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It wasn’t often that he awoke like this—-feeling energized—no, quite often it was the opposite: dirty and hungover—to name a few thoughts that came to mind. In fact, it was one of the first times in a while he hadn’t woken to the potent smells of alcohol and sex, whether that be because he was simply desensitized to it, or a complete lacking of it—he was not sure. Regardless, Drew Scott was having a bright, and quite liberating morning, one that made him sure the future was full of brightness. That was—until he opened his bedroom door.
Sure, maybe awaking on the couch should have been a sign the last night had not be quite so clean after all, but his head was foggy this early and it had simply seemed an irrelevant detail. What wasn’t, however, was the sight of a quite larger man, next to his lover laying on his bed.
Yesterday’s quota had been filled by a quite important request—one that The Property Brother’s wouldn’t have expected to receive. Nonetheless, Kim Jong-Un had a special request for them regarding the building of a vacation house in canada. The situation was odd, but they’d accepted regardless as the payout was higher than anything either Drew or Jonathon had ever seen.
Thus, they’d taken to hosting a literal dictator in their shared flat. The situation was weird as all hell, yet Drew hadn’t expected to see him in the bed he and his brother shared. The thought made him shiver. Had his boyfriend really slept with another man whilst he was in another room? That simply would not stand for the esteemed Drew Scott.
Both Kim Jong-Un and John Scott promptly looked toward Drew, awaiting a screaming match that never came; before the words had formed on his tongue, Drew realized that they were actually still in eachother—and that made him really fucking hard. If his partner got to have fun with the man, so should he.
Drew marched his way into the room, making his way onto the bed. To the wide eyes of both his roommates, he promptly made himself pretty in front of Kim before roughly grabbing his ever-stiffening cock. Drew smiled cockily, looking Jonathon right in the eyes, as he began taking his thumb and rubbing the slit of Kim’s dick. Drew took his time, enough to irritate his partner and then finally grasped his whole hand around the member. Kim Jong-Un squirmed uncomfortably as Drew stroked harder, once again looking Jonathon in the eyes. He only allowed his gaze to falter to bask in the expressions his prey was making.
Drew took the whole cock in his mouth, sucking slowly, rubbing his tongue in a circular motion along the tip. At this, Jonathon began thrusting again, Kim moaning in either pain or pleasure—though neither of the brother’s cared. Drew, in response, began going faster, Kim attempting to fuck the both of them, though, the larger man was struggling at the pace they were playing. He placed a rough, sticky hand into Drew’s hair, one that repulsed him into a state of pure arousal and began going faster once again.
Soon Kim was moaning loudly— to the pleasure of them both, and he came straight into Drew’s mouth, Jonathon coming as well, though arguably before Kim. Jonathon watched inquisitively as to what his boyfriend was going to do with this revelation. Drew looked him in the eyes and swallowed, squirming himself as he did so. The three men pulled apart slowly, a pile of sticky naked bodies in front of Drew, a sight that once again—managed to repulse him into arousal. As the two men in front of him began standing, Drew whisked himself away into the kitchen to go toy with himself, taking every shred of dignity he had with him.