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“N-Nii-chan…”
Rin cannot contain his moans as he imagines his brother being there, holding him tightly, embracing him from behind, rough hand stroking him with passion.
“Nii-chan… P-Please… Please…”
Rin squeezes his eyes shut. Forbidden fantasies flashes in his mind. Fantasies of his brother’s chapped lips ghosting his skin, leaving a trail of tingles on its wake.
“N-Nii-chan, I want you, please…”
‘Be a good boy, Rin,’ the brother in his fantasy says, ‘Listen to what Nii-chan says.’
“I will!” Rin gasps, “I will listen! Whatever Nii-chan says—”
‘Good,’ the imaginary Sae compliments him, pats his hair, brushes his calloused thumb over Rin’s chin to wipe out the drool that escapes his lips.
‘Show Nii-chan how eager you are.’
Rin whines. He turns around, places his weight on his hands and knees. He spreads his legs, back arching to fully present his sultry ass for his Nii-chan.
‘Look at you, Rin,’ his imaginary Nii-chan murmurs, ‘What a slut. Since when does my cute little brother become a slut, huh?’
Rin whimpers. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. R-Rin wants Nii-chan.”
He lifts his eyes open briefly just to look at the picture on his phone. It’s a picture of his brother; a shirtless Itoshi Sae on his instagram feed, dripping wetly from head to toe, coastline behind him, as well as his teammates swimming joyfully on the beach.
Rin’s attention only focuses on his brother; on that firm torso and shapely biceps, on that cold, piercing gaze that seems to bore into his soul.
“Nii-chan, Nii-chan, Rin needs Nii-chan,” Rin bites back a sob.
He reaches for the bedside drawers, for the huge black dildo he hides there. Panting lightly, he hastily squeezes a dollop of lube on that toy before directing it to his own hole.
“S-So big, Nii-chan…”
Tears spring up to his eyes. In that moment, another memory flashes before his eyes. A particularly bitter memory on a cold day in December. The day his heart shattered. The day his brother stab a knife through his fragile heart and twists it.
Rin sobs. “I will do anything, I will do anything, please come back, Nii-chan.”
He pushes the dildo into him, fucks himself messily on that piece of plastic. He imagines his brother being so angry at him that he throws him on the bed, fucks him roughly, fucks his anger on him until he’s satisfied.
And at the end of the day Rin will sob pitifully in his brother’s arms.
And Sae will stay to hold him tightly until his tears stop flowing.
But it’s all merely his imagination.
Here, in this cold room, Rin climaxes with a cry, and continues to cry. His ass stings, his limbs hurt, his heart aches.
There’s only him alone to clean up all the mess.