#grethan

Tags: boypussy, squirting, overstimulation, mentions of mpreg, Ethan has a pussy

E with a pussy has been taking over my life recently, so here’s some smut with more plot than you asked for 🙏🏼

WC: 4411

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Ethan who has been hiding his anatomy from his brother their whole lives.

Grayson who finds out and can’t help but be curious.

When they were back home, Ethan had always had the help of his mom to hide the obvious things— the panties, the PMS, the pads.

In LA, it was a whole different game.

Ethan had found himself lying constantly if Grayson happened to notice a box of tampons under his sink, explaining it away as a thoughtful detail for any girls he brought over. Ethan ignored the fact that him bringing anyone over was quite rare.

Grayson always seemed to notice when he was especially cranky or plagued by cramps, but Ethan reserved his most lazy days for that time of the month, holing up in his room so Grayson wouldn’t threaten to trigger his very fragile emotional state. It works for years, until it doesn’t.

Grayson finds out in quite a lackluster way. He’s doing laundry, a task so mundane that he usually just tunes the world out while he folds so he can get it done as fast as possible. Of course, he’s doing Ethan’s laundry as well. Usually, he makes Ethan bring his own clothes to his room, but Grayson can’t be bothered to have that fight with him today, especially when Ethan was currently out with some friends.

Grayson walked into Ethan’s room with the laundry basket full of clean clothes on his hip and settled in front of his dresser, opening the first drawer up and letting out a long sigh at the sight of it. Nothing is folded, things are wrinkled, and he’s pretty sure there’s dirty clothes mixed into the drawer, too. He makes a mental note to scold Ethan about the way he keeps his belongings later and hastily decides to just organize the whole thing.

Grayson is taking out crumpled shirts and boxers when he gets to the bottom of the drawer and freezes at what he’s just laid his eyes on. Underwear, women’s underwear, countless pairs folded neatly under the mess he’d just cut through. Not only that, but other questionable items as well; Midol, a bottle of pH balanced soap, a clit sucker. Grayson doesn’t really know how to react or what to think. He knew Ethan didn’t have a girlfriend, nor did he have many women suitors that came by. There was really no reason he should’ve had all of this in his possession. Not only that, but why had Ethan made such an effort to hide the items?

Grayson stuffed all the clothes back into the drawer and decided he’d ignore it for now. He was sure if he just asked, Ethan would tell him a perfectly normal and fine reason for hiding all of this stuff. At least, he hoped he would.

It takes a few days for Grayson to ask about what he'd found. He’s afraid, he doesn’t know why. Many possibilities had run through his mind, thinking maybe Ethan simply liked wearing the underwear, or maybe it was something deeper, something with his identity that he wanted to explore by himself. Either way, Grayson wanted Ethan to know it wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

“Hey, can we talk?” Grayson says flat out, standing in the doorway to the living room, interrupting Ethan’s New Girl marathon.

Ethan looks up at his brother with furrowed brows and hesitates to respond. At first, he assumes it’s about something gross he did, but he always had a small nagging in his brain that it’s something greater, something like Grayson finding out his biggest secret. Ethan follows Grayson to his room and plops himself down in the middle of Grayson’s bed, looking up at his brother expectantly.

“I should’ve asked about this earlier, but.. I guess I didn’t know how,” Grayson prefaced, sitting right in front of Ethan. “When I was doing laundry last week, I was putting away your clothes, and-“ Grayson paused. He didn’t know how to sound like he wasn’t purposely snooping, which he wasn’t! “I found some of your things… the underwear and- um, other stuff.”

Ethan’s blood ran cold at that, face pale as all the color drained from him. Dear God, this can’t be real. All Ethan can do is blink back at him and try not to combust into a million pieces.

When Ethan said nothing, Grayson decided to fill the silence. His brother wasn’t usually forthcoming with this kind of information. “You hid those things for a reason, so, I’m sorry for being nosy,” he huffed, looking embarrassed and coy, but proceeding. “I wanted you to know that whatever it is you think you need to hide, you don’t have to. I’m your brother, you can tell me anything. I wanna be there for you whenever I can.”

Ethan felt like crying. He also felt like laughing right in his brother’s face. Grayson really didn’t seem to know the truth, and Ethan couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or not. At this point, he was sure nothing he’d say would be able to explain the presence of his belongings. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” Ethan scoffed and looked away, mindlessly studying the things on Grayson’s desk.

Grayson looked confused at that, reaching up to gently grab Ethan’s chin and bring his gaze back to him. “Try me,” Grayson murmured, swiping his thumb along his jawline.

Ethan’s heart felt like it stuttered at the touch. “I’m not like you, Grayson. Not fully,” He started, voice sounding unsure and soft. “I don’t know if maybe I was supposed to be a girl instead, but..” Ethan felt Grayson thumbing at his bottom lip, distracting him from his train of thought. “I need all those things because that’s what I have,” Ethan cleared his throat and turned his face from Grayson again, feeling too hot. “I don’t have a dick,” Ethan clarified.

Grayson looked as if a whole slew of emotions was coursing through him. Relief, confusion, curiosity, shock. Grayson wasn’t sure what to feel at all. “Oh,” he breathed. Grayson didn’t know how he never noticed. He’d always thought him and Ethan were intimately close, though they’d never really made a habit of being naked around each other. “Okay. That’s-“ Grayson’s touch moved to Ethan’s arm, gently rubbing it up and down. “That’s okay. I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” he murmured and pulled Ethan into a tight hug, so relieved it wasn’t something more serious. “You’re still my brother. My Ethan. That will never change,” Grayson whispered by his ear, nosing at the pulse point in Ethan’s neck.

Ethan felt something close to joy when Grayson pulled him close. He’d always been convinced Grayson would freak out and never speak to him again, but this was a welcome outcome. Ethan felt greedy as he wrapped his arms around Grayson in't return, greedy for the touch he’d always been ashamed to ask for. “Promise it’s not weird?” Ethan whispered, not moving to pull away.

Grayson only seemed to hug him tighter as he shook his head. “Never. Not with me,” He murmured. Grayson felt a little crazed as he remained so close to Ethan. If he was honest, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like, what Ethan hid between his plush thighs. Grayson felt gross for even thinking it, but he was human. Grayson had pondered his inappropriate feelings for his twin, but had never dared to act upon them, even before finding out about this. Now, it felt like the intimate knowledge of Ethan’s body was making his brain mush. Grayson’s thoughts were filled with a desire to taste, to feel, to plunge himself deep into Ethan’s heat. It was wrong, but he couldn’t stop the thoughts even if he tried.

It only took a few more seconds of pondering to decide his next move, Grayson suddenly pushing Ethan onto his back and hovering above him, keeping him in place. Ethan looked up at him with wide eyes, Grayson smiling down at him mischievously. “Can I see?” He asked softly, eyes looking all over his face.

“W-What?” Ethan breathed, still stuck on the fact that Grayson so easily pinned him down. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t admired Grayson a little too much before. He’d had thoughts about the way he looked shirtless or how sweet he was to him, especially about how much Grayson loved him, how he always said they’d be together forever, even if he’d meant it in a purely familial way. It was never anything too serious, feelings and desires that he could keep under wraps. This was far closer than they’d ever been, so Ethan was struggling to wrap his mind around the insane request.

“Let me see you,” Grayson pressed on, eyes snapping down to Ethan’s mouth. He refrained from kissing him right then and there. “Please?” He pleaded gently.

The look of shock didn’t leave Ethan’s face, the older twin nodding slowly and swallowing thickly despite his inhibitions, not sure what Grayson could possibly have in store for him. Ethan’s eyes moved down between them when he felt Grayson’s fingers undoing the drawstring on his sweats, Ethan already feeling flushed and warm. Not to mention, he could feel the faintest hints of his arousal in his underwear, dampening the neutral, grey fabric. Ethan could only assume Grayson wanted to touch, too. Why else would he be asking?

Grayson was sure he seemed eager as he tugged down Ethan’s sweats and laid eyes on his underwear, breath catching in his throat. He never imagined Ethan wearing such a simple piece of clothing, but he looked good, so good, slender and smooth and pale against the dark fabric. “We can stop,” Grayson reminded, though he wanted to hear it from Ethan that this kind of exploration was okay.

Ethan’s skin was covered in goosebumps at every touch, both overwhelming and not enough at the same time. “No,” Ethan said, sounding sure of himself this time. “Don’t want you to.”

Maybe Grayson shouldn’t have taken his words to heart, but the way Ethan accepted his affection made him crazier for him than he’d ever been. “What do you want me to do?” Grayson asked playfully and closed some of the distance between them, trying not to press his own arousal against Ethan’s.

“Stop making me wait,” Ethan breathed, completely serious yet just as playful, both of his hands finding their way to either side of his twin’s face, waiting for him to make the move.

Grayson surged up to press his mouth against Ethan’s and kissed him passionately, forcing him to lay back against his pillows fully. His hips involuntarily pressed against Ethan, pushing the outline of his cock against him in his pursuit to get closer.

Ethan wasn’t expecting the kiss to feel so good, the taste and the feel of his little brother making him lightheaded. He’d wanted to kiss him for a long time; to have Grayson kiss him as eagerly as he was made Ethan’s heart soar. Grayson’s tongue felt searing against his own, Ethan’s arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Ethan didn’t mean to be so pushy, but he found himself pulling away and bringing his hands to the waistband of his panties to push them down, helping Grayson along. He wanted Grayson badly, and he didn’t want any separation between them. Ethan lifted his hips and let Grayson slide them off his legs, setting his hips down once his panties were off, leaving him exposed.

Grayson felt dizzy as he laid eyes on Ethan, pink and trimmed. Ethan had a perfectly groomed patch of hair, a rich black just like the hair on his head. Grayson could tell he was wet just from the glistening between his lips, nearly dripping off of him. “You’re perfect,” Grayson praised, hands smoothing down the insides of Ethan’s thighs.

Ethan felt burning hot under Grayson’s stare, nervous yet excited, trying not to shake at his touch.“Stop that,” Ethan breathed as he grabbed Grayson’s wrist, bringing his hand down between his thighs. “Stop talking to me like I’m one of your girlfriends,” he huffed, the noise changing to a relieved sigh as Grayson’s fingers slipped between his folds, spreading his wetness to his clit and circling the sensitive nub. Somehow, he felt even hotter than before. Maybe because it was Grayson touching him, maybe it was his shame setting his whole body alight. The rough pads of Grayson’s fingers felt heavenly.

Grayson looked up at him and chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to his mouth. “I’m being honest,” Grayson insisted. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he purred, not able to help himself as he crawled down Ethan’s body, wanting nothing more than to savor Ethan’s arousal. He didn’t let Ethan answer before his tongue delved between his folds, hands gripping both of Ethan’s thighs as he lapped at him. Grayson would never get enough of the sweet, musky taste of his twin, his chin getting messy with slick.

Ethan‘s body writhed uncontrollably under Grayson, making desperate, high-pitched noises as his brother’s tongue pushed into him relentlessly. Both of his hands immediately went to grip at Grayson’s hair, pushing his hips up into his face while he pushed his head down. He’d been eaten out plenty of times before, but this was so much better than anything he’d ever experienced. Grayson was being greedy with him, fucking him open with his tongue and swallowing every drop of his wetness. Ethan had grown used to guys and girls hesitating with him, being careful and cautious, which had just cemented in him that he was weird and different, a spectacle, at best. Grayson wasn’t acting the same at all; Grayson was behaving like his salvation lied between Ethan’s folds, eating him out with a hunger and need so intense that the feeling enveloped his whole body, flames of passion licking at his tattooed skin. He’d never experienced love like this before.

Grayson wasn’t ashamed to say that he enjoyed eating people out, and he most certainly wasn’t ashamed that he was being so ravenous with Ethan. He followed Ethan’s movements as he bucked his hips, sucking gently on his clit and swirling his tongue around it. Grayson hummed against him when Ethan tugged harshly at his hair, feeling the way Ethan shivered at the sensation of his voice vibrating through him.

“I’m-“ Ethan squeaked and pressed his thighs together on either side of Grayson’s head, finally working up the courage to look down at him. It was a sight he’d never forget, Grayson staring up at him through long lashes as his tongue swirled and slid all over him, lips glistening. Ethan tensed just a moment later, coming on Grayson’s tongue with a groan. “Grayson,” Ethan whined, hips stuttering as he felt Grayson continue, only for a few seconds longer.

Grayson pulled away reluctantly and licked his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling back up his body to kiss Ethan deeply. He wanted for him to taste himself, to taste how sweet and addictive he was. “Next time, you can ride my face,” Grayson breathed softly, still catching his breath from their kiss. While he spoke, he tugged impatiently at Ethan’s shirt, wanting him completely naked.

Ethan was still processing his orgasm when Grayson kissed him, helplessly kissing back and moaning into his mouth at the taste of himself. He obediently sat up as Grayson took his shirt off, hands shaking as he tried to do the same to Grayson. He’d never had someone be this enthusiastic about eating him out, but Ethan was obsessed with the idea of Grayson loving it that much. “You’re already planning to do this again?” He giggled, eyes raking over Grayson’s chest and going to unbutton his pants.

Grayson made sure to fling their clothes onto the floor, watching Ethan’s hands as they worked to take his pants off. “Can’t do everything I wanna do in one day,” he explained, kissing Ethan’s cheek before he did the rest of the work for him, both of them now completely naked. “How rough can I be with you?” Grayson asked, the grin on his face looking devilish, pushing at Ethan’s shoulder so he was laying back again.

Ethan’s eyes widened as he laid eyes on Grayson’s hard cock, his mouth watering. It was perfect; long and girthy, with a happy trail that led up to his belly button. Ethan could feel himself clench in anticipation. “Break me,” Ethan said without hesitation, eyes still trained on his cock. “Knock me up, I don’t care.”

Grayson was fully aware he shouldn’t do that, he shouldn’t have been so excited at the prospect of filling Ethan up with his babies, but it made the flame in his belly roar furiously inside of him. If that’s what Ethan wanted, then that’s what he’d get, Grayson would never say no to him. “I’ll fuck you dumb, E, don’t worry,” he promised, grabbing Ethan’s hips and pulling him down on the bed, getting him closer. Grayson gripped the back of one of Ethan’s milky thighs with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, stopping briefly to swipe some of Ethan’s wetness onto his fingers, lubing himself up with it. Grayson had to remind himself to breathe as he slid the head between Ethan’s folds, making sure he felt every inch of him. Grayson looked up at Ethan one last time and smiled to himself, seeing how Ethan’s eyes were still glued to where he was rubbing against him, lips parted and eyebrows knitted together. He was perfect, down to every last inflection of his face.

Ethan tried not to fall apart completely as Grayson pushed into him, the older twin’s head falling back against the pillows as he was split open. He could already tell he’d be putty in Grayson’s hands. Grayson had already made him come once with little effort, he had no doubt his brother would be equally as skilled and ruthless as he fucked him. “God, Gray,” he gasped, eyes screwed shut while he accommodated Grayson’s length.

Grayson was much too turned on to be going as slow as he was, having to fight every instinct in himself to not ram his whole cock into the tight, velvety heat. He only gave Ethan a few seconds between each push, stopping when he was most of the way in, Ethan letting out a soft cry. “You were made for this,” he cooed and slowly pulled out, pushing back in steadily. “Feels so good to have me inside you, huh?”

Ethan couldn’t possibly form the words to respond to Grayson, hands gripping tightly at the sheets below them. Ethan’s shaky, breathy moans were a testament to how useless his brain had already become, giving himself up to the way he was spread open on his cock. All he could do was nod quickly, gushing even more of his fluids around Grayson, making a mess between them.

Grayson concentrated hard on keeping his pace slow at first, gripping Ethan’s other thigh so he could press them forward, spreading his twin open even more. “Wish you would’ve told me sooner,” he huffed, practically hypnotized by the sight of himself sliding in and out of Ethan. “I would’ve given anything to fuck you like this,” he groaned, his resolve already failing as his hips snapped forward harshly, making Ethan cry out desperately.

“I wanted to,” Ethan interjected, finally finding the strength to speak. He was squeezing around Grayson tightly, trying to hold back from coming in just a few strokes. “I was scared-“ Ethan moaned sweetly as Grayson’s thumb swiped over his clit in small, fast circles, a stark contrast to his slow thrusts. “Oh, fuck, wait,” he begged, his hand shooting down to grip Grayson’s wrist. He didn’t try to pull him away, just wanting something to brace himself on. “Grayson,” Ethan keened, arching up into him as he came a second time, blunt nails digging into Grayson’s wrist. Ethan almost felt embarrassed at the way the sounds between them changed, obscene squelching all due to his intense arousal.

“So sensitive,” Grayson purred and pulled his hand away, moving his grip to Ethan’s hips this time, confident that Ethan could take anything he threw his way. Grayson wasn’t merciful in any way, plunging himself all the way in hard and fast. “How many times can I make you come, do you think?” Grayson breathed, mostly asking the question to watch Ethan struggle, knowing words were hard to come by at the moment.

Ethan’s thighs shook and squeezed around Grayson’s waist, shocks of oversensitivity shooting up his spine. His hand shot up to cover his mouth, a weak attempt at getting himself to quiet the uncontrollable squeaks and mewls. Ethan wasn’t sure he could handle another orgasm, but he knew there was no doubt Grayson wasn’t going to stop here. “I’m gonna- Gonna make a mess,” he pleaded. Ethan knew himself enough to know he was on the verge of squirting all over both of them. He wasn’t sure whether he loved the thought or if he was too embarrassed to let it happen. It seemed like he wouldn’t have a choice in the end, anyway.

Grayson’s gaze darkened as he pistoned into his older brother, bottoming out with each forward movement of his hips. “It’s okay,” he huffed, trying not to let his pleasure overtake him. “Ruin my sheets, I’ll just sleep in your bed,” he grunted.

Ethan was beet red as he uselessly tried to hold off on coming a third time, jaw slack with silent moans as he was tipped over the edge once more. “Ah-“ he cried out, doing just as he’d warned and gushing all over Grayson, all over his sheets and his thighs. Ethan was truly reduced to nothing but pathetic whines and soft pleas for his twin to have mercy on him.

Grayson had never been in love before, but he knew immediately what he felt as soon as Ethan let go. He felt nothing but pride and joy at the fact that he could make Ethan feel this good. The thoughts he’d been turning over in his mind like stones in his palm were suddenly confirmed in a second, the simple fact that his heart belonged to Ethan and only Ethan. “I love you,” he gasped, not minding the mess at all. If anything, he wanted to see Ethan do it again and again. “God, I love you so much,”

Ethan would’ve said it back in a heartbeat if his whole body wasn’t completely spent and shaky, making an enormous effort to not black out before Grayson came. Ethan reached a hand up to grip Grayson’s hair and pulled him down into a hot, wet kiss, not needing air, just needing to taste Grayson and for him to know that he felt the same.

It only took Grayson a few more thrusts before he bottomed out completely and emptied his balls into his twin. He didn’t care about the repercussions of any of it, just that he could mark his territory and leave Ethan full and sated. It took him another few minutes to even pull out, the twins taken with each and kissing lazily until their lips were sticky with spit and cherry red, Grayson’s cock nearly soft.

Grayson made sure to clean Ethan up thoroughly after it was all said and done, getting him a pair of his own pajamas after wiping him down and tearing the sheets from his bed. Grayson also carried him all the way to Ethan’s room and made no move to go do his new pile of laundry or to even give himself a bit of space. He was content to be suffocated and warmed by Ethan, and loved how much Ethan seemed content to do the same.

Ethan took a while to say anything, too in love with his new normal to ruin it by saying anything at all. When he noticed Grayson wasn’t falling asleep and just kept staring, admiring him so deeply it made Ethan blush, he felt like he had to speak.

“I’m on birth control. Just so you know,” Ethan said without thinking. He knew that was a stupid thing to start with, but he’d wondered if Grayson may have been worried about it.

Grayson let out a sleepy chuckle, reaching up to cup the side of Ethan’s face. “Damn,” he said, genuinely sounding disappointed. “I really liked the idea of filling you up with babies.” Grayson knew that was highly unrealistic, to expect a family with his twin brother, but it was a sweet thought, Ethan’s belly plump with their kids, living a quiet life together while they raised them.

Ethan’s eyes widened and he turned even pinker, pushing his face into Grayson’s neck to hide his embarrassment. “No babies. Not right now,” he muttered against his skin, kissing where his lips hovered. “Sorry for.. making a mess,” Ethan sighed, still hiding away. “I can’t help it sometimes. Just felt too good.”

Grayson just had to push Ethan away so he could soak in the pitiful, shameful expression on his face, his heart swelling at the mere sight of Ethan being so coy with him. “You could do that every time and I’d never get tired of it,” Grayson said softly. He meant it completely. He meant it when he said he loved him, every part of him, every quirk and detail that no one would ever notice but him. “You don’t have to be so shy with me, angel. I love you,” he murmured.

Ethan felt tears of joy spring to his eyes, but he refrained from letting them pool and stream down his face, not wanting to explain how emotional it made him. “I love you,” he repeated the words he wasn’t able to say earlier. “I have for a long time. Maybe since we were young,” Ethan admitted. “I want to love you for a long time. Deal?” He smiled softly, bringing his hand up and sticking his pinky out, wanting for Grayson to intertwine his own with his.

“Deal,” Grayson murmured, humoring his twin by sealing the deal with a pinky promise. “I think that’ll be easy,” Grayson hummed and relaxed back into the sheets.

“I think so too.”

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Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Aww Ethan, Grayson just wanna hold your hand 🥺🥺🥺