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Tom loves his big brother. He always has. He remembers being a kid and looking up to him like he hung the stars. He doesn't remember when, but at some point that adoration must've bloomed and twisted, rooted deep in his chest, painful to think about. But he loves his big brother, so he bottles it up.Tom loves his big brother, so he swallows thickly and doesn't stare at the deep v of Ash's shirt, where the fabric hangs loosely off his body to reveal his chest or the angle of his collarbone.
"I told you to text before you come by," Ash scolds. Tom remembers when he would yell at him and curse him out, tell him to go to hell, eat shit and die when they were teenagers. He's glad his brother mellowed out as they aged.In hindsight, it might've been Ash's stark refusal to be around, or even acknowledge Tom as anything but a nuisance growing up that he ended up like this.
He hums happily, "I don't mind the mess." Tom is glad enough to just see his brother. And it's not like he's planning on staying for too long either, even if he wants to; he's just supposed to drop off some things from their mother.Then again, that's just an errand he gleefully took on if it meant getting to visit Ash.
"That's not—" Ash protests, but cuts himself off with a sigh and a huff. "I would've cleaned up a bit after Grey left if I knew you were coming."
Tom's eyes narrow. That's his brother's boyfriend. So he visited today as well? Or he even stayed the night. There's a sharp pang of envy in his chest and Tom pushes it down with a deep breath.He doesn't like the man. Not just because he's dating his brother, though he'd be lying if he said that wasn't part of it. The two of them had met briefly once, just outside Ash's apartment when Grey was on the way out and Tom in. He'd been curt and boorish, barely introduced himself.But Tom especially doesn't like just how much Ash seems to like him.
If he didn't know any better he'd almost think Ash liked Grey more than him, but there's just no way.Tom loves his big brother, so he knows he deserves better.
"He's a grown man, he should be able to pick up after himself," Tom states plainly, but Ash just rolls his eyes in response.
"It's just his clothes here and there," he says with a dismissive motion like that's any better. "You make it sound, like, way worse."
Ash must be a very caring partner then. Tom certainly hadn't babied his girlfriend that much when they were still together. He'd liked her enough, sure. She was pretty, with her shoulder-length black hair and beauty mark beneath the left eye, but she'd liked Tom too much for his liking.
"C'mon." Ash nudges the back of the chair Tom is sitting in. "It's getting late. You've got work tomorrow, yeah?"
"I wish I could stay forever," Tom replies, truthfully, even as he's getting up.
"Gross."
Ash gives Tom's shin a playful kick before moving to the side to start clearing the table. Tom would've done it himself, but as it stands he just steals another quick glance at his brother, just in time to watch him tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, revealing the nape of his neck as he leans forward.Tom blinks.And then it sinks in and the blood in his veins runs cold.
There's a necklace of fingerprint shaped bruises, splotches of purple and blue wrapped around Ash's neck.
"...what's with you?" Ash, who's noticed Tom staring asks.
He follows his gaze and goes pale first, then flushes red and hastily claps a hand over his collar, crudely hiding the marks. "Don't—"
"Grey did this to you," Tom spits. He watches his brother try to further hide behind his hands, pulling the hem of his shirt higher to cover his neck.There's something bubbling in him; barely suppressed rage, a seething resentment for the man he already didn't like to begin with, and... envy, something hot pooling in his gut.
"No!" Ash shouts. The silverware clatters back to the table. He looks frantic.
Tom takes a step forward, crowding Ash against the table. He's barely a head taller but like this it almost feels like his brother is shrinking before him.He reaches a tentative hand out, places gentle fingers to the skin of Ash's neck and watches him flinch at the touch."If he didn't choke you, who did?"
"He did! Okay, he did.
just..." Ash rests a hand on top of Tom's wrist. He seems to debate for a moment wether or not to push him off, but ultimately lets it rest there, reassuring. "You've gotta let me explain. Don't get mad."
It's hard to stay upset when his brother has a hand on his arm, his thumb drawing calming little circles against his skin.Tom exhales sharply and lets himself be calmed, if only a little.
Ash's gaze wavers, going from Tom's face to the floor, the mess on the table and back. He takes a breath, then blurts out, "I asked him to, okay?"
Tom bristles. "You asked him to choke you?"
"Ugh." Ash's cheeks are starting to burn red. He seems frustrated with Tom's inability to grasp why apparently it's okay for his boyfriend to hurt him. "No, like, I... I like when he's rough with me or whatever. Y'know."
Tom raises an eyebrow quizzically.
"...like in bed."
Tom frowns. He'd known Ash was a lot more sexually adventurous than himself. He didn't think it was to this extent.He doesn't like Grey any more now, knowing this, if anything his contempt has only grown, but if Ash himself likes it... A
set of images flashes through Tom's head, Ash in various states of undress, Tom's hand around his throat.He shakes the thoughts off quickly and pulls his hand away from where it'd been resting against his brother's neck like he'd been stung.
Ash's hand swiftly replaces Tom’s to cover the marked skin of his neck again, his palm rubbing against it like the dark blotches would rub off if he did it enough."I don't... I like it when he hits me." Tom sucks in a sharp breath. Ash won't meet his eyes but continues talking nonetheless. "Stuff like that. Grey's into breath play, so I let him choke me, y'know."
Tom doesn't 'know'.Rather, it honestly sounds worse and worse the more Ash talks about it. That's got to be dangerous, right? Tom doesn't know what ‘breath play’ entails but he can infer from what Ash has said and the bruises on his neck that it's nothing good.Actually, it doesn't even sound like Ash himself likes it very much.
"You should break up with him."
Ash's brows furrow at that. He makes a face, clearly upset at the notion, and moves to push Tom off of him. "You don't get it."
Tom doesn't budge, his body firmly trapping Ash between himself and the kitchen table. He's never considered himself someone with a quick temper, but he can feel the anger bubbling inside him now."I get that Grey is a piece of shit."Tom isn't even sure where this anger is directed. At Ash's clearly abusive boyfriend, or his brother's stark refusal to see reason.
Ash gasps. He's growing red in the face, flustered or irate, Tom can't really tell. Though the way he pushes Tom with both arms and yells might be an indicator. "Don't fucking talk about him like that!"
Oh. So that’s how it is.
Tom bristles.So some random stranger can come into Ash's life, use him like a maid he can fuck, mistreat him and still earn his love to the point he'll fight his own brother over him, and Tom who's loved Ash for as long as he can remember gets, what? Yelled at?It's unfair, Tom thinks. He's always been there for Ash, he'd never treat him like this. It's unfair. After all, he loved him first.
Tom has always, always been relegated to last place in Ash's life. He thought they'd improved recently, grown friendly even, but as it turns out nothing has really changed after all. Who is he even to his brother, that he'll take the side of some intruder he calls his boyfriend over him?Moreover,
he lets Grey hurt him, even
asks him to.
He tilts his head down, looks at Ash in front of him. He's red all the way up to his ears, with tears beading at the corners of his eyes and those bruises still on his neck.So he can get this mad on behalf of somebody else?
For a second, all Tom hears is the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears.And then something snaps.
Before he's even fully aware, he's taken hold of one of Ash's wrists, his other hand fit crookedly over the bruises left on his neck.
"Tom, what—" Ash blinks, tenses, looks up at Tom with big eyes that have him lose any remaining reason he might've held on to.
He practically throws Ash onto the table, holding him down with that hand on his neck, even as Ash coughs and squirms and, "fuck, that hurts—!"Tom sucks in a breath—and squeezes harder. Ash likes it anyways.
Tom loves his big brother. So he pins him down on the kitchen table not unlike he’s fantasized about. It's surprisingly easy. Ash is pliant and struggles less than he'd thought he would. But he cries more; big shuddering sobs that shake his whole body.It's better than Tom could've imagined.
When he leans over him and presses their lips together their first kiss is wet and salty and Ash hiccups into Tom's mouth, struggles fruitlessly but he's small and Tom is bearing down on him with the weight of his whole body, squeezing the air out of his lungs.Tom licks hungrily into Ash's mouth one last time before he pulls away and takes in the view.
He's fit snugly between Ash's legs, the growing bulge at the front of his pants pressing hard against his brother's crotch. Ash's face is a mess, but the way he looks at Tom with quivering lips and tear streaked cheeks sends shivers down his spine.
As Tom pushes a hand underneath Ash's shirt to reveal his chest, Ash paws weakly against his bicep. Tom barely registers it as an effort to resist."Stop..." God, he sounds fucked-out already. Tom can feel his own desire growing. Ash sniffles and squirms. "Stop, stop— I'm serious, please."
Why? Tom doesn't follow. "If I didn't do this, you'd just get some other guy to do it for you, right? Ash, you're a whore like that."
Ash's eyes go wide.Tom's do too. He hadn't meant to say so much. Even if it's true, even if he's watched his brother's endlessly rotating cast of boyfriends for years now.He gauges Ash's reaction, the way his body twitches and he bites on his bottom lip.
Of course.Grey probably says the same to him.
Tom feels his lower eyelid twitch and pushes away the thoughts of everything that isn't him and Ash right now.He tugs at the waistband of his brother's pants, once, twice, and on the third time Ash lifts his hips so Tom can pull them off. He feels his heart stutter in his chest and loosens his grip on Ash's throat.It's not like he wants to hurt him in the first place, Tom doesn't have those kinds of preferences, but he knows Ash likes it, so he'll oblige.
His brother sucks in a sharp breath and coughs, chest heaving. Tom tries to kiss him better but Ash hastily jerks his face away.Tom clicks his tongue. The hand still loosely placed on Ash's neck moves to grip him by the jaw, roughly forcing him to look up at Tom again. Ash blinks at him with wide eyes, brows knit together tightly.Then, Tom slaps him across the face with his free hand. The noise echoes just like the sting in his palm. Ash lets him kiss him properly then and Tom's still aching hand forces Ash’s legs apart to thrust a pair of fingers in his dripping cunt.
Tom delights in how wet Ash already is, pussy squelching with every time he scissors his fingers.
Ash makes muffled little noises against Tom's lips, soft 'mm's and 'ah's and 'stop's here and there. It's addicting but as much as Tom wants to keep teasing Ash until he's creaming himself on his fingers and leaking slick all over the kitchen table, that'll have to wait for another time.
Ash flinches at the sound of Tom's pants unzipping like he's been shot. "N-no, please, nononono—" he cries and kicks at Tom, but it barely hurts and there's not enough effort behind it for him to really mean it anyways.
Tom just shushes him, choking him a little harder until all those protests drown in his throat. He's determined to cover up all those ugly marks with ones of his own by the time they're finished.He spreads Ash's cunt with two fingers, sees the way his little hole wink at him and smiles.
"It's okay." He lines himself up carefully, watches Ash's pussy welcome him in as he slowly pushes inside. "I'll treat you better than he ever has, I promise—" and that's all he can manage before he bottoms out fully inside of his big brother and the only sound Tom can make is a long drawn-out groan.
Ash is wonderfully tight and warm around him. Tom pulls out a little and starts thrusting slowly, tests the fit.It's snug. Ash's cunt spreads perfectly to accommodate his cock, even as he picks up the pace.
"Hah," Tom can't help the noise, something of a laugh, at the realization. Of course they're perfect for each other. He's never had pussy better than this.He swipes his thumb over his brother's stiff little clit, watches his head fall back on a silent gasp, and does it again.
"P-please—" Ash squeaks out between muffled moans and whimpers. He might be trying to hold back any noises, but Tom can tell. He fucks into him a little harder and pinches his clit as reward for speaking up and Ash claws his hands into Tom's arms in response, holding onto him for dear life. "Please, I don't wanna— Tom, fuck—!"
Ash curls in on himself, eyes squeezed shut tight. Tom feels him clench tight around his dick like a vice. Ultimately, it's the sound of his own name on his brother's tongue as he came that pushes him over as well and he buries himself deep, as deep as he can go, to spill it all inside of Ash.
Tom feels his muscles relax in the afterglow, a pleasant warmth rushing through him like nothing he's ever felt before. Truthfully, he'd meant to last longer. Though he's satisfied nonetheless, just glad that he made Ash cum as well.
He looks up just in time to see Ash squirm out of his loosened grip and hurry out of the room with a tear-streaked face and double the amount of bruises on his neck.
Tom hears a door slam, and moments later the sound of the shower.
Tom loves his big brother. Always has. He looks to the kitchen table and gets to cleaning up the mess.
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Ash loves his younger brother, probably. It's a recent development, one Ash made in the pursuit of bettering himself and making up for past shortcomings. He knows full well he hasn't always been the best, or even a good older brother. He tries to be one now.It's difficult when he still can't seem to shake the guilt of how he used to act around Tom. These days, at best he tries to be civil.
He's making an effort, that's something like love, right?
He finds it hard to be civil, though, when Tom insults his boyfriend. Ash himself knows full well that Grey isn't perfect, but neither is he and the both of them are trying.It's unreasonable for Tom to get this upset over what the two of them do behind closed doors. Those bruises weren't even for him to see. Had he not come over unannounced Ash would've thrown on a different top and none of this would've happened.There's a red hot anger welling up inside of him, and alongside it, tears and a frustration at those tears. Ash has always hated being an angry crier.
"Don't fucking talk about him like that!" His voice cracks in the middle of the sentence and Ash makes a face at himself.
Tom is angry too, has been angry for a while now. Ash can see it in the way his brows pull together forming that line on his forehead, the way he flushes red high on his cheeks. It's been a long time since they'd actually fought like this, maybe since they were kids.Usually Tom lets Ash get away with whatever.
Now Tom just stares Ash down. He's got him cornered against the table, caged in with his bigger stature. Ash looks up at him and finds his brothers pupils blown wide behind the lenses of his glasses.He swallows thickly, a sense of unease spreading through him the longer Tom just stands and glares at him. Something about this has the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
And then Tom has a hand on his throat.
"Tom, what—" he grabs him by the wrist as well and doesn't budge at all when Ash struggles. Tom's stronger than him, always has been.Before Ash can blink he's slammed onto the kitchen table, his back hitting the surface of it hard, forcing the air out of his lungs. "Fuck, that hurts—!"
He's not even fully processed what's been done to him yet, what his brother is doing to him. Ash struggles against Tom's grasp, his unrestrained hand on his wrist trying to tear that hand off his throat, but like anything else, it's fruitless.And then Tom starts squeezing. Ash feels his grip tighten around his neck, tries in a panic to catch his breath and watches as his vision goes blurry when he can't.He'd been scared as well the first time Grey choked him during sex.
Ash was folded practically in half, his legs hooked over Grey's shoulders as his boyfriend drove deeper into into him, making Ash sob and moan with how much he needed more.
And then he wrapped both hands around Ash's neck and those moans died in his throat.
He struggled and cried, clawed at Grey's arms to the point his nails came away bloody but his boyfriend held steady. Usually Ash loved it when Grey held him down and fucked him hard. This, he loved a little less.
Through his tears and his steadily blurring vision one thing he could make out clearly was that smirk on Grey's face. It scared him, but something about it, maybe it was his brain shutting off, made a heat pool between his legs as well.
"Fffuck, Ash, you're so fucking tight!" Grey moaned like it wasn't a given that Ash's muscles were starting to seize on account of him not being able to fucking breathe. " 'm gonna cum..." He bent over, driving that cock of his deeper into Ash, hips stuttering, and kissed him.
It wasn't until he'd finished inside him and leisurely rolled his hips a couple more times, riding out the high of his orgasm, that Grey let go of Ash's throat.
Ash doubled over immediately, sucking much needed air into his lungs and, fuck, that hurt. His lungs burnt still and his body couldn't decide wether it should breathe or cough first.
"You okay, babe?" Grey was looking at him, head tilted, making no move to help him whatsoever. He almost looked amused.
Ash, still on his back with a hand holding his aching neck, kicked weakly at Grey's side. "...you're a fucking asshole." He cleared his throat and sniffled. God, his face was a mess of tears, snot and spit. "No, I'm not okay. What the fuck was that about?!"
"Breath play," Grey stated plainly and hummed like he hadn't just made Ash's life flash in front of his eyes. "I wanted to try it out."
He watched Ash fish around blindly and ultimately wipe his face on one of his discarded shirts, and then Grey's expression turned apologetic. "Sorry, okay? I thought you'd like it."
Ash could feel the bubbling anger in his chest disappear almost instantly. Yeah, of course Grey would think that; Ash likes everything else in that direction, impact play, restraints, anything else degenerate the two of them could think of. It's not like he meant to hurt him.
Ash's gaze softened.
Right now however, it feels very much like Tom means to hurt him, what with the way he's still strangling him, grip tight and relentless. Ash's mouth hangs open in a feeble attempt to breathe but Tom takes it as an invitation to kiss him instead.His brother's squeezed himself between his legs, steadily grinding against Ash in a way that forces shivers of unease through his body. He forces a hand underneath his shirt even, pushes it up as his fingers trail along Ash's chest. Ash shivers again.
"Stop..." he sniffles, his voice thick. He can barely get the words out past Tom's hand on his throat. But this isn't right, they're not supposed to be doing this. "Stop, stop— I'm serious, please."
Tom pauses, though he still doesn't move his hands, just cocks his head to the side instead. He sounds cold, but almost genuinely confused when he speaks. "If I didn't do this, you'd just get some other guy to do it for you, right?"Any protest dies in Ash's throat. He can't even deny it. If he didn't have a boyfriend, who's to say he wouldn't be finding any guy with a nice cock that could fuck him rough.Like he's read his thoughts, Tom adds, "Ash, you're a whore like that."
Ash stills and his eyes go wide. He doesn't think he's ever even heard his brother curse before today. He always thought Tom be somewhat meek but kind and gentle. He never thought Tom would call him loose, even if it's true. Ash feels his cheeks redden, embarrassment or anger maybe. Certainly not something more carnal.
"Babe, you're such a good little whore for me..." Grey had him bent over the couch, Ash bracing himself on the back cushions as his boyfriend thrust into him. "You take me so well."
Ash couldn't help but whine at the praise, coupled with the insult. It made his clit, trapped between Grey's slick thumb and forefinger, tingle with arousal.
He wasn't sure what wires he had crossed in his head that made him have both a degradation and a praise kink. Not that it mattered; the only thing that mattered was that Grey could play amazingly into both while he held Ash down by the back of his neck and fucked him nicely.
"Any cock would do, huh?" Grey sounded breathless. Both of their gasps filled the air in between the sounds of wet skin slapping together and the squelches of Ash's pussy. Ash could feel his cheeks burn bright red, part arousal and part humiliation.
He shook his head and whined again, but Grey in response just bore down on him harder. With the hand not holding him down, he grabbed a fistful of Ash's hair and tugged roughly. "Doesn't matter to you, as long as you get fucked hard, yeah?"
A sob rippled through Ash, both the pain and humiliation only driving him further off that edge with every time Grey's cock dragged against the front of his cunt. He shook his head, a string of words, almost fully incoherent, escaping him with no real conscious thought behind them.
"N-no, no— yours, only yours..."
Grey laughed at that, the sound of it sending shivers straight down Ash's spine.
He let go of Ash's hair then, parted it in favor of leaning over him and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Ash keened. He wanted so bad for Grey to kiss him properly on the mouth, taste his tongue against his.
"...yeah, that's it." Ash could feel the way Grey's lips moved against him. Grey bared his teeth with a smile, dug them into Ash's skin, marked him and Ash could only twitch and wail. "My pretty little whore."Tom undresses him wether Ash wants it or not. He lets it happen, it's not like it's in his power to stop him after all, and stares blankly at the ceiling above him, vision misty with both tears and a lack of breath.
This isn't unlike the fantasies Ash has, the ones he keeps only to himself, where someone forces his way into his home and bends him over the kitchen table, rapes him hard until he's dripping cum and tears.It's a stranger in those, though, not his younger brother.
Ash feels fresh air fill his lungs before he registers Tom loosening his grip on his throat. He sputters immediately, a violent painful cough rippling through him that feels like his windpipe is coming apart.Tom leans in to kiss him again before Ash has even had any time at all to catch his breath and the thought of something robbing him of his air again scares Ash more right now than anything else about this situation.
He squeezes both his eyes and mouth shut and jerks his face away, but Tom just grips him by the jaw like a dog that won't listen and forces him to look him in the eye.Ash does, looks at Tom with wet eyes and almost chokes on his spit when Tom strikes him, palm hard against his cheek.He freezes then, feels new tears well up and when Tom leans in to kiss him this time Ash doesn't have it in him to stop him.
Ash doesn't stop him either when he forces two fingers inside his pussy, the glide of them humiliatingly smooth. How could he? He wants it, clearly, with the way his back arches every time Tom curls his fingers just right, or how he can't stop the noises spilling from his lips.He could get lost in this.Just pretend none of this is really happening, this is just another one of his fantasies; the guilt, shame and twinge of pleasure are all already there.
The sound of Tom's pants zipper jolts Ash back to reality with an absolute finality. His eyes go wide. This is happening, It's actually about to happen, god, no "n-no, please, nononono—"Ash squirms and kicks, claws at Tom's grip on him and cries, cries a lot, but Tom still doesn't relent. He chokes him harder until all the noise Ash can make is a pathetic wheeze.
"It's okay," he soothes, like there aren't spots in Ash's vision, like Ash can even hear him past the ringing in his ears.
"I'll treat you better than he ever has, I promise—" Tom cuts himself off with a loud groan once he's fully buried inside Ash and Ash would sob if he could.
The feeling of a cock inside his pussy is familiar, it's familiar enough to feel sickeningly good, despite the circumstances. Tom fits snugly inside Ash, dragging against the rim when he pulls out and hitting the spot in the back that makes his hips twitch. There's no painful stretch either.It's horrible.
It gets worse when Tom starts playing with his clit.
"Please—" Ash can feel it building, both his orgasm and his fear of it. "Please, I don't wanna— Tom, fuck—!" It's actually terrifying, the thought of coming on his brother's dick. It chills him all the way down to his bones, but there's something else mixed in there too, a sweetness to it that scares him more.All the protesting gets him is more of what there's already too much of. When Tom picks up the pace, his own hips stuttering, Ash can only wail.
His orgasm rips through him like a tidal wave, leaving his legs shaking and hips numb.Tom follows not long after. Ash can feel it inside him, a dirty saccharine sweet spreading through him.
He squirms out of his brothers relaxing grasp and runs.