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Viktor times it perfectly tonight. He arrives just as dinner is finished, the maid clearing away his family's plates and their long-suffering butler handing his father his coat just inside the dining room door as Viktor stumbles inside. The room falls silent. Vik feels more than sees his father's eyes burning down his body, gaze dragging across his mesh shirt and the black lace bralette beneath, pooling at the band of his high-waisted skirt before dripping, ichor-like, the few inches down to its hem; the tantalizing gap between his thigh highs and skirt is almost longer than the skirt itself. Vik's cane catches on the rug and he almost trips--a firm arm catches him around the waist immediately as one of his brothers stands so quickly, ready to run to his rescue, that his chair clatters to the floor. Their father carefully tilts Vik back onto his feet, frowning down at his youngest son's towering black platform boots.
"You've been wearing those while drinking?" he asks, voice vaguely disapproving.
Vik looks down at his second-favourite pair of shoes. "You said not to wear my heeled ones to parties," he slurs with a giggle.
"That's too dangerous Vik," his brother, August, admonishes as he quickly rights his chair.
Vik waves a stilletto-nailed hand. "It's fiiine... there's always someone nice and strong around to catch me," he says, leaning on their dad's arm and smiling at them both. The angle of his body hides the subtle way the older man's hand slides down to rest on his ass before he lets go. Vik tries to sell his resulting shudder of arousal as a drunken sway. "Heading to work, Dad?"
Their father just nods, shrugging on his coat without taking his eyes from Vik's body even as he faces into the hall. Vik pretends not to notice. "Back late again. Goodnight boys," he says as he leaves, closing the door behind him with one last glance at his son's thighs.
Alfonse, his other brother, comes in from the kitchen, probably where he'd been helping the cook or the maid gather dishes. "Oh!" he says excitedly, face brightening even more than its usual sunny grin as he sees Vik. He bounds over like a happy golden retriever and scoops Vik up into a hug. "You look so hot tonight!" he says, lifting Vik almost two feet off the ground. Vik's connective tissue disorder had been his excuse for his unusually diminutive height at not even five feet--Alfonse had no such medical reason for his absurd stature.
Face lost in a sea of Alfonse's oversized biceps and breasts alike, Vik almost misses August's delightful response. "He looks like a slut," August mutters, sitting back at the table, back to the two of them.
Vik giggles. "A hot slut?" he slurs when Alfonse sets him back on his feet. Vik stays leaning against Alfonse while he grins at the back of August's head. His grin widens at the sight of the man's shoulders tensing in barely-restrained fury.
Or, maybe, jealousy.
Plates clank in the following silence as the maid gathers the rest. Alfonse bounces back to the table to collect the glasses, leaving Vik to slump against the doors and giggle to himself. Once Alfonse leaves, Vik sidles up to the table to lean on August's chair. He lets one of his arms dangle over the back, brushing against his brother's chest as August tenses even further.
"Can you help me to bed?" he asks, resting his head on August's shoulder. "I think I... drank a little too much," he says with an ashamed chuckle.
August snorts, relaxing a little. "You think? I'm getting drunk off your breath."
Vik giggles, letting a hot sigh fan out over his brother's neck. August shudders and hopes Vik is too drunk to realise why.
"Pleeease Augie," Vik whines. His poor brother's next exhale is shaky.
"You don't want to ask the puppy?" August suggests, his last-ditch effort: throwing their big, excitable golden retriever of a brother under the bus.
"He's busyyy..." Vik presses his cheek to August's and nuzzles him. "Alfie's helping the maid..."
Being the good, supportive brother he is, August of course helps Vik to the lift. Their father had it installed in the house when Vik was young--he'd used a wheelchair frequently back then. Vik hangs off him the entire ride, making sure to rub his chest on August's side and feeling August shift in place. When the doors open, they walk together to Vik's room, Vik walking oddly due to his feigned inebriation and August walking oddly due to... other reasons.
August means to dump his brother at his room and leave swiftly for his own. He really does. One time was enough--he'd told himself several times ago--he can't keep doing this. This evil, repulsive, taboo act. It's only a matter of time before he gets caught, or Vik wakes up during, or Vik's birth control fails--he silently curses himself for that last thought as his dick jumps in his pants. He's already leaking pre. Fuck. He shouldn't be dripping precum into his underwear. He should be smearing it inside his brother.
Fuck. No. God.
He tries to get a grip on himself as he helps Vik to the bed. His little brother sits with a relieved sigh, handing over his cane for August to lean against the wall before slumping back on his elbows. He lifts a platform boot in August's direction.
"Help me take 'em off?" he slurs sleepily.
Fuck no. "Okay." August sinks slowly to his knees. He tries to keep his eyes on Vik's boots, but the second Vik's panties come into view from beneath his far-too-fucking-short skirt his gaze jumps to them. Fuck. Black and lacy. A fragile little scrap of fabric barely hiding his brother's perfect hairless cunt from view. His fat lips peak out from one side. August's cock jerks again, balls swollen. Why had he worn tight pants tonight rather than his usual skirt? Below Vik's eyeline August reaches down to grope himself quickly, for just a second of relief, before gripping his boot in both hands. Vik lifts his leg a little for him, thighs parting. August's mouth waters. He can barely hear the boot's zipper over the pounding in his ears as he drags it down. He moves closer, hypnotized. His fingers slide around Vik's calf as he levers the boot off. August fancies that he can smell his brother's pussy, but that has to be his imagination. Fuck. Well. Unless...
Vik slumps from his elbows to lying flat on the bed. August jumps, glancing guiltily at the closed door, suddenly remembering where he is and what he's doing. What he's about to do. He eases the boot off. Vik's foot dangles, clad in those black thigh highs and not even touching the floor. August exhales shakily. His brother is such a delicate little man. So, so pretty--friendly and glowing and beautiful. Always so scantily-clad, always smiley and clever and gorgeous. Catching the eye of everyone in the room--August knows. He's seen it. Glared down hundreds, thousands of drooling youths and older men as they leered at his brother. Their mother thinks it's sweet that he's so protective of his youngest sibling. She wouldn't if she knew why.
If August didn't protect Vik, jealously, fervently, as a lover would, then someone else might get to him.
And that is fucking unacceptable.
August's grip tightens on Vik's other calf as he slowly tugs the next boot free. This boot's zip is a little more stubborn, so he has to move Vik's leg a little. Purely by accident, of course, this jostles his thighs further apart, skirt riding up to reveal even more of his brother's perfect brown skin to the light from the chandelier above. August takes his sweet time, scanning Vik's flesh and clothes with gritted teeth as he searches for any sign that some fucker at this little surprise party tonight touched his brother. His cunt. August's.
"Why didn't you tell me there was going to be a party tonight?" he asks, trying to sound normal.
No response. Is Vik too ashamed?
Unlikely.
August looks up, has to stand to see Vik's relaxed, sleeping face. August watches him. Then Vik gives out that adorable little snore that August used to fall asleep to before their parents made them sleep in separate beds. He'd hated them for it, as had Vik and Alfonse, but they'd been right to force some space between the boys. August goes back to kneeling and slides his hands up Vik's inner thighs. If they hadn't, this would have happened a long time ago.
His brother's thighs are creamy smooth. Velvety soft. They welcome him home as his hands move over glossy stretch marks that make him coo with want. His beautiful, flawless little brother. Small and soft and warm and perfect. And wet. He teases the thin lace over his brother's leaking cunt with a finger. His clit, enlarged by years on testosterone, makes a little bump in the fabric. August rubs it in gentle circles and one of Vik's thighs twitch. August stops--only long enough to take hold of his brother's hips to tug him closer to the bed's edge, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to one thigh. He resists the urge to suck a bruise into it as he watches Vik's swollen pussy twitch in his soaked panties.
"Gods," he whispers. He slides a thumb up the length of his brother's slit, feeling it give and spread open when he presses down. It wants him. Remembers him. Wants more.
He'll give it thankfully.
This close, his brother's scent fills his lungs with every breath, and August inhales until the room spins. Sweet and heady and intoxicating--he gives in and presses a sloppy kiss to Vik's pussy. He tugs his thighs over his shoulders until he's completely engulfed. He's hard. He's so hard. Dripping and swollen in his pants, he whines. But he needs both his hands to touch his perfect little brother, so he ignores his own need for now. He can feed it just by tasting him--so he does, running his tongue up and down the slick-soaked gusset until all his senses are filled with Vik, Vik, Vik--Viktor, my brother, my gorgeous brother with a tight hot dripping cunt and an empty womb that everyone who meets him wants to fill, fuck. August hooks his panties under a thumb and tugs it aside, finally revealing bald brown lips with beautiful pink insides and a hard, swollen clit. He scans it for any sign that someone else was here tonight--that some stranger touched his brother where only August's hands should be allowed. Vik's skin glistens with his own arousal, folds fat and plump, every inch begging for August's mouth. And below it all, his leaking hole, hungry for its own brother's cock and seed. It pulses under his gaze, like it knows he's there, who he is. It looks clean, unused. But he has to be sure. He sticks his tongue in it.
Gods, fuck, Viktor--August's eyes roll back and his hips buck into the air. His little brother's pussy sucks his tongue in and fills his mouth with clean, pure slick, walls tightening like they're begging for more.
I'll give you more, little brother.
His thumb works Vik's clit, rolling the small head between his fingers as he french-kisses his breedhole the way he wants to kiss Vik's mouth in front of their parents. In front of the men who watch Vik's ass sway under his little skirts. His brother. His slut. His little cocksleeve. His boyfriend, his husband, his fucktoy. Viktor was born to be his older brother's cumpdump and breedwhore, to suck his own slick off his brother's tongue in front of everyone so they know who he belongs to.
August's other hand is on Vik's lower stomach--over his womb--trying to hold him still while Vik's hips roll and his thighs twitch. He moans against Vik's cunt, mouth and nose and eyes and ears filled with his brother, and still he wants more. Needs more. His fingers work Vik's little cock faster and he plunges his tongue in deep like he's trying to tongue-fuck his brother's cervix until the thighs around his head squeeze so hard it hurts. It's perfect. Above all, the only thing he tastes is Vik. No salty tang of another's disgusting seed. Just his brother. Pure. Untouched. August's perfect, chaste brother and his leaking cunt. Distantly, he hears Vik's sleepy moans and whimpers, and groans at the way his walls suddenly clamp down around his tongue like a hot, wet mouth.
He almost cums in his fucking pants at the thought that he just made his sleeping brother orgasm.
Vik's thighs relax around his head and August finally pulls back to breathe, gulping in lungfuls of brother-pussy filled air until his vision clears. When it does, the first thing he sees is his brother's throbbing little clit. Redder and more swollen than before, it twitches under his gaze, the entrance below steadily leaking more slick that August spreads back up his folds with a finger. This is why he keeps his fingernails short now--he used to like getting long stilletto manicures like the ones Vik is currently shredding his duvet with, but he needs them blunt, so he can slowly slide his finger up and down his brother's swollen pussy and feed it gently into his hole. Vik's cunt lets him in easily, fucked open by his tongue and soft post-orgasm, and August moans as he presses it in deep. Gods, his brother is so--so perfect. He swirls his finger inside him, feeling the walls tighten and loosen, all soft and hot and needy. He wishes his fingers were long enough to reach his brother's cervix--the opening to his fertile little womb--to tease that little ring of muscle until it lets him in. That's not how it works, he knows, he knows, but wouldn't it? Wouldn't his own little brother's womb open for him? Recognise its own brother's hard, dripping cock, and take everything he has to give? August should be able to bottom out in his sibling's hole, feel his uterus wrap around his cockhead and suckle it for every drop of his fertile cum, sealing closed once he pulls out to keep it all inside where it belongs. Keeping its brother's virile swimmers exactly where they need to be to fertilise his eggs. To breed him. August should be able to fill his brother's womb with his cock and his cum and then his children.
Ignoring the throbbing cock swollen in his pants that begs him to do that exact thing, August curls his finger deep inside Vik's cunt and tugs it out, trying to scrape out any sign of semen someone else could have left in there. He knows how long this little pussy likes to hold onto cum, how deep it stays. Maybe that's just because it's his seed, though--Vik's body recognising its own blood and keeping its nieces and nephews safely tucked against his womb so one of them can find its target. Fortunately he finds nothing but Vik's clean, creamy slick.
August presses another finger in and turns his palm up, fingers dragging along the ceiling of Vik's pussy until he finds that little stretch of textured tissue and then rolls his fingers against it mercilessly. His brother's perfect little t-dick, swaying and throbbing and swollen, he finally takes into his mouth. His lips seal around the base, Vik's clit a perfect mouthful, slippery and soft and hard--Vik makes his loudest sound yet when August sucks hard, hips thrusting his cunt further onto August's fingers.
August keeps him there, tongue swirling around his clit and bobbing his head up and down his brother's scant length, letting Vik's sleeping body gently fuck his face as he fills his pussy with his fingers. Vik comes again, he thinks, or maybe he's already come a few times, or maybe he's about to--it's so hard to tell when Vik's cunt is so hungry, so receptive and responsive and dripping slick onto the bed, when his every exhale is filled with breathless moans and whimpers like the needy brotherslut he is.
Eventually, August can't take it anymore. Their brother could come knocking, their father could get back early, one of the maids could get curious--and his cock is so fucking hard it's almost painful. His balls are swollen and aching and he's already spilled so much precum into his pants--what a waste; it should all be inside his brother. He pulls off Vik's cock with a wet pop and gasps for air again, dizzy. He can never think straight when he's fully hard. Only Vik does this to him. When he slides his fingers free of his brother's cunt they come reluctantly, slick and wrinkled. He undoes his pants with the other hand while he sucks them dry, licking every trace of his brother from his skin and swallowing it down greedily. He'd give anything to eat his brother's cunt out for hours while he's awake, Vik tugging at his hair and whining his name, holding his head in place while he fucks his mouth and drips down his thighs until he lets go long enough for August to lick them clean. To hear his brother break and demand his cock, beg for a filthy incestuous creampie, to hold him close while his balls pump rope after rope into his cervix.
"No, no," he imagines his brother whining out, "you can't cum inside me," while Vik's legs wrap around his hips and hold him in. "You'll get me pregnant..."
August moans against his fist to muffle the sound. He stands on weak, shaking legs, pants falling to the floor before he kicks them off, his own silk panties going with them. He wonders what their father might think of two of his sons wearing pretty panties for a moment, until the thought is washed away by the view of Vik's sleeping body, sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, nipples hard beneath his shirt, thighs soaked, pussy wet and swollen with need. Its loosened hole throbs at August hungrily.
He's between Vik's thighs before he realises he's moving. His hips shift forward, heavy cock in his hand, until his hanging balls kiss his brother's slick pussy. He exhales shakily, trying not to moan as he rests his cock on Vik's stomach, the size difference making it twitch as, at its deepest, it would reach past his navel. He should be able to fuck his brother's womb. He really should. He should be able to press through his little brother's fertile cervix and fuck his womb deeper into him, rearranging his insides, moulding him to his brother's cock, ruining him for anyone else. No other cock could fuck him as deep, fill him properly. If Vik ever got pregnant, it would have to be August's.
He sucks a breath in through gritted teeth as precum pools on Vess' skin. His hips pull back, smearing streaks across his stomach, until their cocks kiss between them. August dips the head of his cock down between his brother's folds, smearing more virile pre on his sloppy cunt. Dangerous. So dangerous. August isn't even sure if Vik is still taking his birth control--he'd said some time ago he was considering going off it since his T-shots stopped his periods. August had asked him many times since if he had, only to get vague answers that fuelled both his knowledge of how dangerous coming inside his brother could be, and his desperation to do it over and over again until it takes.
August watches Vik's slick coat his cockhead in thick waves as he slides it up and down his slit. Hypnotised, he drags his dick up until the leaking head kisses Vik's clit, then back down where the mouth of his pussy sucks at it. God. He can feel it mouthing at him, ready, begging to be split open around him and be slowly speared on his heavy cock. Wants him back inside. Every inch. August's free hand is jammed in his mouth to hide his own moans and desperate whimpers at the sight of his beautiful brother all spread out for him. About to be spread a lot wider. His cock is so hard, thick veins visibly pumping under the skin, head swollen, skin taut. The first time he'd done this to Vik, he'd been scared it wouldn't fit. Everyone else he'd slept with before'd had trouble taking his full length, inches left outside and holes so tight around him it had almost hurt--and his brother is so, so small.
But Vik, as always, is perfect. It always takes a while--he needs plenty of prep on August's fingers and tongue--but Vik fits him. All of him. Feeling his balls press against Vik's skin or slap his clit is the closest August will ever get to heaven.
His cockhead presses in, just slightly, just to feel the way Vik's cunt mouths at him so hungrily. So wet, so hot, slick and velvety and tight, the ring of muscle at his opening coaxing him inside. He's never been able to resist his brother. Any part of him. He slowly feeds his cock inside.
God, it's tight. He's so fucking tight. Every time he's a silken glove gripping him, walls already convulsing and trying to pull him deeper. Above, Vik gasps and August's attention snaps to his face. Still asleep. August pulls back just to watch the way his brother's face contorts in dismay at the loss--then presses back in a little deeper to watch him arch his back and moan. He's so, so perfect. So responsive even in his sleep, like he wants this. He must though, right? He must wear those little outfits on purpose, skirts with lace underwear and thigh highs and fishnets, tight dresses that stop before they reach mid-thigh, mesh shirts with see-through lace bralettes that show off the curve of his little breasts and barely hide his nipples just to tease August in. August shakes his head, trying to dislodge those thoughts--this isn't Vik's fault. It's his--for not being a good enough brother to resist defiling his younger sibling like this. It's his fault. His weight to bear, his secret to keep and guilt to hold until it weighs him down so heavily it finally crushes him to death.
He'll bear it. He loves Vik too much, always makes sure he's prepared and ready, never hurts him--he'd never hurt him. He'd kill anyone who did. But he can't resist touching him like this. Can't resist burying himself balls-deep until Vik's cunt milks his load from him. When he can think straight again, he'll hate himself for this. But the taboo of it all only makes his cock harder, balls work overtime to make enough cum to fill his brother's womb with an incestuous load. He shouldn't be doing this. But he is.
He presses his cock in deeper.
It's barely a conscious decision, Vik's walls drawing him slowly in by themselves, creeping up and over the fat bulge of his cockhead until it finally pops inside. He can't stop himself from crying out, glancing at Vik's face under his lashes, but it of course doesn't even make him stir. Vik's mouth is open wide in a near-silent moan. August reaches up with his free hand and presses his fingers inside--can't resist playing with his soft tongue--and moans himself as his brother's mouth closes around them and sucks. August's cock slides in another inch, forcing more noises from the siblings. August draws his hips back to feel the grip of his brother's cunt, and watches strings of Vik's slick cling to his wet length before he slams it back in, forcing in another inch. Vik whimpers loudly around his fingers and August barely fares any better with a choked moan fucked from his chest.
"Viktor," he gasps. He pulls his fingers free of Vik's suckling mouth and cock free of his pussy reluctantly, to grip both of his brother's hips in his hands. He tugs him closer until his ass almost hangs off the bed. His cock is cold and lonely and throbbing on Vik's stomach, and August doesn't even have to think before feeding it back inside him where it belongs. He slowly humps his brother, grinding deeper inch by inch, before pulling back until just the head is inside and sliding in again, grip firm. His focus flits from Vik's stretched folds around his cock to the man's face, mouth opening to let out little hiccuping moans with every sudden entry. August feeds more of his cock inside. Deeper, deeper--his eyes roll back and he leans heavily over his brother as his very bones fail him, all resources focused on getting his dick wet and cockhead kissing his sibling's fertile little cervix. Vik is so tight, so perfect, soaked and dripping and milking him in waves; August falls on top of him and embraces his brother, arms wrapped tightly around him to tug him harder and harder onto his cock, bent head buried in Vik's neck and moaning into his skin. He bites him, little nips that he can only barely control--can't stop himself from kissing him but he can just barely stop himself from sucking on one place for too long. He wants so desperately to mark his brother. Claim him. But the best he can do is fill Vik with cock and cum until his cunt aches when he's around, feels empty when he's not inside.
With a last few short thrusts, his eyes fly open as his balls slap Vik's round little ass and, even better, his cock presses against the end of his cunt. Their twin moans get louder, filling the room, as he bottoms out inside his brother's pussy. August stills for a moment to catch his breath and savour the feeling of Vik's cervix mouthing hungrily at his head and knowing he's spilling precum inside him--and now he's spilling it the closest he'll get to Vik's womb. He grinds his hips in deeper, testing that tight ring of muscle, trying to get inside. He can't, but it feels so fucking good as it stretches against his head and milks his pre in deeper.
August's hips tug back a little, then press back in with shallow little thrusts to fuck against his brother's cervix. He's hot, sweating, full balls swinging gently against Vik's ass and Vik's loud moans sounding right beside his ear as he thrusts harder, cock pumping deeper, faster, Vik's walls sliding and gripping and clenching down on him as Vik shudders in his arms in an orgasm that threatens to wring his own from him already. He has to pull back and stop briefly to stave it off, just the head left inside to feel Vik's cunt milk him desperately. He breathes heavily into his neck and kisses him there until the rising need in his balls fades and he can think again. He starts moving once more, fucking whimpers from his brother's mouth with every hit to his cervix--he stops with every bottoming out to grind their hips together, Vik's hard clit pressing insistently against his base. So hot. He straightens, pressing a kiss to Vik's jaw as he goes before taking his t-dick between his fingers and thumb. He rolls it in time with his thrusts, mouth watering as he watches Vik's cunt leak around him. He wants it in his mouth and around his dick all at once. He settles for the next best thing--Vik's mouth against his own. It's hard to kiss him when he's moaning so insistently, whimpering against August's mouth and tongue, but it's heaven, it's nirvana, just to taste him. Feel his soft, full lips against his own. God, his little brother is perfect, an angel, his dream husband, the perfect cocksleeve, just for him. August presses his tongue inside and Vik sucks on it, drawing a whine from his older brother as his hips stutter.
Even in his sleep, every hole wants him. August fills them desperately, getting rougher as he grips Vik's hips again to tug him hard against every thrust, Vik's teeth threatening to bite his tongue off as he fucks him so hard he bounces on the bed like a ragdoll.
August's tongue slips out as he begins to babble desperately, nonsensical words spilling against his brother's mouth as he fucks him harder, reaching his limit, bed shaking beneath them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vik, Vik, please, Viktor, take it, fuck taking me so well Vik take it take it, get fucking pregnant you whore, you slut, get pregnant get pregnant fuck fuck fuck--"
His thrusts are long and deep and as hard as he can make them, balls slapping his brother's ass hard as his cunt begs for their heavy load, thighs splayed around his hips, Vik's tits bouncing under his shirt. August straightens again to rip his shirt up and shove the lace of his bra to the sides so he can fill his palms with his brother's perfect little breasts and use them as grips to fuck him even deeper. He's so close he's drooling, heart racing, eyes rolling with every burial of his cock in Vik's cunt, tits in his hands until he lets go to wrap his arms around him again and kiss him deep as his balls rise. He tongue-fucks his brother's mouth with every thrust until... he's almost, almost there, fuck, fuck, fuck! His balls pulse and throb as the first rope hits his brother's suckling cervix, cockhead kissing it messily and sending wave after wave of his fertile, incestuous brother-cum deep into Vik's womb, raw, breeding him. His brother is cumming around him, he thinks, the tight undulations of his walls milking every fucking drop he has to give, ass tensed as he grinds their hips together between Vik's thighs. Every pulse is hard, a noticable throb inside his brother's tight pussy that he must feel, even in his sleep. Vik's back arches into him, thighs tightening around his waist to hold him close until the throbs subside, until the last of his sperm is shot deep inside his womb to swim inside his brother in their millions.
August stays there, Vik's pussy gently massaging against his length, until he softens. He spends the time kissing his brother deeply, romantically, hands tangled in his hair and angling his head so they can kiss like lovers, like boyfriends, like husbands. He tears up. Even in the afterglow, his brother bred full in his arms, he knows he has to pull out. This has to end. This is the closest he will get to feeling loved by his brother the way he loves him back until the next time he comes home drunk. August's hips grind against him slowly until his sensitivity turns to discomfort and he has to finally pull out, whining as his brother's cunt tightens with every movement and pulling out further when it relaxes before tightening up again, until finally his head is almost free. It slides out with a pop, Vik's entrance still so tight even after being fucked open for so long. A rush of slick follows it, strings connecting them until he lets his cock fall far enough that they snap, but no creamy white cum. August thumbs lazily over Vik's clit again, other hand tugging his lips apart to watch his clean hole pucker at him. It leaks only clear slick under his watchful eyes.
Good. Good. His seed is staying nice and deep. His brother is so perfect, so good at keeping his come safe.
The cleanup is quick, quiet. August fights his shame as he wipes down Vik's pussy and thighs, cleans the dark makeup from his eyes and where his lipstick is smeared around his mouth. He throws Vik's skimpy clothes and undergarments--except the underwear, which goes into one of his pockets--across the floor, hoping Vik will assume he'd disrobed drunkenly in the night before passing out. August turns the overhead chandelier off and switches to Vik's bedside lamp when he notices Vik's face turning from the light, retrieving a pair of clean underwear and shirt while he's up. He can't help pressing more kisses to Vik's thighs as he guides the panties up his legs. Then another couple to his breasts before he covers them with the comfortable pajama shirt that he buttons with shakey hands. He's... practised in this. August isn't especially strong, but Vik is small and light, so he's able to shift his brother around until he's tucked under the covers and settled comfortably against his black satin pillows.
He wants to braid Vik's hair safely out of the way so it doesn't end up a tangled mess by morning, but there's no way Vik would buy that he'd done that while drunk. He settles for combing the black curls gently with his fingers until the worst of the knots are gone. Gods, Vik is so beautiful. August restrains himself to pressing a single, final kiss to his soft lips before he finally leaves, but can't stop himself from sitting and staring for a few moments at his brother's angelic, sleeping face. His lashes are long and black, casting shadows over his cheekbones in the light from Vik's cute gothic lampshade, his hooked nose tall and proud and his perfect lips full and heart-shaped.
August loves him. Every single inch of him. Wants to worship him, devour him, be devoured in turn--but he turns away. This is enough. This has to be enough.
It's all he's ever going to get. These stolen moments are the closest Vik will ever get to knowing just how much he wants him--August's presence sitting deep inside his cervix.
August turns the lamp off and forces himself to leave. He lingers in the doorframe just long enough to whisper something back to Vik before he closes it, shutting away his deepest secret for another night.
"I love you, Vik."
When he hears August's footfalls fade away down the hall, Vik opens his eyes. He stretches, languid and fucked-out and thoroughly satisfied, and smiles up at his dark ceiling.
"I love you too, Augie," he purrs, curling his hands over his chest like his brother's hands are still there for him to hold. "I love you."