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Junho doesn’t know how long he’s been laying in bed. Every inch of his body feels bloodied and bruised, but he knows Inho would never leave him in such a state.
For a moment Junho wonders if the Front Man did though. If he scraped away at everything Junho is and just left behind broken skin. An empty shell with nothing in it.
But then he remembers Inho’s soft touches and care, and he knows it can’t be true. So the problem lies with Junho.
Junho is the one slowly breaking himself down, because Junho is the one who’s not strong enough.
Inho is trying so incredibly hard to take care of him, and Junho is just being difficult.
Why did he pick up the gun.
He’s trying, he’s trying so incredibly hard, but it’s as if everything he’s done is only making everything worse.
He doesn’t feel like himself anymore.
Why was it so important to him that he leaves the island and take Inho with him. Why was he so desperately clawing at this plan.
The island is horrible, disgusting, filthy, rotten. The island is everything wrong with humanity.
He feels like the island.
Is this why Inho cares so much about him? Why Inho is pouring all his love and care into Junho?
Junho feels broken and hollow. He feels like a bloodied corpse, something ugly and disgusting and rotten. He should have known he never would have been able to save his brother, because he was tainting Inho himself.
But that’s okay, because Inho cares for ugly broken things, so he’ll care for Junho too.
After a time that felt like an eternity and also like nothing at all, Junho hears the bedroom door open. He doesn’t bother moving from his laying position on the bed. He doesn’t bother moving at all.
Inho enters the room and looks at his brother. He’s been watching through the security feed all day, barely able to concentrate on his work, so he knows Junho hasn’t moved an inch. Despite Junho’s eyes being open, he hasn’t so much as twitched.
As Inho moves closer to the bed, he sees Junho move for the first time today. It’s a simple turn of his brother’s head, but Inho will take it. He’ll take anything that shows him that Junho still has some life left in him. Anything that shows him he hasn’t broken his brother beyond repair.
Inho leans in, planning to caress his brother’s face. But before he could touch him, Junho suddenly moves.
Thinking that Junho is once more planning to fight, Inho braces himself, but instead he harmlessly falls to the floor with an armful of his sobbing brother.
Junho didn’t plan to tackle the Front Man, didn’t plan to do much of anything. But as he saw the masked man’s hand draw closer to his face, he was terrified.
He can’t handle another punishment, not so soon, not like this. If the Front Man punishes him again there truly won’t be anything else left of Junho.
So Junho scrambles to hold the man, accidentally pushing them both onto the floor, as he begs with apologies.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, please I'm sorry. Not again, I’ll listen, not another punishment, I’m sorry, please, I can’t. Please please please please, I’m sorry.”
Inho lays there briefly confused as he hears the endless mantra coming from his brother. He quickly sits up, still holding Junho, and takes off his mask.
“Junho, brother, it’s okay. I’m not here to punish you again.” Inho gently pulls Junho away from his chest so he can look at his brother’s face.
As Junho looks up at Inho, he feels like a mess, he feels disgusting. He wants to hide away back into his brother’s chest. Before he can do that though, he feels Inho gently caress his face, and wipe away his tears. And Junho once more remembers that everything will be okay, because Inho cares for disgusting things.
As Inho wipes away Junho’s tears, his brother slowly calms down. Junho stops apologizing and his sobbing turns into quiet crying.
Inho sighs before gently holding Junho's face with both hands, his thumbs still wiping away tears. “You know I love you right, everything I do, I do because I love you.”
Junho may not have understood before, but he understands now. All the pain, every time he’s been hurt, it’s only because he’s loved. So he closes his eyes, leaning more into his brother’s hands. “I know, I love you too Inho.”
Inho is in bliss, everything he does, everything he’s done, it’s finally paying off. Junho is pliant, broken, beautiful.
Inho doesn’t know why he does it, maybe it was being told he is loved by Junho. Maybe it’s because after all the hurt he has endured, he finally has a moment to relax. Maybe it's simply a mood of the moment. Regardless of the reason, having his brother in his arms like this, sitting on the floor with Junho is his lap, Junho’s face in his hands.
Inho is strong, but in this moment he has never felt weaker. So he gives in.
Junho’s eyes are still closed when he feels lips on his own. He immediately opens his eyes as his breath hitches. Inho is kissing him. It’s a tender thing, a gentle caress of each other’s lips. It's a simple thing, but it sets Junho’s body on fire. It’s as if Sir is filling him with life.
Inho realizing what he’s done quickly pulls back. Looking at Junho he’s worried that once more he’ll be stared at with hate, but all he sees is his brother wide eyed with a blushing face.
Inho slowly leans back in for another kiss, prepared to stop at any indication that Junho doesn’t want this. But as he draws closer all he sees is Junho’s blush getting deeper, as his brother once more closes his eyes, accepting of everything Inho has to give.
Inho has always been a greedy man, and seeing such an open and welcoming invitation, Inho devours.
Junho feels as Sir once more kisses him, this time deeper, more desperate. And all he can do is lean into it more. Junho is desperate for touch, desperate for love, desperate for anything the man holding him will give.
As he gasps for air, he feels the kiss deepen even more as Sir’s tongue enters his mouth. Junho doesn’t bother battling for dominance, he’s learned that he will never win. So he stays open and pliant as Sir explores his mouth.
As the kiss gets even more heated, Junho feels himself being picked up. The touch briefly broken as he’s gently tossed onto the bed. Junho lays there breathing heavily, and opens his eyes to see Sir hovering over him.
Inho looks down at his brother. Junho is laying on the bed in nothing more than Inho’s sweater, and Inho’s boxers. His brother’s face is fully flushed, the blush having traveled down to his neck, his eyes half lidded, and his lips wet and red.
Inho repositions himself so he’s in-between Junho’s legs. One hand next to Junho’s head, while the other is on his brother’s face, his thumb rubbing against Junho’s bottom lip.
And as he gently slips the finger into his brother’s mouth, he leans closer and whispers a simple question. “Do you want more?”
Junho feels feverish, his entire body is on fire and he feels like a dam that’s about to break. No that’s wrong, he’s already broken, maybe he’s always been broken. All he’s been doing is fighting to fix a wall that was barely built to begin with. So Junho gives in.
Junho avoids eye contact, embarrassed as he suckles on the thumb inside his mouth. He moves his bandaged hands to lift his sweater up, fully exposing himself to Sir.
Inho’s pupils dilate as he looks down at his brother. He removes his wet thumb from Junho’s mouth to tweak one of his brother’s hard nipples.
As Junho lets out a low moan, Inho leans back a bit and palms his brother’s bulge. He plays with it until a wet spot forms on the underwear.
Before Inho continues he moves to the drawer next to the bed. After grabbing a small bottle of lube, Inho quickly strips himself of all his clothing.
Returning to his original position Inho starts to gently strip Junho also. He further lifts the sweater off of his brother, making sure not to irritate Junho’s shoulder. With only the underwear left, Inho lowers it down as if opening a present. He stares reverently as Junho’s erection springs free, hard because of Inho.
Junho looks at Sir through lidded eyes. The way they’re both stripped, both naked. Scars and wounds fully on display, unable to hide anything.
He avoids looking at Sir’s shoulder.
Junho's breath hitches when he once more feels hands on his chest. He lets out a low moan as the area gets kneaded, before both nipples get pinched. He can feel his skin get more and more heated as the hands travel down, briefly brushing against the scar along his side.
Junho grips the bedsheets as his inner thighs get briefly played with. The hands disappear for a second before returning. Junho gasps as a wet palm gropes his most intimate area, before slowly moving up and down.
“Sir, it feels good.” Junho says in a near whisper. He wants more, but he also wants to give the other man the same pleasure. “Can I make you feel good too Sir?”
Inho is a bit confused on why his brother is calling him Sir, but in the moment he decides not to question it. “Of course you can brother.”
Inho leans in and while kissing Junho, he rubs his length against the younger man’s. Inho lets out a moan as he feels his brother’s bandaged hands jerk their lengths together.
For as good as it feels, Junho’s hands are still healing, so Inho gently grabs them and brings them up to kiss the fingers. “We need to be careful of your injuries, but don’t worry, there are other ways you can make me feel good.”
Junho tenses for a brief moment as he feels a wet finger against his hole.
“You need to relax brother.” Inho kneads Junho’s hip and slowly pushes the finger in as he feels his brother relax. “That’s a good boy.”
Junho moans as the finger is slowly moved in and out, pressing at the walls of his insides along the way. He lets out a gasp as he feels a second finger join the first. It stings, but not so bad as to be painful.
Inho slowly scissors his fingers, with each wince of his brother he kneads Junho’s hip more, almost as an apology. “You’re being so good for me brother, I can feel you opening yourself up for me more and more, such a good boy for me Junho.”
To distract Junho of the pain, Inho starts to pump his brother’s length as he presses a third finger into Junho’s hole.
Junho winces, it hurts. Sir is trying to distract him but the pain is starting to burn. He’s feeling scared. Junho isn’t a virgin, but the area Sir is playing with has never been touched in such an intimate way. The stretch is uncomfortable and Junho is trying his best not to cry as tears collect in his eyes.
Feeling how his brother has tensed, Inho stops moving his fingers and looks up at Junho. He notices how hard Junho is gripping the bedsheets, and how his face is scrunched, teary eyes firmly shut.
Inho gently removes his fingers from Junho’s hole, while his other hand continues to rub at his brother’s length. “Oh brother, you shouldn’t hide how much it’s hurting. I want you to feel good.” Inho slips 2 fingers back into his brother as he feels Junho once more starting to relax. “I won’t lie and say this won’t hurt, but the pain should never overwhelm the pleasure. Tell me if the pain is becoming too much, do you understand me Junho.”
Junho takes some deep breaths, briefly worried that he’s angered the Front Man, but quickly calms after realizing Sir was only worried about him. “Yes, I understand Sir,” he says with a soft moan.
Before trying to once more insert his third finger, Inho searches around for Junho’s prostrate. He knows he’s found it when his brother suddenly let’s out a loud keen.
Junho’s back arches off the bed as his entire world suddenly turns white. The pleasure courses through him so much he barely feels as the third finger joins the first two. “Sir, it’s too much Sir.” Junho barely manages to get out through moans. His prostrate is being abused while his dick is still being played with. Every touch feels like it’s setting fire to his veins. “Sir, please, I’m cumming!”
“Cum for me brother.” Inho continues to finger his brother through the orgasm, nearly sending Junho into overstimulation before letting go of the younger man’s length. Inho doesn’t take out his fingers, but does stop thrusting into his brother.
Inho stares down at his brother’s white splattered abdomen as Junho’s chest goes frantically up and down, still in the process of coming off of his high. Inho’s own dick feels ready to burst, but his brother hasn’t been stretched enough yet.
As much as Inho would love to just bury himself to the hilt, he needs to make sure Junho’s comfort comes first. Inho has hurt his brother enough, at least in this area he wants to prioritize his brother’s comfort.
As Junho’s breathing starts to calm, Inho makes sure to pour some extra lube before gently trying to insert his fourth and last finger. “You’re such a good boy for me brother, look how soft and pliant you are now.” Inho continues to shower Junho with praises as the fourth finger enters without resistance, his brother fully relaxed after his orgasm.
As Junho comes back to his body, he can feel how Sir is still stretching him out. It would almost be overstimulating if it weren’t for how gentle the man is being. Junho lets out a couple of breathy moans as he once more moves his hand down to play with Sir’s length, wanting to also give the other man pleasure.
Inho lets out a shaky moan at Junho’s sudden touch. “Brother, I won’t be able to hold back any longer if you play with me like this.”
“Then don’t hold back Sir, I want you to feel good too.” Junho says while not stopping his hand movements.
Inho being on the edge this entire time, nearly snaps with those words. Quickly removing his fingers and lubing himself up, Inho lines up and slowly starts to insert himself into his brother’s body. “You’re still so tight. I need you to relax, yes just like that. You’re being such a good boy for me Junho.”
It hurts, but Sir’s low moans as he feeds inch after inch of himself into Junho makes it bearable. Each time he tenses up Sir stops and waits for Junho to once more relax, refusing to go further until Junho’s used to the length inside him.
After what feels like an eternity, Inho finally presses flush to his brother. His entire rod fully penetrating the younger man. It takes everything in Inho’s willpower not to start mindlessly thrusting like some dog in heat. “Are you ready for me Junho.”
Junho doesn’t know if he is. He feels so full he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, but he wants, no, needs Sir to feel good too. So after a brief moment of hesitation, Junho wraps his arms around Sir’s shoulders and whispers, “please love me.”
And with those 3 simple words Inho starts to thrust. He tries to be gentle but after holding back for so long he couldn’t help going harder than he originally intended. With his brother scratching his back while loud moans pour from the both of them, it takes everything not to simply finish within the first couple of movements.
Inho repeatedly pulls out until just his tip is left in his brother before thrusting back in, hard and rough. “I love you,” he whispers with each hit. “You’re so good for me Junho. I love you brother, so good for me.” He says between moans, barely able to get the words out with how heavenly it feels to be inside Junho.
Inho leans down, fully flushed to his brother, never stopping the movement of his hips as he kisses Junho deep and hard. When the younger man moves away to breath, Inho instead latches onto his neck, suckling until a mark is left before repeating the process in a different area. He wants to mark his brother in as many ways possible, cover him in memories of their love for each other. Claim Junho for others to see that his brother is taken, that he can’t be touched because he belongs to Inho.
Junho can feel himself reaching the edge, and with how frantic Sir is becoming, the other man must be reaching the edge too. With each thrust bringing him closer and closer, each brush against his prostrate driving him the slightest bit more insane. Junho finally reaches the edge with a loud moan, “Sir I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m ~AH!”
Feeling his brother suddenly tighten around him, Inho buries himself as far as he could go, before releasing his own seed deep into Junho. “Hnn, so good. Such a good boy. My lovely brother. Mine, only mine.”
After a brief moment, Inho once more kisses Junho. Swallowing the younger man’s overstimulated whine as Inho slowly pulls out.
Inho sits back and just appreciates the view, Junho’s red face covered in tears and spit. His harsh breathing, slowly calming down. His naked body splattered with two loads of his brother’s own spunk. His neck and chest covered in red marks, evidence of Inho’s love for him. His flaccid penis laying on his lower stomach, unable to get hard again. His puffy red hole, slowly leaking Inho’s seed.
It takes everything within Inho not to slide back in, and just stay there. Bury himself as deep as possible and never leave. But for now, after catching his own breath, Inho leaves to prepare a bath before returning to pick up his brother.
Inho lowers his brother into the tub before getting in himself. Sitting with Junho’s back laying against his chest, Inho begins to gently clean the younger man. After making sure that Junho’s shoulder didn’t get aggravated with their love making, Inho moves on to pay attention to his hands. They’re still an angry red, the skin broken, not having had enough time to heal.
Inho brings the hand back and kisses near the wound, “I don’t like it when you injure yourself Junho.”
Junho briefly tenses, “I deserve the pain.”
Inho squeezes his brother for a second before letting go. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore. If I catch you injuring yourself again there will be punishment. Promise me Junho.”
Junho, fearing the Front Man’s words, lies. “I promise.” Junho deserves the pain for ruining his brother. He deserves to hurt for every last bit that Inho has suffered. He’s promised, but he won’t mean it.
Inho sighs before deciding to let the conversation go, not wanting to ruin such an intimate moment.
When Inho feels Junho once more starting to relax, he insert 2 fingers into his brother, scraping out his left over cum. He half holds the younger man as he feels him flinch in pain. “I know it stings, bear with me for a bit, I need to clean you out Junho.”
Inho would love to keep his seed inside of his brother, but he doesn’t want Junho to get uncomfortable with dried cum. So he scrapes out his love, calming himself with the thought that he’ll have other chances to fill Junho back up. Maybe he’ll even have Junho swallow his load next time.
Inho stops that train of thought before he works himself back up.
With both of them cleaned, Inho dries them both off, treats his brother’s wounds and gets them dressed. After a quick meal, the brothers fall asleep, deep in each other’s arms.
The next morning Inho wakes up, Junho nowhere in sight.