I think my brother and i should at least try to pretend we won't let this go too far. Brothers kissing is weird enough, but its not like we're having sex or anything, that would be wrong... which is why i don't think about it. Don't picture it. Don't feel his tongue against mine and imagine what it would feel like, warm and wet and so soft just a little lower and lower til he's undoing my belt and pulling my boxers down and... but we can't. That would be wrong. But there's no rule against fantasising right? Nothing against daydreaming of the sounds he'd make with his little brother in his mouth.. nothing against fucking someone else's face and imagining its him. Maybe he'll understand, maybe he'll help find someone to scratch that itch, maybe he'll even kiss his little brother slow and deep while i fuck some other guys mouth. Maybe he'll finally get to hear his little brother cum moaning his name.

sext: im going to make you cry and you’re going to thank me for it

suck your brothers t dick sunday (its me im the brother)

molest your brother monday (im the brother)

touch your brothers tits tuesday (me being the brother again)

Training you to lie limp like a doll, reinforcing your restraint with praise and pleasure. Any time you get too tense and start clenching and moving, I back off, gently reminding you that your job is to be a good toy, and toys don't move. You get what I give you, and nothing more. And until you ease back and calm your breathing, allowing that distant, hazy look to steal over your face, I just wait patiently, guiding you with my voice alone to melt, to relax, to be a good doll for me.

It might take a while, but eventually I can have you barely moving from the first touch to the last. The instant I start, weakness and heat overtake your body. Toys get used, toys don't move... Focusing on the refrain, you feel eager pleasure building inside you as I chase relief. So desperate to please, now brought to the cusp by lying there limp and soft. Until finally, after enough teasing and edging, you manage to finish just from being used by me. Untouched, chest just barely rising with breath, seized by involuntary pulses of tension in the release. Lying motionless, getting off only to entertain me. My perfect toy.

heyyy i wanna see more bottom-on-top cnc. hey. riding someone forcefully. do you hear me. come here. whimpering and struggling while they get undeniably hard in you.

*getting raped* Hey whats the big idea

Kissing the bruises I gave you when I went feral and unhinged like you wanted.

Being tied up and touched until I’m dripping all over the bedsheets, shaking from the pleasure with no energy to fight back. After what feels like hours of touching and licking and coming over and over again, I think it’s finally over only to feel them sink inside me, making me cry and beg for them to slow down, being so filled and overstimulated I can’t think about anything else but their cock

normalise being fulfilled by imperfect sex. sex that's awkward. sex that's clumsy. sex when you're still learning each other, where consent check ins cut in jarringly because safety overrides needing to be smooth or nonchalant. sex that's 90% cuddling and teasing foreplay and 10% grinding, then doesn't lead anywhere else. sex that doesn't end in an orgasm but instead a profound sense of satisfaction that washes over your whole body.

hey you kind of set off my prey drive. wanna get out of here ? you first