⸻ open to: bottoms ⸻ muse: aaron, your hot and sleazy unemployed older (step)brother. ⸻ read my rules before interacting, please and thanks
if there's a time and a place to be reaching into your own pants to squeeze at yourself, it's surely not the middle of the day or the family living room. and yet Aaron doesn't seem to care. he keeps going unbothered and uncaring, with one hand wrapped around himself, squeezing and stroking lazily, while the other holds his phone up and he keeps scrolling. sometimes he double taps on a picture to like it, and sometimes he just stares at it a little longer before slowly moving up and down on himself. he's not even trying to be subtle about it, there's only the fabric of his grey sweatpants covering his lower half and the one and only door that leads directly in and out of the living room stands wide open directly in front of him on the couch, not that it matters, he's too focused on his phone anyway.
"Dude. Come on-" Theo threw up his hand slightly as he stepped around the hallway and into the living room to run into the sight of his brother with his hand down his pants and the outline of a very thick, very impressive cock in those sweatpants that even now was lingering in his mind in the most tantalizing of ways. The sort of ways that would no doubt find him during alone times in the shower. His hand did drop after a moment, however, his eyes dipping to that cock again as he took a few steps into the room.
"You know you have your own fucking room for that right? Has a door that locks and everything." And yet, his eyes were still on his older brothers hand as it moved.












