A little brother sending his big brother photos of him while his big bro is doing other things, sending him suggestive photos and giggling to himself in his room knowing he's getting his big bro all rilled up

He leans in close, a knee between your legs, pressing right against your cock. You let out a gasp. “Shut up and let me look at you,” he says, grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head back slightly. He trails a finger down the side of your face, across your jawline. “Did you know you’re getting sideburns already? And your face is filling out.” He grins and runs a finger across your upper lip “and of course there’s the dirt stache. I bet you love it, don’t you? . That’s why you haven’t shaved yet, right? You want everyone to see, don’t you?” Your breath got heavy, were you supposed to answer? Before you could think about that further he was shoving his fingers in your mouth, fucking your mouth really. “Be a good boy and let me take it all in,” he growled in your ear before removing his fingers, trailing your spit down your chin and onto your throat. He brushed against where your Adams apple would be. “Have you heard yourself lately? Do you even know? It’s going to get so much deeper, I can tell.” He grabbed your throat, catching you off guard and making you moan huskily. “There we go,” he says. “You sound like such a faggot already.” He kissed your shoulder, before sinking his teeth into it. “Maybe I’ll let you wrestle me when you start to put on some muscle, but I can tell you’re on your way.” He sniffed your armpit deeply, then licked it. “You’re doing some kind of workout at least, because you fucking stink.” Your cock throbbed and you squirmed. “Easy now.”

He used his other hand to twist your nipple. “You’re going to get so hairy. I can’t wait to suck on your hairy tits,” he cooed, still intermittently tweaking your nipple, hand still on your throat - not tightly, but with the promise that it could be at any moment.

He continued down. “I can tell you’re going to be such a hot bear. Look at this.” His hand grabbed your stomach, your happy trail, tightly. “You’re really going to fill out so well, you’ll look so good big.” He removed his hand from your throat finally, and grabbed both of your hips roughly. You were so hard at this point it was taking all of your focus. He’s leaning over you, eyes locked, close but not touching save for his grasp on your waist. You can’t help it, you raise your hips to buck at his thigh, to hope for any connection, any friction against your t cock.

“None of that now. Bad dog.” He says, mockingly, before quickly pinning you down, your arms still tied behind you. “I know what you want my attention on, mutt. I bet it’s all you fucking think about.” One hand trailed down again, keeping a pointed distance from your cock. Teasing. You squirmed, you couldn’t help it. “So desperate,” he coos. “Of course you can’t help yourself. Having a new dick is just so exciting isn’t it?” He laughs. “I bet you’re touching yourself all the time”

You nod weakly. Of course you were. “Like this?” He said, and grabbed your crotch, making you gasp. “Like a cock?” He began playing with the head, stroking it between two fingers. You’re a mess at this point, gasping and moaning. “Well not so fast.” He stops suddenly. “Let me take a look at it. Sit up, boy.” He helps you get up by pulling your hair, returning you to your original position at the edge of the bed. You grind against it a little, desperate for contact.