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Ichimatsu didn't know what hit him, and probably would never know because the drugs surely knocked him out.
“He looks kinda dead!” Jyushimatsu pointed out, bursting with laughter as he bounced on Ichimatsu's dick like he was making a rodeo performance. He didn't even need to muffle his moans with the yellow sleeve he occasionally bit into, but he was giving Osomatsu quite a show regardless of the noise, blushing so adorably it sent even more tingling sensations down the eldest brother's loins.
Not like there was further need for any of that, since Ichimatsu's mouth was already doing a great job as Osomatsu's fleshlight.
"Kinda does," Osomatsu agreed, kneeling above Ichimatsu's head and grabbing him by the throat with both hands as he thrust his cock in and out of his little brother's mouth. "I can feel his pulse though. That's good, right?"
"I mean—aaaahhhnn—why wouldn't it be?" Jyushimatsu sank down, tilting his head and sighing happily as Ichimatsu's cock was treating his prostate very well. "Would you rather we fucked him dead?"
"Nah. I'm not that kind of freak," Osomatsu said, chuckling, as he relished the feeling of his cock forming a bulge in Ichimatsu's throat. "Are you?"
"Nope!" Jyushimatsu broke out into a whimper, and added cheekily, "... maybe, haha!"
"God, you're a little shit," Osomatsu said, laughing, and grabbed Jyushimatsu by the front of his hoodie. "C'mere, give your nii-chan a kiss."
Jyushimatsu didn't make him ask twice, leaning in. They went into the kiss tongue first, drooling like stupid animals as they kept fucking and getting fucked by their blissfully unaware brother underneath them.
They came almost simultaneously. Ichimatsu, too, filled Jyushimatsu up with his sperm letting out an ugly gurgle caused by Osomatsu's choking hands. In return, Jyushimatsu shot his load on Ichimatsu's face, right after Osomatsu forced the latter to gulp all his fresh cum down.
As Jyushimatsu came down from his high, he rubbed his tummy with a delightful smile on his face. "Thanks for the puppies, Ichimatsu-niisan."
"He can't hear you," Osomatsu chuckled, tucking his dick back into his pants. "Sex toys usually don't."
"Good point!" Jyushimatsu agreed, coming down to lie next to Ichimatsu and ignoring Osomatsu's complaints about having to clean up because he lost at rock paper scissors earlier today.
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