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Of all the planets he could be partaking in hesitant intercourse with, it had to be the biggest one. Pluto's cheeks were tinted as he stared at Jupiter's member with unease. Slowly, he got down on his hands and knees, nuzzling himself between Jupiter's legs. How humiliating. With his brow furrowed, Pluto began to suck on the tip, cold hands playing with whatever his mouth could not take in. Which, given Jupiter's size, was quite a bit. The planet let his eyes flutter shut as he bobbed his head up and down, hands trembling. Pluto was glad that Jupiter was near his point of satisfaction because he was merely a few minutes in and his jaw was already hurting. Hopefully Jupiter would announce before he came so Pluto could pull away and avoid getting Jupiter's cum in his mouth. Gross. The hesitant, shallow bobs sped up ever so slightly, eyes flickering up to Jupiter for approval. 

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"N-Nn... D-Don't look --" Pluto wriggled a bit, trying to hide himself from his brother's line of sight. It was humiliating, having Jupiter watch as he gave into his desires. The planet kept his eyes closed, hoping to hide the lust and humiliation which swirled in them like a storm. Shrinking at Jupiter's words, Pluto tried to shake his head. That motion was cut off as the larger planet began to thrust faster, harder. Unable to fend from his desires, Pluto stroked and bucked, motions making it obvious he was about to cum. Honestly it had been a miracle he had held out for this long. The small planet had always been a sensitive one. Panting and moaning, Pluto bucked one last time before covering himself in his own cum, sprawled out for his brother's display. He looked exhausted, whimpering as his brother continued thrusting.           "Ha-ah -- st-toh--stop."

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Pluto elected not to answer any of Jupiter's questions, not wanting the other to feel the need to leave any extra marks. For the brief moment Jupiter had pulled out of him, Pluto had a limbo with his mind and his body. Before he could think too much, his brother made it obvious that he wasn't finished in the slightest. Like a puppet, he let himself be led, grateful for the softer surface. Again, Pluto decided not to answer, but let out a pathetic whimper from being on full display to his brother. Part of him wished Jupiter did hate him -- that he wasn't tied to this belittling, abusive planet by something Pluto could barely wrap his head around. But the other half took solace in the idea that somebody loved him.  The planet hung on Jupiter's words -- after all, he'd have to listen up if he'd only say it once. The icy planet was pulled from his concentration as his brother pushed back in. One hand desperately shot down to stroke himself while the other went up to hide his bright red face. Every thrust was met with a bashful moan and Pluto hoped he could get away with touching himself this time. The words made Pluto's stomach swirl, and the faint traces of a smile danced on his lips as they brushed with Jupiter's.                "L-Love y-...y-you..."

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A quiet whimper escaped Pluto's lips as his hand was pulled away. His hips wriggled in response, looking for friction once more. Pluto didn't want to talk about it -- he didn't want to talk about anything. He just wanted to fade away so Jupiter could just finish with him and go. "I-I ju-just..." Pluto tried to turn his face away, to hide once more. Jupiter made him feel like he was nothing -- minuscule, unimportant -- like garbage. Sometimes he wondered if it would have been better if he died. Pluto shrunk, retracting his neck and raising his shoulders to cover his face as much as possible.         "D-D.... Do you l-love me?"

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In theory, his brother's actions should have made him feel warm and loved, but instead, he just felt more cold and empty than ever before. Pluto leaned into the caress, trying to stop his tears of self hatred. He was scared that if he didn't stop crying, Jupiter would hurt him. But the tears just kept coming out. Everything was moving in slow motion as Jupiter leaned in, licking the mess from his face. Cold, trembling hands rose to wipe the continuous stream of tears from his eyes. Stop crying -- stop crying. As their lips locked, Pluto didn't give much of a response. He was limp, letting Jupiter use him however he wanted. Like a doll -- a toy. Pluto let is eyes droop shut, sniffling and trying to hold back the lump rising in his throat. Would Jupiter have cried if Pluto really died? Or would he just move onto the next weakest thing in sight? It was hard for Pluto to imagine any compassion in Jupiter's heart. The rhythm of Jupiter's thrusts and the fiery kiss he led Pluto in was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Timidly, Pluto slipped one of his hands down to stroke his small member. It would be over after this, right? Jupiter couldn't possibly hold out much longer than Pluto could -- right?

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He didn't enjoy this -- he couldn't. He didn't want to. But his body moved on its own. Still, he knew Jupiter had control, and that's the only way it would be for now. He tried his hardest to force his body to relax, looking at Jupiter with the most innocent, fearful eyes. Pluto just had to tell himself that his brother really cared, just had to pretend this was an action of warm love and not burning hatred. Despite his attempts, everything in Pluto's face read that of a broken boy. Pluto moved, trying to bring their faces closer. Given the position, the feat was fairly hard. "Ma-Make me feel... g-good..." The words were croaked out, sadness laced within every syllable of lust. "P-Please."

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A weak groan of defeat slipped from Pluto's bleeding lips as his hair was grabbed. There was no attempt to hide the sobbing at this point -- he was a mess. A mess on full display to his tormentor. His face was pure red, eyes glazed with lust and bloody drool decorating his chin -- he looked like nothing but a dirty fuck toy. Pluto let out a pathetic moan as Jupiter began to slowly move, panting. The mixture of pain and pleasure and humiliation had already put him on the edge. Fists clenched so tightly that his flesh was snow white, Pluto writhed under the stimulation Jupiter was providing him. What had primarily been sobs turned into moans and whimpers as Jupiter traced his tongue around Pluto's sensitive ears. His hips rocked back to try and match Jupiter's slow movements.          "Y-You're fu-fuh-fucking disgusting --" The words barely bubbled out of his throat, caught between moans and sobs.

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Pluto couldn't stand to look at him, stand to give him the satisfaction of seeing the disgust and self hatred laced within every pore of Pluto's face. A head of shame fell to the surface of the table, burying itself in trembling arms. Each of the teasing movements Jupiter performed was met with a squirm. His body wanted more each time the tip of the planet's dick brushed against him, but his mind was pleading for self control.  Clenching his fists, Pluto dug his teeth into his bottom lip as Jupiter requested he repeat his cursings. While there wasn't much control he had in the situation, he wouldn't give Jupiter the satisfaction of doing what he wanted. The position they were in made it easy for Pluto to hide -- he'd just stay face down the entire time, quiet, hidden -- not being forced to satisfy Jupiter any further than he already has to.  Just as Pluto began to relax in the slightest, he felt every boundary he had be broken in one rough thrust. That thin, pale back of his curved in the most defined arch, legs kicking and flailing as he let out a scream of agony. Liquid the color of the galaxy slipped from Pluto's mouth, thin and runny, mixed with drool. The ball of rock and ice had bitten through his lip in surprise, but the pain Jupiter was providing was much more prominent. A few broken sobs left Pluto's mouth, and his body struggled to slump back into its humiliated, face down position. He just wanted to hide his face -- everything would go much faster if he just closed his eyes. Shaking violently, both from pleasure, anxiety, humiliation, and pain, Pluto finally forced his face back into his tense arms. As much as he tried to muffle himself, the sound of wet, bloody sobbing could be heard from the stiff planet.      He just wanted it to go faster -- to be over.                         He hated this, and he hated Jupiter.

      He could smash it then and there if he sincerely wanted to, it wasn’t breakble. But he was glad that he didn’t. It would hurt his feelings, and he could feel the aura around his brother, the one screaming that he was still bitter about their last, well he said it, encounter. Pluto knew if he were to get upset again, things might get worse.                     “Why do I care? Ouch, little brother~                           I got it for you to show you just how much I love you.”

Pluto brought his hand up to his mouth, face holding a hint of sickness. Jupiter's words made Pluto's stomach churn with self-depreciation and a mix of fear and hate. Love -- how dare Jupiter use that word. He's a cruel beast who knows nothing of real love. All he knows is how to tie strings to an unfortunate target and manipulate them like a toy. Show them that moment of kindness that keeps them coming back for more. Disgusting.             "...W-Whatever..."

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            The arrogant planet here just finished wrapping a ‘Christmas’ gift for his dear brother Pluto.                ”I hope you like it! But wait til Christmas..~~”                              Stupid humans and their dumb holidays.

Everything about Pluto's aura made it clear he wasn't over their last... encounter. He was uneasy, tense, and still carried a heavy blanket of humiliation over his heart. Speaking honestly, he wanted to smash the gift right there. But he didn't.           "Why do you care?                     Why get me anything for a stupid holiday celebrated by people I hate?"

      Touching his lips when Pluto pulled back from the kiss, he smiled at the forced hug. When he said those words, though, he slid has hand down slowly, wrapping his fingers around his neck, squeezing it enough to hurt a little, but not choke or break anything. “Is that so?” he whispered into his ear.

He's not surprised by Jupiter's actions, but the squeeze of his neck made him nervous. His brother was psychotic, unstable, and strong. But Pluto couldn't stand keeping quiet. "I hate you but I will never be better than you, and that makes me hate you more. I want to punch you and break every bone in your body so you know what it feels like. I want to make you kneel to me. But I can't and I hate it. So why don't you just fuck me and rub it in my face some more? How much better you are than me? How much stronger, how much more respected?"

       He frowned a little, “But, Pluto…” he said, tilting his chin up to face him. “Why not? You know I won’t hit you again.” Unless you pull another stunt like that. “It’s time for you to forgive me, now.” he said, leaning in, brushing their lips together.

Hatred towards Jupiter dwindled down to disgust towards himself as their lips brushed together. Wrapping his shaky arms around Jupiter, Pluto locked the kiss. It was filled with a million emotions Pluto couldn't understand, and a million that he hated. His face was hot with fury and embarrassment and disgust and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. Pulling back ever so slightly, he dared to hiss three strong words. "I hate you."

      “You don’t have to leave, you know.” He said, scratching his cheek, “I’m not angry anymore. You said sorry, so I forgive you.” He said, walking up to him and playing with his hair, giving him a small pouty face.

"Don't touch me." His stomach churned as Jupiter played with his hair, rage and humiliation brewing like a storm. He wanted to move, punch him in the face, something -- but he was scared. He merely held his breath, looking at Jupiter with resentful eyes.

         After some time, the planet decided to check on his brother planet. “Pluto? Are you healed? Have you thought about what I said?”

Pluto had to hold himself back from attacking his brother on sight. He hated Jupiter. He wanted him to die. The planet's blue eyes swirled with a flurry of emotion -- fear, anger, pain, sadness, submission. There were so many hate filled words he would like to say, but through grit teeth, he muttered: "Y-Yes sir. I was just about to leave."

      Laying down beside his little brother, he looked into his eyes, “You should lay there and think about what you’ve done, until you heal, Pluto. I’ll kiss you here, but I’m not going to help you up. You must learn your lesson.” he said, scooting closer to kiss him on the lips gently. “Then when you heal, as a way to show me how truly sorry you are, you’ll lay with me naked and make my red spot cool. It isn’t so bad right now. But by the time you heal, I know I’ll be in some great pain. I have a storm coming soon.”

Pluto's eyes held the sadness of a billion years as he listened to Jupiter's words. It sucked dying, sure, but it was hard to imagine a happy life with his siblings if he was always the weakest -- the smallest. He'd never be respected or loved. The kiss was cold, even for Pluto. Not in temperature, but the way it felt. Detached, a kiss from a frozen over heart. "A-Alright."

     ”I’ll allow you to kiss me, because you apologized, but if I somehow find out you only said sorry for me to feel bad for punching you, you will regret it. Remember, Pluto. I am your elder brother, and I am much more powerful, dominant, and better than you. But I still love you, and kissing you brings me happiness.” Not to mention his hands are like walking first-aid kits for him.

The smaller planet tries to push himself up this feet, but crashes down to the ground with a thump. A small whine comes from the blonde boy, whose planetary powers have not all yet been revived, and his healing process is slower than his siblings. "Mm sorry... I ca-can't get up... sorry... sorry..."