× Rookie ×

It isn’t hard to miss the way Kimi’s eyes instinctively trail down George’s body from his broad shoulders down to his tapered waist and the curve of his figure tucked into those tiny athletic shorts that left little to the imagination. Eight-and-a-half-years his senior, George looks every bit of it compared to the scrawny teenager. 

“Hey,” George greets him, turning to face him unashamedly, “I thought you were at the beach.”

Kimi shrugs, speaking to George’s abs more than his face, “No, I…got bored. Too much sun…or something.”

“I was about to go for a run,” George says. He bends over to grab his running shoes and Kimi’s eyes follow him, tracing the curve of his voluptuous ass with his locked gaze. Kimi swallows thickly. 

Even once George straightens up, Kimi cannot seem to formulate a response. 

George shifts his weight, resting on one foot so his hip is bumped out a bit, mile long legs and tone thighs on full display. He cocks his head with a knowing smirk, “You alright, mate?”

Kimi clears his throat and tucks his hands together in front of himself, “Where’s my dad?”

“He’s with my mum at the spa…full afternoon of treatments,” George replies as he takes a step closer, “Your dad left me in charge of you.”

“I don’t need to be babysat; I’m nineteen.” Kimi protests meekly, although there’s not quite much of a fire in his tone. Rather, his teeth sink into his bottom lip as George moves closer, his eyes still focused on the small fabric of his athletic shorts. There is a very clear bulge beneath the fabric, tented just enough to draw anyone's attention to it.

George adjusts himself through his shorts, a movement that is almost subconscious if not incredibly salacious, “I’m not babysitting you, little brother. We’re just hanging out.”

Kimi cringes briefly, “Don’t call me that.”

“Step-brother then. If you are hung up on technicalities. But you are still little,” he saunters closer, his words coming out tauntingly slow, “So…little.”

George is standing directly in front of him now, at least a full head taller than him, having to look down at him to see his face. Kimi is still staring at his body, his expansive skin, as if he could not brave meeting George’s eye. It is clear that Kimi thinks he is being blasé but the expression on his face is giving his true thoughts away—the thoughts centered entirely around his older step brother’s gorgeous body now standing right in front of him.

“Do you want to touch?” George asks simply, “You can.”

Kimi’s eyes flick up to his in surprise, as if he had not been anticipating that comment. For a moment, there is a pause, as if they are both waiting for the other to back out first, to claim this to be all a joke. But neither does. 

So, finally, in a timid fit of bravery, Kimi reaches out his hand, incredibly slowly, and rests his fingertips just above George’s abs. His skin is warm and as gold as caramel, firm muscle beneath Kimi’s dainty fingers. When he hesitates, George wraps his hand around his and slowly guides it to spread across his abdomen, five fingers splaying over his abs. Kimi’s breath catches in surprise.

There is a faint smirk on George’s face as he carefully watches Kimi take him in, staring at every flicker of expression on his face. He doesn’t make any move to stop him when Kimi’s hand tentatively slips lower, fingertips tracing through the thin line of hair that disappears into the waistband of his shorts. In fact, George licks his lips at the sight of the teenager exploring his body. Even when he grazes his fingers over the tent in George’s athletic shorts and pretends he didn't.

“What do you think?” George asks calmly, his voice as smooth as liquid butter. 

Kimi bites his lip again, the sun-kissed rouge of his cheeks only growing a little darker as a smile threatens to rise. All he manages out is a simple, “It’s nice.”

“Yeah?” George says gently, “Can I touch you too?”

“Mhm,” Kimi nods him on. 

George’s touch is much more sure of himself compared to his younger counterpart. His hand looks so big as he splays his palm over Kimi’s abdomen, over the linen material of his shirt, caressing him soothingly before he is slipping lower. All the focus had been on George but, now, as his hand rubs over Kimi’s shorts, it was clear the feeling had been mutual. 

With a soft chuckle, George calls him out, “Already a little hard. Cute.”

Kimi’s eyes raise to his again in their close proximity with his hand still pressing over the front of George’s shorts. He isn’t quiet because he isn’t wanting this, but rather it is clear that he is just taking it all in. Processing. His big brown eyes are staring up at George like he would show him what to do, where to go from here. George’s tender smirk only grows. 

“We’re just gonna have some fun while mum and dad are out, aren’t we?” George whispers. His large hand cups easily around the bulge in the front of Kimi’s shorts, pulling a gasp from him.

“Yeah…” Kimi breathes.

“Yeah…c’mere…” George moves his hand to grab him gently around the waist, pressing against the small of his back to guide him a step closer until they are fully pressed together. Their hips align slightly off-center given their height difference but it is just enough for the intention to be there, for it to be enough. 

Front to front, their clothed cocks are pressed together, and George shifts his hips just enough to rub against him. Kimi’s teeth press harder into his bottom lip as he stares down between their bodies to watch, hands falling absentmindedly onto George’s biceps at the same time. The hotel room is silent apart from their breathing growing heavier with every passing moment as they test just how far they can take this. 

As the familiarity grows, so does the confidence. Kimi starts to meet George’s movements, rubbing against him in return as the sensations of his clothed erection against his own feel far too good to ignore. His hands slide around his back and shoulders, clutching onto him, raising up onto his tiptoes a little to find a bit of a better angle. 

“That’s it…” George exhales, guiding him by his waist, “Fuck…”

Then they are looking at each other, eye to eye, almost nose to nose. Kimi is all wide-eyed to a point that makes him look almost innocent, clueless even. George is captivated by that look on his face, holding him chest to chest.

After a moment, George asks, “Have you ever kissed a boy before?”

Kimi shakes his head and adds, “No one.”

“No one?” George echoes with a raise of his eyebrows, “You haven’t kissed anyone?”

A particularly firm nudge of their hips together has Kimi responding with only a whimpered gasp.

“I think we should change that, don’t you?” George continues, “You can’t be at the end of being a teenager and have never kissed anyone.”

“Okay…” Kimi replies, arms tightening around George’s waist, his hands pressing against his back as if clinging onto him. 

“Yeah? You trust me?” George whispers, leaning in a little more as if giving him time to change his mind, his voice almost a touch condescending in nature but not unkind, cooing, almost, “You trust your big brother?”

Kimi squirms at the lewd reminder of their circumstance but he does not pull away. Instead, his face turns towards his—an invitation—and George captures his lips with his own. 

For a moment, neither moves, until George pulls away just long enough to lean back in for another. He parts Kimi’s lips with his own to slip in a bit of tongue, making Kimi’s fingers press into the muscle of his back with a small whimper from his mouth. It is clear that Kimi is inexperienced, the rhythm of his mouth slightly ungraceful against George’s lead, trying to keep up with him, to impress. 

With one hand still on the small of Kimi’s back, George lifts his other hand to the back of his neck, dragging the pad of his thumb along his hairline. Kimi withers under his touch and his hips push forwards against his a little more, a little more insistently. George guides his head to the side to deepen their kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth like he owns it, like he was his to take. And Kimi lets him take it. 

Hands all over each other, tongues exploring between lewd smacks of lips, it is not entirely graceful but neither seem to mind. Their shorts feel suffocating, the friction of the fabric unbearable as they rut together through their heightening kisses. 

Kimi is falling into the rhythm of it, almost drunk on George’s lips, kissing him back with newfound urgency as if his tongue is giving him purpose. He doesn’t even flinch when George’s hands tug at the material of his shirt, he simply breaks away just long enough to allow George to lift his shirt up and over his head, dropping it to the floor along with his cap. 

Compared to George’s toned physique, Kimi is a bit more scrawny, not quite grown fully into his body yet on the cusp of proper adulthood. His cheeks are pink, shy under George’s hungry gaze, but before he could cower beneath his stare, George’s hands are stroking down his figure. 

“Pretty,” George purrs, pulling him closer by the waist to rub their crotches together a little more. 

Kimi gasps, staring at the way George’s toned chest is pressed against his, skin to skin. And then his shorts are coming off next by way of George’s purposeful hands. 

Kimi lets his shorts and underwear fall down his legs, pooling around his ankles on the floor, now standing bare in the sunkissed hotel room under the analyzing eye of his step-brother. George bites back a smirk that is almost proud as he admires him, reaching forward to wrap his hand around Kimi’s half-hard cock. It’s average; nothing too impressive, all natural down to the unruly curling hair around the base. 

Neither of them speak. George takes the next moment to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his own shorts and he pushes them down too. He had not been wearing underwear beneath his tiny shorts, leaving him perfectly bare once they, too, drop to the floor. He is just as aroused as Kimi if not slightly more, his cock already swelling away from his body and twitching in the air conditioned hotel room.

He isn’t even fully hard yet and he’s already bigger than Kimi, nothing insane, but enough that Kimi’s eyes widen just a touch. Shorts are kicked aside and hands roam over bare skin as they move closer, finally letting themselves touch without a single barrier. Kimi gasps and George exhales as their cocks touch, rubbing together with each slow roll of their hips. 

George guides Kimi by his hips, asking him, “Better?” 

Kimi nods and leans in to chase his lips again. 

They share low moans into their sloppy kisses, tongues tangling more than lips are locking, licking their way into each other’s mouths. Their bodies seem to be moving all on their own now, chasing the pleasure of the friction between them. 

And then George is pulling back and swiping away the saliva that glistens on Kimi’s swollen bottom lip with a low, “Wanna get on your knees for me?” 

Kimi does not protest as he sinks to the rough hotel room carpet in front of him, landing gracefully on his knees. Now face to face with George’s cock, his tentative hand reaches out to touch it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” George encourages gently, guiding his hand to hold him firmer in his fist. His other hand finds its way to the back of Kimi’s head, keeping him there as the tip of his dick nudges against Kimi’s mouth, “Open up.”

Staring up at him with those big brown eyes, Kimi drops open his mouth and sticks out his tongue, allowing George to slowly guide himself into his mouth. He only gets about halfway before Kimi is wincing and pulling back with a lick to his lips. George doesn’t push him. Kimi is curious enough. 

He starts to stroke his cock with a firm fist, watching how every downstroke pulls his foreskin back enough to reveal the pretty pink tip. Kimi licks his lips at the sight. Then, he is leaning in and lapping gently at the tip to get his first proper taste of him before wrapping his lips around the head entirely. George groans lightly, staring down at him, fingers tangling in Kimi’s curls as he adjusts his stance.

Kimi’s movements start slowly, timid bobs of his head just enough to stimulate the tip, swirling his tongue around it as if to take in the taste. His lashes flutter, eyes trying to close as he gets lost in it, the rhythm of hand and mouth. 

“Good boy,” George praises in a low rumble. He is watching him closely, staring down at him and the way he’s tending to him, keeping himself still to let him explore. When Kimi responds to the praise by moving his mouth a little deeper, George inhales sharply and repeats more earnestly, “Good boy.”

Kimi moans around him softly, the smallest sound barely caught. But, it’s there, and it's honest, and he pushes himself just a little deeper. George tangles both hands in Kimi’s curls to steady himself, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches the way his cock disappears half into his mouth and back out in time with his ungraceful hand. It’s endearing, almost, how hard he’s trying.

George then starts to guide his head, ever so gently, pulling him a little deeper in steady time. Kimi lets him, dropping his hands to George’s thighs to steady himself as if he is giving himself entirely up to him, all of his trust. The hotel room holds onto the sounds of Kimi’s wet mouth and throat taking George’s cock again and again in the lewdest sounds. 

Then, George tightens his fingers in Kimi’s curls and warns him, “Breathe through your nose.”

When he inhales through his nose, George pulls him further still, guiding him right down his cock until the entire thing has disappeared into Kimi’s throat. The teenager gags sloppily around him, shoulders lurching as his body twitches through the unfamiliar invasion with his nose nestled right in the trimmed coarse hair across George’s pelvis. 

“Ah—” George hisses, holding, holding, “Fucking…Christ—”

He lets Kimi go and he leans back with a gasping cough, thick strings of spit falling down his chin and onto the floor between them. His brown eyes are teary and red-rimmed and he looks absolutely spent. And yet, his hand still raises to wrap around George’s swollen cock for a few more pumps before he is feeding it back into his mouth with a needy moan. 

George groans low in his throat, petting Kimi’s hair out of his face as he says, “If I knew what a needy little cockslut you were, I might’ve come onto you sooner, hm?”

Kimi blinks up at him, lips pulled tight around his shaft, and his only response is the way he hollows his cheeks snugly. And then he’s moving again, bobbing his head like he can’t stop himself, all spitty lips and clammy hands and making a right mess of the both of them. 

Above him, George is standing there with his expression melted into that of pure awe-struck pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, staring down at him and the way he takes every inch. His fingers push through Kimi’s hair again and get caught on the tangled curls but he only fists it tighter.

Between laboured breaths, George speaks down to him, “Good boy…that’s it. Suck your big brother’s cock…that’s right.”

Kimi moans around him, teary lashes resting atop flushed cheeks, getting lost in the motions. When he moves his head slightly, his cheek bulges with every push of George’s cock into his mouth and he slurps around it messily, fist twisting around the base, slicked up in his spit.

A moment later, George pulls him off by his hair, their connection breaking with a lewd pop from Kimi’s mouth, and then George is bending down. With one hand still fisting his hair and keeping his head tilted back, his other hand pinches Kimi’s cheeks to keep his mouth open just enough for him to shove his tongue in. 

Kimi responds like a baby bird, making a sweet little sound at the offering and accepting it gladly. He kisses him back eagerly, eyes half open as if he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of any of this. George and his beautiful body towering over him, overpowering him. 

Kimi hardly realizes what he’s doing until his hand is wrapped around his own cock and he’s giving himself quick tugs, moaning uselessly into George’s mouth. When George pulls away from his mouth and grabs Kimi’s arm to stop him, neither of them speak. 

Instead, George guides Kimi to his feet and over to one of the two beds, nudging him forward onto the mattress. Kimi crawls forward obediently and situates himself on all fours without being asked. There’s a smirk on George’s face; as if he’s just now seeing how good Kimi can be for him, how eager, even behind the veil of shyness he so often wears.  

Kimi is so close to the end of the bed that his feet are off the edge of the mattress, his body bent over in a rigid angle on his hands and knees. He could be told to ease down into the mattress but there is a look on George’s face that makes one believe that he can make him move without a single word needing to be said. 

George crouches down at the foot of the bed, lowering himself just enough to be face to face with the two freckled globes of Kimi’s ass. He grabs two handfuls and squeezes and pulls like he’s kneading dough, stretching him apart to get a proper look at his hole; small, clenched, lined in more of that unruly curly hair. Without an ounce of hesitation, George leans in and drags his tongue up between his cheeks. 

Kimi sucks in a startled gasp. 

George tends to him like he never plans on coming up for air, nuzzling himself between his cheeks and prodding and lapping with his tongue. The hotel room is momentarily quiet as Kimi’s eyelashes flutter, his mouth agape, trying to figure out how the unfamiliar sensations feel. George moves his hands to the front of Kimi’s thighs and pulls him back on his mouth some more, moaning up against him hungrilly. 

But it’s not until George gets his hand on his cock that Kimi makes a proper sound. The moment George starts giving him downwards tugs with his tongue still nestled in his ass, Kimi whines, high and shaky, body shifting on the bed. Sure enough, he naturally moves from his hands to his forearms against the mattress, bending a little more for him. 

“There we go…” George mumbles against him before he’s spreading his cheeks again to push his tongue deeper. 

“George…” Kimi preens, pressing his forehead against the neatly made bed, arching his back to keep George’s large hand tugging at his cock. 

“Mmm…” George purrs in response. He pulls away and spits loudly right onto his asshole before smearing it in with the pad of his thumb and dipping inside just the slightest amount. When Kimi gasps, George smirks. 

The sheets are bunching up in Kimi’s hands as George starts to fuck the tip of his thumb into him, barely giving him much at all but enough to feel something. Kimi mutters a slurred curse in his native Italian and pushes himself back against George’s face, forcing his thumb a little deeper. 

“Needy boy,” George hums against him, drooling down where his thumb is pressing deeper inside of him, “Does it feel good?”

Kimi barely catches his breath enough to reply, “Feels insane.”

“Yeah?” George speaks between sloppy kisses and licks to the tight ring of muscle that is clutching around the first knuckle, “You like my thumb in your arse? Think you’ll want my cock in there too?”

“Ugh, yes…” Kimi moans without thinking.

When George suddenly pulls away and stands up, Kimi blinks at him over his shoulder with a dreamy frown. George gives his ass a smack and instructs him, “Lay flat for me.”

Kimi does as instructed almost all too easily. He scoots a bit farther up the bed and drops flat on his stomach, grinding down a bit with his cock sandwiched between his body and the mattress while his arms snake around one of the pillows. His face smothers into it and he breathes deeply. 

Across the room, George is rifling through a suitcase and easily locates a small bottle of lube amongst the belongings. He returns to the bed in only a few seconds, climbing up on the end and helps himself to straddle Kimi’s thighs. Kimi turns his head to rest his cheek on the pillow clutched in his arms and George leans down to kiss at his neck as they get settled. 

“Comfortable?” George asks quietly, barely heard. 

“Mhm,” Kimi responds. 

The pop of the bottle of lube sounds exceptionally loud in the quiet hotel room. George squirts a generous amount onto his fingers and smears it between Kimi’s cheeks, prodding carefully at his asshole until he is fully covered and squirming. With one hand resting flat on the mattress beside Kimi’s head, George carefully pushes the index finger of his right hand inside him slowly. 

Kimi’s breath catches. 

“Gotta stretch you open first,” George coos down to him, rocking his finger in and out slowly until Kimi is pushing back against his hand. That is enough of an invitation and George adjusts his hand to slowly add a second finger. 

Only two fingers and Kimi is already whining into the pillow, lifting his hips off the bed to try and chase more of that feeling. George moves his hand from the mattress to press between his shoulder blades, holding him in place with a gentle shush.

“Please…” Kimi groans into the pillow, “Georgie…”

George adjusts himself closer, still straddling the backs of Kimi’s thighs and leans forward to guide the head of his cock between his cheeks. It’s clear the way Kimi tenses in anticipation, glancing over his shoulder again to try and watch the best he can. Behind him, George is entirely focused, slicking his cock up with the leftover lube still on his hand and nudging teasingly against Kimi’s stretched asshole. 

“I’ll go slow,” George assures him quietly, “It’s gonna feel so good.”

Kimi’s gaze is focused at a blank spot across the hotel room, staring silently into space with his attention locked in on the feeling of George ever so slowly starting to push inside of him. The first clue is the way Kimi’s eyes flutter and his lips part silently, fingers curling tighter in the pillow he’s clutching onto.

George groans lowly from above him with the patience of a saint, easing inside him at a snail’s pace, giving him testing tiny thrusts to help get himself deeper. When he’s enough of the way in, he moves both of his hands to rest flat on the mattress on either side of Kimi’s head, holding himself up as he lets his hips do the work, flexing deeper. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight,” George breathes. 

All Kimi can reply with is a broken little moan as, finally, George reaches the hilt, his pelvis pressed right up against his ass. Although Kimi can’t see him like that, George tilts his head back to look to the ceiling with a pleasured roll of his eyes and a mouthed curse, clearly taken over with how incredible he felt. 

Kimi whines beneath him, shifting a little to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of being filled so intensely, and he stumbles out shakily, “It feels like, uh…feels like you’re in my stomach.”

George chuckles, “Yeah?”

Lifting his hips a little, Kimi moans into the pillow clutched in his arms.

“I got you,” George soothes and slowly starts to rock back and forth into him, giving him cautious thrusts to get him used to it, “How’s that, hm?”

Kimi only moans louder into the pillow, his eyes rolling back, “Good.”

“Good boy,” George rubs his back, soothing him through his lazy thrusts. 

After a moment, George adjusts them to pull Kimi up onto his knees, allowing him a better angle to fuck into him from behind. Kimi moans as he hits deeper, still clutching the pillow in his arms, and his back almost instinctively arches, taking every inch of him in steady succession. 

From behind him, George’s large hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back into his every thrust. The hotel room is filled with the lewd sound of their lube-slick skin colliding sharply. Over and over and over. Kimi arches a little more, almost squirming on the bed and smothering his face into the spit-streaked pillow, his choppy moans barely audible through the fabric. 

“Good boy,” George repeats breathily through the pretty moans of his own. 

His gaze moves from Kimi’s squirming body down to the roundness of his ass and the sight of his hole taking every inch of him. He is gripping him so tight it looks as though George might lose his mind. With a wince of self-control, George reaches a hand down to press his palm right above where he’s buried, holding the pad of his thumb over where they are connected to hold them still for a moment as he heaves a breath.

Kimi pulls his face from the pillow to steal a glance over his shoulder, “What’re you doin’?”

“What’s the matter?” George coos, “Don’t want me to stop?”

Kimi groans in half-embarrassment and pushes back on him with a timid, “No…”

George chuckles lowly and pulls out, much to the dismay of the nineteen-year-old. 

“George,” Kimi drawls, “Fuck you.”

For that, he is earned a slap across his ass and George corrects him with a firm, “Get on your back.”

The bed creaks under them as they rearrange themselves, Kimi flopping himself over onto his back like a fish, limbs flailing, legs falling open. His cock is leaking, falling against his pelvis, swollen red, and he wraps a hand around himself to squeeze it firmly once with a groan.

George wraps an arm under one of his calves and hoists him closer, just enough to be able to angle the head of his cock between his lubed-up cheeks and sink back into him. While George exhales at the sensation, Kimi’s eyes fucking roll and his free hand fists the pillow above his head. 

“Jesus, good boy,” George pants, already starting to thrust into him again, “Take it so good…even better than I thought.”

The sound that spills from Kimi’s mouth is somewhere between obscene and startlingly endearing. He’s laying there, legs propped up on George’s shoulders, gloriously naked across the bed with his cock in his fist. He’s stroking it in these fast but stupidly shallow motions that honestly looks as if he’s hardly moving, but it’s somehow enough to have his head tossing back against the pillow. The lines of his neck are protruding with how tense he is, everything but his gaping mouth strung tight. 

With a hand around his thighs, George asks him, “How’s this, hm?”

“S-So good,” Kimi barely gets out through his firm thrusts deep into his pliant body, “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“No? You like this? You like me fucking your ass, hm?” George taunts, not letting up, “Our parents could come back at any moment, you know. You want them to find us like this? Wanting to see you getting fucked by your big brother?”

“Georgeeee,” Kimi all but sobs, head thrashing side to side against the pillow, eyes screwed shut, breathing ragged.

“Shh, shh, c’mere,” George leans forward and smacks his cheek gently before pinching his face to get him to look up at him. He hasn’t stopped his thrusts, shoving into him deeply with the bed thudding against the wall—they’ll be lucky if they don’t get a noise complaint. When Kimi’s teary eyes meet his, he speaks down to him, “You just wanna come, don’t you? Wanna come for me?”

Kimi lets out a little needy sob and he nods even against the hold George has on his cheeks.

“Yeah?” George reaches his hand down instead to wrap around Kimi’s smaller one that is still clutching his cock. He forces his hand into bigger strokes, more insistent, really dragging it out of him, and—helpless—Kimi mewls and melts into the mattress, forced to take it. George all but purrs, still fucking into him and matching the pace with his hand around his on his cock, “Come on, little brother. Come on, that’s it, come for me. I got you.”

Kimi’s breaths are falling faster now, his face, neck, and chest all flushed a pretty rouge. His free hand finds its way into George’s hair and he pulls without thinking, crying out to the ceiling through something slurred in unintelligible Italian. And then he’s silent for just a moment, perfectly silent, and George doesn’t stop fucking into him even as the first spurt bursts out of him.

George can’t help the “aww” that slips past his lips, strained from his exertion and the grip Kimi has on his hair. But he has a front row seat to the way Kimi’s cock twitches under their shared hold on it, how little ribbons of cum shoot up his abdomen as he gasps and writhes through it.

And then suddenly, George is leaning down and dropping out his tongue to lick right up Kimi’s abdomen, right over the mess of cum that had been splattered over his skin. The teenager mewls at the overwhelm of it all, hands splayed out in mid-air like he isn’t quite sure where to put them. Before Kimi can even get his wits about him, George is sitting back on his haunches—still tucked inside him—and hoisting him up by his waist until he’s nearly bent in half. 

Kimi squeals and gasps in surprise but his hands seem to gravitate right to the backs of his knees to hold his legs back just how George wants them. Because only a second later, George picks up the pace, fucking into him relentlessly, jaw set tight and hair tumbling over his forehead in loose waves. He’s groaning low and needy, driven forward by pleasure and the unbeatable squeeze of the body beneath him. 

“Where d’you want it?” George asks between pants.

Kimi makes a choked out sound before he manages in barely a breath, “Inside.”

George so clearly almost loses it right then and there, his hips stuttering for a moment before he pounding into him harder, “Fuck…yeah? Want me to come in your ass? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck—” Kimi chants, pitchy and wobbly. 

“Yeah…let your big brother come in your ass. That’s it. Take it—”

George’s fingers are pressing into the flesh of Kimi’s thighs when he comes, holding him down as he moans loudly through the hotel room, his expression scrunched in pure pleasure. His cock is throbbing inside of Kimi’s asshole, pulsing against the tight grip of his muscle as he releases deep inside of him. The feeling has Kimi’s mouth falling agape and his eyelashes fluttering. 

His hitch of breath is matched by the withering groan of George above him. Kimi gasps again when George pulls out fully with a sickening pop of suction from the lube, leaving behind his gaping hole. It flutters at the emptiness and then a thick glob of cum slips right out of him, down between his cheeks with how he’s still bent in half, and then drips onto the rumpled bedsheets. 

Kimi lets out a small gasp at the sensation, “Oh fuck—”

George chuckles and leans down to lick it up, punctuating it with a wet kiss to his hole before he’s letting go of his legs. Kimi sighs heavily as his limbs flop back down and the mattress dips as George stands from the bed. 

He’s already starting to pull his shorts back on and Kimi watches from where he’s still splayed out across the bed. He tucks his hands behind his head and his toes wiggle as he asks sweetly, “Think we can do this again?”

George smirks at him and answers simply, “If you promise not to tell our parents.”

FADE OUT. —BLACK SCREEN W/ TEXT— “Starring MrSaturday, Kimi A. Written & Produced by @chilling-seavey Requested by @edeven011  This production was created for mature audiences. All participants were over the age of 18 and consented to their involvement in the production. Boundaries, consent, and ethical considerations were communicated and respected throughout filming.” —FADE TO BLACK— THE END

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