. And by the desperate way Ronan was kissing him, he must have felt the same way.
Hands wove themselves firmly in his hair as Declan gripped his brother’s arm, back, anything to bring him closer. He was starting to feel lightheaded, breathing unimportant compared to the warmth of Ronan’s tongue against his own.
They were now tightly pressed together and Declan could feel Ronan’s hard cock on his hip. The room was filled with their moans as they abandoned themselves to their pleasure and started grinding against each other.
They both reached their climax quickly, too wound up to last more than a few minutes. They kneeled there for a moment, still in front of Adam who gently caressed both their heads while they came down back to him.
When the discomfort in their pants started to overcome the floaty feeling, they both got up despite protesting knees.
Declan was kind of lost now. He could feel the moment was done, but he wasn’t entirely sure he could go back to how things were before, act like this evening hadn’t alter his life in every possible aspect. So he just stood there awkwardly, waiting for one of them to say something or throw him out.
Unsurprisingly, it was Adam who did both.
− Well, we should do that again sometimes, he said while guiding Declan to the door with a gentle but firm hand on his back.
Declan looked back at his bother and was met with a fierce and royal grin from Ronan, the best look on his brother. And Declan could live with that.