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If you are two brothers in a sport you are not fucking safe from me
what i want, you've got (and it might be hard to handle)
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The Threesome Chapter.
Maxâs proposition lingers in both brothersâ minds for weeks after the event.
To be fair, Max is the only person that truly knows about them now, the only one with some semblance of an idea of what the Leclerc brothers do with each other behind closed doors. Arthur and Charles tease each other about it, their cheeks flushing red once they really consider the offer. They could call Max up anytime they wanted and heâd rush to come overâand the thought of that excites Charles, if heâs honest. He wants Max to see what he and Arthur get up to.
During one of their weeks off racingâCharles and Arthur have to coordinate when they can see each other considering their busy schedulesâthey both wind up back home in Monaco, lounging in Charlesâ apartment for the weekend. Arthurâs in Charlesâ lap on the couch, watching a shitty movie on TV while they wait for their take-out to arrive.
âWe should call him,â Charles says out of the blue, giggling when Arthur whips his head around to look at him in shock. âWhat? Itâs been weeks! Heâs probably losing hope!â Charles decisively reaches for his phone, anticipation already tingling under his skin. If he does this, thereâs really no coming back nowâbut taking Max up on his offer has been on Charlesâ mind ever since he proposed it, and it has certainly been the subject of many of his and Arthurâs fantasies in the weeks that followed.
He opens his text message conversation with Max and scrolls through his photo library to find the perfect picture. Itâs an impossible decisionâCharles thinks he has lots of winnersâbut eventually he settles on something rather tame that leaves the viewer wanting more: itâs a photo of Arthur all spread out on the bed underneath him, three of Charlesâ fingers buried in his mouth as deep as theyâll go. Arthurâs drooling around them like some sort of slut, his cheeks flushed and hair messy where itâs splayed across the crisp white sheets. God. Even looking at it makes Charlesâ cock twitch as he adds it to the message, along with a short line of text: youâre in Monaco this weekend, right? we donât want you to miss out on this again . . .
Charlesâ phone chimes nearly the moment he goes to set it aside. Heart racing in his chest, he picks it up, stomach twisting when he sees Maxâs name pop up on the screen.
Fuck, Max had simply typed, no emojis attached. Is this you finally asking for a third?
Charles bites his bottom lip and shows Arthur the text, grinning with excitement. âGod,â he whispers, giddy nervousness making his hands shake. âI canât believe weâre doing this.â
Arthurâs jaw drops for a moment before he giggles too, glancing between the phone and his big brother. Max was the one that proposed this whole thing, sure, but now that itâs a stark reality, his nervousness sweeps up over him, threatening to drown him.
Charles giggles again, cheeks flushing hot as he imagines Max coming over and having his way with the both of them like he insinuated he'd do. He types out yeah. you know where my place is before tossing his phone aside on the couch, wrapping his arms around Arthur instead. âFuck, I have no idea what to expect,â he breathes, rather worked up with fear and anticipation. âBĂŠbĂŠ, are you already getting hard? I didnât know you liked Max that much.â
Arthur whines at being caught red-handed with a semi rising to attention in his shorts already. He squirms in Charlesâ lap, embarrassed at the question. âItâsâitâs not that, Charlie, I justââ he cuts himself off with a grumble, cheeks flushing hot. As loathe to admit it as he is, the thought does excite him; Max is an exceedingly attractive man, clearly interested in his and Charlesâ relationship, and eager to join in on whatâs kept a secret solely between the two of them. Arthur can only dream about how big Maxâs cock is, how he might use that aura of dominance he exudes to order him and Charles around like theyâre both his little toys.
âOh, you are,â Charles teases, his hand settling over the obvious bulge in his baby brotherâs shorts. âMaybe we should have done this a long time ago. What are you thinking about, hmm? Iâm dying to know.â He grins innocently up at Arthur, his gaze searching. Heâd be lying if he said he himself hadnât been thinking about Max getting involved far before he pitched the idea in the first place; Max is really fucking hot, after all, and Charles knows damn well a word out of Maxâs mouth will get his knees weak.
Arthurâs hips involuntarily twitch into the heat of Charlesâ palm, arousal beginning to rapidly pool in his lower stomach. âHeâd tease us, I bet,â Arthur says, breathless as he imagines it. âHeâd tell us how depraved we are, how weâre brothers and shouldnât be touching each other like this.â He pauses to whine, panting as he ruts into Charlesâ hand. âAndâhis cock, Charlie, fuckâcanât stop thinking about it. Want him to order us around.â
Charles giggles as Arthur goes on and on about what heâs been thinking about. "Heâs so confident, and hot, andâfuck, petit, how big do you think his dick is?" Charles bites his bottom lip again, eyes blown wide with lust and excitement. Every minute spent waiting for Max to arrive feels like an eternity, but Charles mitigates the anticipation by leaning forward to kiss Arthur, all slow and hot like how they make out when they have all the time in the world.
Arthur grins, gesturing out with his hands, spreading them almost a foot apart, giggling as he does so. âHeâs probably so fucking big,â he murmurs against Charlesâ lips before leaning into his kisses, continuing to rut into the addictive heat of Charlesâ palm. God, it feels dirty to be talking about one of their colleagues like this, but all the shame in the world instantly evaporates once the fact sinks in that Max is on his way over right now. To have his way with the both of them.
âYou wish,â Charles teases between kisses, his hands sliding up underneath Arthur's shirt, feeling along his baby brotherâs pretty pale skin. Arthur is already so warm and easy and wanting, letting Charles press his tongue to his without a second thought. He obliges Arthur just a little, squeezing at his hard cock through his shorts and palming at him as he ruts into his lap. Arthur always makes the prettiest noises like thisâhigh-pitched whimpers and whinesâand Charles swallows them all greedily, every single one of them going straight to his cock.
Just as Charles is beginning to relax into it, getting a rhythm going, thumbs grazing against Arthurâs hardening nipples, a firm knock at the door makes him gasp. Max.
Charles pulls away, wide-eyed, his lips spit-soaked and kissed-out. He gently nudges Arthur off his lap so he can go get the door, nervousness twisting at his stomach as he goes.
âHey,â Max says once the door opens. Heâs dressed in a tight white shirt, the curve of his pecs and waist prominent through the cotton, and a pair of equally tight jeans. His eyes narrow when he lays eyes on Charles, then his gaze flits behind him to Arthur on the couch, both brothers looking dishevelled, and he smiles. âDonât tell me you started without me.â
Arthur crosses his legs on the couch, tugging his shirt up over his obvious erection. God, he already feels fucking dumb in Maxâs presence and Max has only said one sentence out loud. âIt was Charlesâ idea,â he quips, his smile bratty and teasing as he points with his thumb to his older brother. Heâll never pass up an opportunity to push Charlesâ buttons.
Charles stands aside to let Max in, cheeks already flushing hot with embarrassment. Seriously, Max is just standing here and heâs already ready to melt into a fucking puddle. Itâs downright humiliating and Charles finds himself liking it.
âOh, really?â Max asks, laughing softly as his gaze flits from Charles to Arthur and then back to Charles. âI donât think so. I can see that, Arthur.â He shifts his gaze, glancing pointedly at the hard-on tenting Arthurâs shorts, then reaches to take hold of Charlesâ bicep, firmly guiding him back over to the couch. âYou two are gonna keep doing what you were doing before I got here, and Iâm going to watch.â Max sits himself down on the couch on the other end from Arthur and crosses his arms in front of his built chest, looking at them both expectantly.
Arthurâs lips part in a mixture of shock and embarrassment, his cock twitching underneath Maxâs gaze. With Max looking at him like this, he feels more exposed than he does when heâs naked; itâs intoxicating how easily Max can take control of the situation, order the two of them about as if itâs second nature to him.
Charles obeys Max so eagerly, as if heâs always meant to. He wastes no time in sinking back into the couch cushions, manhandling his baby brother into his lap and feeling the line of Arthurâs cock hard against his thigh. He takes Arthurâs face between his hands and kisses him again, a hot, open-mouthed affair, tongues pressing hurriedly against one another.
âOh, thatâs nice,â Max says, voice low and rumbly from the other side of the couch, his smile audible. âI suspected you two had something going on, you know. Itâs not normal to see two brothers touching each other the way you do.â He takes in a deep breath of air, then lets it out in a sigh. âCharles, touch your little brother a little, wonât you? Look at himâheâs practically gagging for it.â
Not even breaking the kiss to question Max, Charles slips one hand below Arthurâs waistband and teases at his cock over the thin material of his boxers. Arthurâs already a little wet, pre-come drooling from the tip of his cock, and it only spurs Charles on, dragging his thumb over the wet spot on the fabric.
âCharlie,â Arthur whines between kisses, his hips twitching into Charlesâ touch. The slow drag of Charlesâ thumb across the tip of his cock is so deliciously stimulating and it makes Arthur arch his back, cheeks flushing a pretty embarrassed pink. Itâs one thing to do this with Charles behind closed doors where no one can see, their secret safe with each other, but with Max watching, Arthur feels something dark and feral gnaw at his stomach. He canât stop thinking about the way Max talks to them, tells them what theyâre doing is wrong; simply listening to him and letting the words sink in makes Arthur needy to come despite having only just started.
Max laughs, so deep and hot and thoroughly infuriating. âIs he always like this, Charles?â he asks, although he isnât exactly expecting a reply. âLook at him. Look at how desperate he is for you. Or maybe heâs just putting on a show for me?â Max watches them for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he debates pushing further. He does. âThat must be it. You two wanted me to watch, tell you how wrong this is. Is that it?â
Charles whimpers, wholly humiliated by how Max sees right through them. He breaks the kiss for a moment, hand still working at the front of Arthurâs wet boxers. âHeâhe is,â he says, voice shaking with it. He canât stop thinking about how Max talks about Arthur like heâs not even there. âYou should see how he begs for me, Max.â
Five minutes into this fucked up scene and Arthur thinks he might die from the way Max and Charles talk about him like heâs nothing but their little toy, their slut who deserves no input. He moans, hips shifting forward to seek out more friction from Charlesâ warm palm, his cock fucking aching in his wet boxers. If thereâs one thing Arthur can do well in this world, itâs beg, and he does just that, giving Charles his biggest, glassiest eyes and pursing his lips in a pout. âMore, Charlie, please,â he breathes, feeling Maxâs gaze burn into his back. âPlease. Need you so bad it hurts.â
Charles turns his head to look at Max, smiling as if to say, see? and not letting up on how heâs teasing at Arthurâs cock.
Max smiles sweetly right back, splaying his thighs just the tiniest bit apart where heâs sitting on the couch. Without any hesitation, Charlesâ eyes fly to Maxâs crotch, where his cock is just beginning to perk up in his jeans. âYou're right, Charles, he does beg so nicely,â he says, glowing with approval. He watches them for a few more long moments, then looks at Charles strangely. âSo . . . arenât you going to do what heâs begging you for? Come on. Letâs put that pretty mouth to use. I bet heâll cry once you get your mouth on his needy cock.â
Arthur downright whimpers at the suggestion, hips thrusting wildly into Charlesâ hand. âPlease, Charlie, need your mouth so bad,â he begs, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He feels perpetually teased by both Charles and Max in this moment, aching to finally get some long-needed relief. Arthur shifts his frantic gaze to Max, and somehow itâs just as easy to beg Max as it is to beg his older brother. âMake him hurry up, Max, please, I canât wait anymore,â he breathes, dragging out the last word in a whine. He doesnât think heâs ever felt this turned-on in his life; Max being right here, watching their every move with those calculating blue eyes has Arthur feeling deliciously on-edge. Why hadnât he and Charles done this sooner?
âOh,â Max says, laughing again and resting the palm of one big hand over the bulge forming in his jeans, âheâs got a bit of a mouth on him, too, huh?â Even though Arthur is speaking directly to him, he canât help but keep treating Arthur as if heâs nothing but a toy. âYou heard him, Charles. Hurry up now. I donât like to be kept waiting, especially if itâs two pretty things like you.â
Charles nods, immediately obeying, and lifts Arthur off his lap long enough to slide off the couch and onto his knees. Itâs easy for him to undo Arthurâs shorts and slide them off himâitâs a dance theyâve done a thousand times beforeâbut doing all this under Maxâs watchful eye is so much more embarrassing. âDon't worry, bĂŠbĂŠ,â he breathes, finally talking directly to Arthur now, âIâve got you, okay?â He pulls back Arthur's boxers, letting his flushed, leaking cock spring free, and wastes no time in getting his mouth on it, letting the head sit upon his tongue.
Arthur canât help but babble the moment Charles gets his cock in his mouth. âThank you, Charlie, thank you, fuck, youâre so good to me, so so good,â he whines, his hands flying to grab at Charlesâ hair. Charlesâ mouth feels downright heavenly around his cock and it takes all of Arthurâs self-control not to fuck into it like an animal in heat, chasing that delicious hot wet friction against his aching cock.
Max greedily takes in the sight, watches as Charles takes his baby brotherâs cock into his mouth. âThatâs perfect,â he murmurs, the praise soft as he finally makes eye contact with Arthur, talking right to him now. âTell him what a good job heâs doing. Isnât he such a perfect older brother? Look at me, Arthur.â Maxâs gaze is intense, so casually dominant. âTell me. Were you thinking about this as much as I was? Did you want me to watch your brother fuck you?â
Charles whimpers around Arthurâs cock as he hears Max and Arthur talking about him like heâs the toy now. With a cock in his mouth, all he can do is focus on making Arthur feel good, dragging his hot tongue up the length of it and teasing at the slit before dipping back down. Maxâs praise sends wave after wave of heat to his already throbbing cock and itâs infuriating.
God, Arthur doesnât think itâs ever been this difficult to look at Maxâbut to be fair, he hadnât ever had to talk to Max while his big brother was sucking him off. âFuckâyes, yes, I was, Max. Couldnât stop thinking about it since you found us. Want you to watch him fuck meâah, please. See me all spread out on my big brotherâs cock.â The words feel filthy as they tumble from Arthurâs mouth, but like this, with his orgasm rapidly approaching, he canât bring himself to care. His voice pitches up as he obeys Max and whines to Charles, âFeels so good, Charlie, fuck, canât get enough of your mouth. So good to me, so good, please make me come, ahâlove you so much . . .â
Max stares at him, silent for a few long moments. âGood,â he says, grinning, then nods to how Arthurâs thighs tremble with the beginnings of an orgasm. âStop, Charles.â The command comes out soft yet firm, easily dominant just like the rest of him. âWe canât have him coming yet. That wouldnât be very much fun.â
Charles pulls off Arthurâs cock with a wet pop, his lips and chin soaked with spit. He looks at Arthur regretfully, a wordless Iâm sorry, and murmurs, âI love you too,â his voice raspy from the cock that was just down his throat.
Max emits a sigh again, getting up off the couch and rising to his full height. He casually approaches where Charles is still on his knees and runs his fingers gently through his hair. âLetâs go somewhere a little more comfortable,â he urges.
Arthur lets his hands slip from Charlesâ hair, crestfallen at being denied the sweet relief of an orgasm, but some part of him understands, knows that when heâs finally allowed to come tonight, itâll be a lot better than just having his brotherâs mouth on him. God, Max is so nonchalantly dominant that it makes Arthurâs stomach twist, his spit-slick cock twitching in the cool air. His command has Arthur immediately scrambling to obey, tucking his cock back into his shorts before following Charles and Max into the bedroom.
Charles reaches to wrap an arm around Arthurâs waist as they head to the bedroom, fitting himself against his baby brotherâs side. He feels so small, so humiliated in Maxâs presence that it drives him up the wall. Once in the bedroom, Charles climbs right up onto the bed, kneeling on the plush mattress and waiting for Maxâs orders. It's striking how quickly Charlesâ demeanour can change; one day he could be ordering Arthur around just like this, but whenever Max is around, Charlesâ muscles go weak and heâs made to obey like some sort of pet.
âThatâs right, you can get up there,â Max encourages, watching as the brothers climb up onto the bed. âCharles, take your brotherâs clothes off first. I think we both want to see how pretty he is without everything covering him.â
Charles bites his lip, obeying without question. He runs his hands up underneath Arthurâs shirt before sliding it easily over his head and tossing it to the side, then moving onto his shorts.
Even when all Charles has done is take his shirt off, Arthur feels so exposed under Maxâs watchful eye, almost wanting to wrap his arms around himself and cover up as if theyâve both walked in on him changing. The air feels thick and heavy with want as Arthur pants for more, lifting himself off the bed to help Charles undress him. Heâs so easy like this, preening under the attention despite his embarrassment; heâd like nothing more than for Charles and Max to have their way with him right here and now, and thankfully, he knows thatâs what heâll get.
Max hums in approval once Charles strips Arthur of his boxers, leaving him completely naked. He rakes his gaze over Arthurâs body, taking in every inch of it. Heâs lean and pretty, and his cock, while not big, is adorably flushed and hard and leaking against his stomach, still slick with spit and pre-come. âHeâs so pretty, Charles. Look at him. Tell him how pretty he is.â
Charles swallows thickly, gaze darting between Max and Arthur before Max tells him to look at his baby brother. He runs his hands up Arthurâs sides, leaning in to kiss him briefly. âYouâre so beautiful, petit,â he breathes, the praise coming easy to him. âYouâre my everything. I love you so much.â
Arthur has to take a deep breath, stomach turning under both Charlesâ and Maxâs eyes, but he certainly canât deny that Charlesâ words soothe him. He smiles, pretty and soft as the sunâs rays, and murmurs back, âI love you more, Charlie. Youâre the best big brother I could ask for,â before he purses his lips and meets Charlesâ mouth in a kiss. The intimacy of the moment is striking, even with Max watching on as if heâs been given the greatest gift of his life.
âArenât you two sweet,â Max hums, smiling as he perches himself on the other end of the bed, perhaps a little too close for comfort. âThe world would be shocked if they found out the Leclerc brothers are in a very serious relationship. Arthur, take Charlesâ clothes off now, will you? We canât have him feeling left out.â
Charles eagerly helps Arthur along, slipping his clothes off even as Max watches on. His words, although taunting, go straight to Charlesâ cock. What would the world think? People would talk, surely, say theyâre disgusting and immoral. Their careers would be finished the second their teams found out. And what of it? Charles doesnât think heâd let Arthur goânot even then.
Arthurâs never been so grateful for his big brotherâs help because fuck, his hands shake with the prospect of the world finding out the truth. Max is right and Charles knows it scares Arthur more than anything. He can picture the press outside their apartment building, knocking at their windows, microphones and cameras in their faces the moment they dare to step outside, tabloids upon tabloids with their faces on the cover. Arthur has to silently thank Max for being just as depraved as they are because if not, both of their careers would be over faster than he could blink.
âHey,â Max says, shifting closer on the bed and sliding his hand up over Arthurâs bare back, touching him for the very first time. âI can practically hear you worrying. I wonât tell anyone. Just means I get to see this all for myself, and I quite like that.â His hand on Arthur's back slips lower, down his spine, then around his hip to his front before Maxâs warm fingertips graze the sensitive skin of his cock. âSo hard, arenât you? Missing your brotherâs mouth on you?â He laughs, dragging his thumb roughly over the tip of Arthurâs cock before lifting off. âMaybe you should ask him to fuck you instead.â
âFuck,â Arthur breathes, feeling himself relax into Maxâs touch. Not only does Max know exactly what to say to get him riled up to near-tears, but he also knows how to pull Arthur right out of his own head, telling him gently to focus on the moment. His thumb against the wet tip of Arthurâs cock hurts in the best way, making Arthur cry out, his desperation back in full swing. âCharlie,â he begs, breathless as his hips twitch into Maxâs touch, âplease. Need you inside me so badâhavenât I been good? Please. Iâve been good for you both, please.â
Charles, now fully naked under Maxâs gaze too, nods and leans in for a few kisses. They kiss a few times, slowly, just tasting each other, and Charles thinks he can feel Max hungrily looking on. He swears Max would eat them if he could. âYouâll look so pretty, bĂŠbĂŠ,â he whispers, thumb stroking across Arthurâs flushed cheek.
âLetâs get him on his hands and knees, Charles,â Max orders, and passes him a bottle of lube. Charles hadnât even noticed Max bring that in. âFinger him open for me, show me heâs able to take your cock. Or my cock.â His teeth catch on his bottom lip. Max knows damn well theyâve both been thinking about his cock, and right now heâs rock fucking hard.
âYou heard him, petit,â Charles murmurs, leaning in to steal one last kiss. âOn your hands and knees.â
Arthur shakes with excitement as he hauls himself up to assume his position, spreading himself out on his hands and knees. He splays his thighs just the tiniest bit apart, arching his spine to show off the pert and pretty curve of his ass and tries not to show just how much he has been thinking about Maxâs cock, how heâs been dreaming about taking it like the good little whore he is.
Charles squeezes some lube out onto his fingers and teases one finger between Arthurâs cheeks, slipping the tip of his index finger just inside his hole. Heâs tight and warm like always, maybe more relaxed than usual since theyâd fucked this morning, but Charles will never stop loving it. Itâs easy for him to add a second finger, spreading Arthur apart and delighting in the pretty noises his baby brother makes when he does.
âCharles,â Max says, shifting closer on his knees, âare you getting stage fright? Thatâs a pathetic excuse for fingering your little brother open. Here.â One of Maxâs big warm hands settles on the small of Arthurâs back and the other wraps around Charlesâ wrist, guiding him to fuck into Arthur deeper with his fingers, twisting his wrist as he goes. âNow curl them,â he whispers, and Charles obeys, taking the initiative to add a third finger too, Arthur taking it all.
Goosebumps erupt all over Arthurâs skin once Maxâs hand lays warm over his back. He draws in a sharp gasp as Charlesâ fingers nudge into his prostate, the sudden onslaught of pleasure setting his nerves on fire and sending his back into a delicious arch. âFuck, ahâright there,â he whines, cock aching with how badly he needs to be fucked. Arthur canât get enough of how Charles and Max treat him as if heâs just their toy, their little plaything to have fun with.
Max laughs softly, petting along Arthurâs back, following the curve of his spine. âYou take it so well,â he coos. âI canât wait to see your brother fuck you. Charles, that's enough. Get him on his back and fuck him, please. I think he might die if you donât." He lets his touch slip from Arthur's back and Charlesâ wrist, retreating back to his spot at the end of the bed.
Charles obliges, taking his fingers out and turning Arthur over to his back. His baby brother looks so pretty like this, soft blondish hair splayed across the white sheets, thighs spread to show off his leaking cock and slick little hole. Charles coats his cock with lube, wincing at how cold it is against his skin, and presses the head of it into Arthurâs hole, gasping at how fucking good it feels after being so hard and desperate for so long.
Arthur canât help but cry out in sheer relief when Charlesâ massive cockhead slips into him, forcing his silky walls apart in the best way. âPlease, Charlie, need all of it,â he begs, debauched, gazing up at Charles with his biggest, glassiest eyes. âI can have it, canât I? Havenât I been good?â He fists at the sheets, breath catching in his throat as Charles sinks further into his hole.
Charles listens, of courseâalways the doting big brotherâand pushes his cock steadily, inch by inch, into Arthurâs tight little hole. Heâs so slick and desperate and warm like this, begging pathetically for it, and who would Charles be to refuse, especially when Max has his eyes on them both? âOf course, mon petit,â he whispers shakily, bottoming out inside him and leaning down to kiss Arthur again. He canât get enough of kissing him when theyâre like this, connected as brothers in the most intimate way possible.
âYou two look so good together,â Max says, and for the first time tonight his voice shakes. Charles casts a surprised glance in his direction only to see Max brazenly palming himself through his jeans, hips twitching up to meet his hand, and his cock looks huge through the fabric. Charlesâ mouth waters at the thought of it. âThatâs right, Charles. Keep fucking him. You wouldnât leave your baby brother hanging, would you?â
Arthur feels so full that he thinks he might burst. No matter how many times he and Charles do this, he doesnât think heâll ever stop fearing that he might split apart one day from how big Charlesâ cock is inside him. âPlease,â he whines, nearly babbling now as his hole clenches around Charlesâ cock, âneed you to move, Charlie, please please fuck me. Iâve been good, please, Iâm your baby, I promise.â
Max smiles warmly, reaches over to ruffle Arthurâs hair where he's lying all spread out, being fucked open by his very own brother. âHeâs right, Charles,â he says, stroking Arthurâs hair, feeling it soft around his fingers. âHeâs been so good tonight, for both of us. I think itâs only fair that you give him his reward, yeah?â He shifts again, rounding to the other side of the bed to slip in behind Charles, getting his fingers around the base of Charlesâ cock and helping him press his way in. âThatâs it. Until Iâm touching him.â
Charles moans at the touch of Maxâs fingers to his cock, slim and supple yet strong at the same time, from a lifetime of racing cars. He tries to focus on pushing into Arthur to the hilt with each thrust, pressing into him until Maxâs fingers meet Arthurâs skin, but at the same time he feels Max mouthing at his neck and itâs all so much. âFuck,â he whines, his movements erratic, but he thinks Arthur is enjoying it all the same.
While Arthur is normally shy about being too loud, Max and Charles almost make him want to be. He moans with each push of Charlesâ cock into his hole, feeling Maxâs fingers against his skin every time. Arthur has to swallow around the drool that floods his mouth at just how insane this is. âYou fill me so well, Charles,â he breathes, mouth hanging open as he pants with it. He hopes his eyes, big and wide and wet, convey just how much more of this he wants.
âI bet your brother would do anything for you, Arthur,â Max goes on, fingers still wrapped around Charlesâ cock as he fucks into him. âHeâs so hard, I can feel it. He canât get enough of you. But why would he, when youâre always so pretty, laid out just for him to fuck?â Max laughs softly, his other hand on Charlesâ hip keeping his pace steady.
Charles thinks he wants to cry out of embarrassment. He can feel Maxâs clothed erection pressing up against his bare ass and itâs all so terribly distracting. Maxâs eyes are trained on where his cock disappears rhythmically into Arthurâs hole, filling him up like his life depends on it. âFuck, petit, you feel so good,â he moans, tilting his head back and whining when he feels Maxâs lips on his neck again.
Arthur doesnât think heâll ever be able to unhear the way Max calls him pretty, praises how easy he is for his big brother. He chokes back a cry, wishing he could melt into the mattress. âHeâs the best big brother, Max,â he pants, breath lodging in his throat at a particularly hard thrust. âHeâs so good to me. Spoils me so much.â His cock twitches against his stomach, the head drooling out another bead of pre-come at the praise that fills the air.
âHeâs so good to you,â Max agrees, speaking low and soft and downright alluring. âAnd you two look so pretty together. It feels wrong, doesnât it? Kissing your brother? Letting him fuck you? Or maybe youâre beyond that. I think youâre proud of it, Arthur.â Max canât seem to find where to stop, the words falling readily from his lips, but he thinks all his words ring true. âBut I donât think thatâs all. You were so excited when I showed up tonight, werenât you? Have you been thinking about me, too?â
Charles whines, each further word from Max going straight to his cock. He fucks desperately into Arthur, his hips stuttering as he tries his best to focus on a rhythm, but Max isâheâs fucking hot, and dominant, and knows just how to toy with them both, play with them like theyâre his puppets. Charles canât get him out of his head.
Arthur tilts his head back into the sheets, his cheeks flushing hot as the words spill out of him. âYes, Max,â he breathes, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, âcouldnât stop thinking about your cock. Ever since you found us Iâve wanted you to insult us, tell us how horrible we are.â Arthur pants desperately as Charles fucks him, scrabbling at the sheets for purchase. He canât get enough of how Max sees right through them, sees right through their façade of a normal brotherly relationship. Max knows the real them, and it makes Arthur want to come just thinking about it.
Max finally lets go of Charles, lets his cock slip from his fingers, but encourages Charles to keep fucking his brother nonetheless. He shifts to lift his tight white shirt over his head before moving onto his jeans, tossing those aside to only leave him in his boxers, his cock obscenely tenting them. âThatâs it, Charles, I can tell heâs close,â he murmurs, still eyeing them hungrily, but now he palms at himself through his boxers, the massive length of his cock quite visible through the thin fabric. âMake him come.â
Charles wouldnât ever dream of doing otherwise. As he fucks Arthur, he reaches between their bodies to get a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He can tell Arthurâs close by the way his thighs shake, his mouth dropping open in sheer pleasure. Charles wants nothing more than to watch his brother come all over his gorgeous slim stomach.
As Arthur nears his orgasm, he squirms, thighs trembling as Charles strokes roughly at his aching cock. âGonna come, Charlie,â he whines, mouth hanging open as he arches his back in pleasure. âPlease make me come, please, please.â
Charles pants, his pace relentless, and he snaps his head up to look at Max for permission despite him making the order just a moment ago.
âYes, Charles,â Max says softly, his own breath coming a little heavier now as he palms himself through his boxers. âMake him come. Heâll make such a pretty mess, wonât he?â
Thatâs all Charles needs to finish the job. He watches in awe, wide-eyed, as Arthur shoots out all across his pale stomach, moaning and crying as he goes. Charles thinks itâs the hottest thing heâs ever seen. Heâs close himself; he thinks he can only hold on for a few more deep strokes into Arthurâs tight hole before he fills his baby brother up like heâs been begging for all night.
Arthur flushes once he comes all over himself, making a big mess of his pretty, unblemished skin. He wants to cry at how good this is, how much it is; Charles doesnât let up with how hard heâs fucking into him and Arthurâs thighs twitch with overstimulation. âCome in me, Charles, pleaseâknock me up. Iâve been good, Iâve been good.â He utters his plea aloud before heâs able to censor himselfâshould he really say something like that with Max right there? Arthurâs teeth worry at his bottom lip, eyes glazing over as Charles uses him.
Maxâs breath hitches and Arthurâs slutty pleas are all he needs to slide his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking his cock into his hand for real this time. âFuck,â he mutters out loud, jerking himself off properly, âyou wanna be bred, Arthur? You want your brother to fuck a baby into you? Fuck.â He has to take a deep breath, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight in front of him. âYou can come, Charles. Knock your little brother up.â
When Charles gets Maxâs permission, he comes right there on the spot with a choked cry, filling his brotherâs tight little hole with it. The orgasm is so strong it sets his nerves on fire, pleasure washing through his body as his hips stutter through it. Itâs too fucking good, the mix of bliss and humiliation, and Charles wonders why they hadnât done this sooner.
âFuck,â Arthur curses under his breath once Charles slows to a stop. Maxâs words make his spent cock twitch up to attention once again against his messy stomachâitâs really like heâs nothing but Charlesâ and Maxâs toy for them to play with, to fuck into and come in. Arthur loves it. âFeel so full, Charlie. Feel so round with your babies.â
âGod, you look round with it, too,â Max says, taking his hand out of his boxers and instead reaching to slide it across Arthurâs tummy, covered in his own slick, and he settles it over the slight bulge in his lower stomach. âArthur, do you think your big brother knows how to share? I want to see if youâd look as pretty taking my cock as you did taking his. What do you think?â
Charles, still buried to the hilt inside Arthur, gasps softly at Maxâs words. Max wants to fuck Arthur, right in front of him? He tries not to think about how fucking hot that idea is, seeing Arthur squirming and moaning as heâs split open on Maxâs massive cock. âI know how to share,â he says, and it comes out so pathetically whiny. âIâm really good at it, Max. I promise.â
Arthur nods, frantic, his hole clenching around Charlesâ cock as he imagines taking Maxâs huge length inside him. Heâs even bigger than Charles and that drives Arthur wild to think about. âHe knows how to share, Max, I promise,â Arthur whines. He fears he might die if Max doesnât fuck him open right in front of his big brother. âPlease, Max, I need to take your cock too. I can do it.â
Max laughs softly, patting Arthurâs stomach before bringing his come-covered hand up to Arthurâs mouth. Immediately, Arthurâs tongue darts out to clean up his mess, his skilled tongue dipping and teasing between Maxâs fingers. âThatâs what I thought,â Max says, smiling. âCharles, pull out of him. I want to see how well you filled him up.â
Charles immediately obeys, slowly pulling out of Arthurâs fucked-out hole with a wince. Immediately, he can see the creampie leaking out of him, and while normally heâd chase it with his tongue, heâd much rather see Max fuck right back into him around that fresh slick. âIâll watch, please,â he begs, already taking hold of his slick cock. âWanna see him take it, Max.â
âYou two are so perfect,â Max praises, soft and reverent as he slides his boxers off to expose his huge cock for the very first time. It takes a few long moments for him to cover it in lube, but soon enough heâs fitting his enormous cockhead against Arthurâs slick rim.
Arthur shudders as he feels Maxâs cockhead press against his wet hole. Fuck, he knew Max was big, but for a moment Arthur panics, worrying that he might not be able to take Max after all. âFuck, Charlie, heâs so big,â he breathes in a mixture of fear and excitement. âExactly what I wanted. I was right, wasnât I? Oh my God.â
âBet youâve been thinking about this ever since I found you two at that dinner,â Max taunts as he slowly pushes his cock into Arthur, using Charlesâ creampie as extra slick to help him along, Arthurâs hole fluttering around him as he tries to adjust. âYouâve been getting off to the thought of me telling you two how disgusting you are, what whores you are. Am I right?â Max quite enjoys having all his attention on Arthur. He playfully rubs his thumb across Arthurâs nipple, delighting in how it eagerly perks up under his touch.
While Charles wants to be jealous at how Max touches his little brother, he canât look away from how Maxâs huge cock disappears inside Arthurâs needy little hole. Arthurâs taking him so well and it gets Charles so impossibly hot. âFuck, petit, isnât he big?â he breathes, wetting his lips. âYou take him so well. Look at you.â
Arthur thinks he might choke on Maxâs cock despite Max fucking his hole rather than his mouth. Itâs so fucking big, much bigger than Charles, and Arthur thinks Max might genuinely kill him with his size. He tries his best to relax, let Maxâs cock part the slick walls of his hole, but God, Arthur hasnât taken anything this big before. âMax, yes, yesâyouâre right, youâre so right. Canât stop thinking about you watching us, insulting us.â He has to force the words outâhe can practically feel Maxâs cock in his throatâbut when Max rewards him with a gentle push of his hips he thinks itâs all worth it.
Max smiles, thumb still grazing Arthurâs nipple as he pushes steadily into him, bottoming out within moments. Arthur is so tight and slick and delicious around him, clenching down with every shift of Maxâs cock. âThere, you took it so well,â he praises, taking in every inch of Arthurâs beautiful needy face, lips parted on a whine. âI think maybe we need to put your pretty mouth to work now, donât you? Charles, come here. I want your brother to get his mouth around you while I fuck him.â
Charlesâ stomach twists at the thought of him and Max using both of Arthurâs holes at the same time. Itâs so wrong, he thinks, but his body takes over for his brain and heâs shifting on the bed to feed the first inch of his cock into Arthurâs awaiting mouth.
Tears prick at the corners of Arthurâs eyes as Charles forces his cock into his mouth, all hot and wet and perfect. Max thrusts into him at just the same time and it makes Arthur cry out around Charlesâ cock, strangled and muffled around Charlesâ huge length. He shuts up and takes it regardless, his cock twitching against his stomach at being used like this, drooling pre-come out over his skin. Itâs easy for him to put his mouth to work, eyes slipping shut as he traces up Charlesâ cock with his tongue.
âOh,â Max breathes, panting as he slowly pulls back before pushing back into Arthurâs tight hole, âlook at that. Heâs got a greedy little mouth on him, doesnât he, Charles?â He takes Arthurâs thighs into his hands, squeezing tight, fingertips sure to leave bruises there by tomorrow morning, and fucks into him around the creampie Charles had left, the sound of it obscene in the otherwise quiet room. âHe's born to take it, I think. Meant to always have two cocks filling his holes, huh?â
Charles nearly goes dizzy at Maxâs words, and pleasure immediately shoots up his spine at how good Arthurâs mouth feels around his sensitive cock. Heâs eager to fuck deeper into Arthurâs mouth, pushing in until heâs choking with it. âYes,â he gasps out in response to Max, breathless from everything that's happening. âHe is. He loves us filling him like this, Max.â Charles tilts his head back, panting with the pleasure. Itâs all so much.
Arthurâs thighs tremble in Maxâs hands, shaking with how good they both fuck him. He was born for this, he thinks. Born to be caught between Charles and Max, born to take cock in both of his slutty holes, born not to be just Charlesâ little brother but also to be his fucktoy. He moans around Charlesâ cock, back arching as Max fucks right up into his prostate, and hopes to whatever God is out there that this wonât be the last time he finds himself in the middle of Charles and Max.
âI bet he wonât last long at all,â Max goes on, a taunting lilt to his voice as he laughs and fucks into Arthur harder. âHeâs a little whore, isnât he, Charles? Taking us both so well. Look at his cute little cock.â He smiles and focuses his attention on Arthurâs cock, hard and leaking, as it bounces against his stomach with each thrust. Maxâs cock is so big, pushing deep into Arthur and once again seeking out the spot thatâll surely push him over the edge.
Charles gasps with pleasure, whining out loud as his little brother's tongue laves all over his cock. Itâs so good, he thinks, just like under the table at that dinner, the dinner where Max found out about them. âHe is,â he manages to whimper in response, thighs shaking as he thrusts gently in and out of Arthurâs mouth. âAlways begs for me so pretty, Max. I canât help but be a good older brother and give him what he wants.â
By the shaking of his thighs and the tears running down his cheeks, Max can tell Arthur is close, and honestly, he is too after watching the gorgeous show the two brothers put on for him tonight. He gets one hand around Arthurâs wet little cock and strokes it as he fucks him, being sure to nudge up into his prostate with each thrust. âAre you close, baby?â he asks, although he certainly isn't expecting an answer with how full of cock Arthurâs mouth is. âCome for us. Come for me and your big brother, show us what a mess you can make.â
Charlesâ gentle thrusts into Arthurâs mouth become more erratic as he nears his own orgasm. Arthur looks so pretty with tears in his eyes and drool running down his chin as he takes everything thatâs given to him. The sight alone shoves Charles towards the edge, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels his orgasm approach him like a massive wave.
Arthur certainly doesnât need Max to tell him again. With a few more strokes against his cock and the relentless push of Maxâs cock into his ruined hole, Arthur cries out against Charlesâ cock and comes onto Maxâs fist. Heâs always the first to comeâso easy to pleaseâand it makes him feel like a fucking slut, nothing but a pathetic toy for Charles and Max to use. Heâs obsessed with the idea of Max coming inside him too, his come mixing with his big brotherâs and stuffing him full. Arthur drools around Charlesâ cock, trying his best to swallow around it as Charles thrusts into his mouth.
The vibrations of his baby brotherâs whine against his cock is all it takes for Charles to tip over the edge, coming hard right down Arthurâs throat. His incessant thrusting into Arthurâs mouth doesn't slow, howeverâhe desperately rides out his orgasm even when he hears Maxâs amused chuckle from behind him. âFuck,â he whines, choking out an overstimulated sob. Itâs so good, but also so much. The knowledge of Max watching all this is nearly too much for him.
Max is pretty damn close himself. He swears softly under his breath and with a few more deep strokes into Arthurâs tight hole, he comes too, filling Arthur right up with it. As he fucks it into him, the sounds are obscene from his come mixing with Charlesâ inside him. Itâs the hottest thing Max has ever seen, and ever heard. He thanks his lucky stars that he was able to piece together the two brothersâ true relationship himself.
Arthur canât stop whimpering and whining underneath the both of them, feeling so pathetically fucked-out and full. Maxâs come mixing with Charlesâ inside him feels better than Arthur ever thought it would and he selfishly wishes he could keep it forever, always feel stuffed with their babies.
Charles slowly takes his cock out of Arthurâs mouth once heâd swallowed all his come, leaving his lips spit-soaked and flushed such a pretty red. He runs his fingers slowly through Arthurâs hair, suddenly overcome by affection for his sweet little brother, always behaving so well for him. âI told you he could take it, Max,â Charles says, but doesnât take his eyes away from Arthurâs face; he looks down at Arthur fondly, shifting around on the bed so he can lean down and kiss his brother properly.
âOh, I didnât doubt it for a second,â Max says, sounding exceedingly pleased. He pulls out of Arthurâs tight little hole and rejoices in the sight of his and Charlesâ come leaking out of him, making even more of a mess of the sheets. âHe was so good for us, wasnât he? Thatâs it, Charles. I love when you treat him all sweet.â If Max wasnât already thoroughly exhausted, his cock would have surely been hardening up again simply at the sight of the two brothers kissing. Itâs sick and perverted in just the right way that keeps drawing Max in.
A soft sigh falls from Arthurâs lips as he melts into his big brotherâs touch, mouth feeling used and fucked-out as he purses his lips for a kiss. Heâll never get enough of the way Charles looks at him, as if heâs his everything. Heâs weak for Charles like thisâweak for his fingers in his hair, weak for the way he calls him petit and bĂŠbĂŠ, weak for the way they love despite being brothers. Arthur doesnât think he wants to be anything else.
Max watches them hungrily, and while for a moment he thought he was exhausted after such a great fuck, his cock twitches back to attention against his stomach. He moves aside, casually leaning back against the pillows on the bed, and wraps one hand around his stiffening cock. Not moving, yet, but waiting. âCharles, you'll help your little brother clean up, won't you?â he asks, his voice soft and honey-sweet.
Charles nods, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to gaze over Arthurâs pretty face once more. He looks ruinedâtear tracks drying on his face, lips slick with spit and come, hair beautifully messyâand Charles has never seen anything more gorgeous. âOf course,â he responds, and moves to get up, but thatâs when he notices Max sitting at the head of the bed. Heâs watching them. With a hand around himself. He gets off on this. Charlesâ stomach twists, but he makes his way to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth anyway. If Max wants a show, he and Arthur will put one on for him.
As Charles heads to the bathroom, he can practically feel Maxâs gaze burning a hole into his back. He returns with a damp washcloth and tries not to think about how Max is watching them, touching himself to the sight of him being sweet and taking care of his little brother. âYou were so good for us, petit,â he praises softly, running the cloth over Arthurâs skin and mopping up all the sticky come that had landed on his stomach and thighs. âYou're so pretty. I love you.â
Maxâs cock twitches again in his hand as he greedily watches the show. The two brothers saying I love you to each other is dirty in the best way and it makes Max start to move, lazily stroking the massive length of his cock as he watches. âArenât you sweet?â he practically purrs, grinning as Charles leans down to kiss Arthur once again. âArthur, isnât your big brother just so good to you?â
Arthur smiles up at Charles, soft and vulnerable, as Charles cleans him up, running the cloth over his messy skin. He can spot Max out of the corner of his eye, lazily stroking his cock to the affection he receives from his brother, and it nearly makes Arthur dizzy to think about. âI love you too, Charlie,â he whispers, and his gaze is so horribly lovesick as he does. He turns his head to Max, a smile crossing his face. âOf course, Max, heâs so sweet to me,â he says. âAlways takes care of me like this. Heâs the perfect big brother.â
Max hums approvingly, still keeping that same slow, lazy pace on his cock. Heâs simply enjoying himself, now, and heâs glad that Charles and Arthur seem to be as well. âI bet itâs been that way since you two were kids, huh?â he asks, his gaze flitting down to Arthurâs fucked-out hole. âOh, Charles, you missed a spot. Clean him up properly like the good big brother you are.â
Charles glances over at Max in surprise, unsure of what he means, but it suddenly clicks in his head and his cheeks flush an embarrassing shade of pink. He nods, eager to please Max and hear more of his praise, and shuffles down on the bed so he can lap up the mixture of his and Maxâs come right from his baby brotherâs pretty little hole. Heâs tentative at first, the knowledge of Max watching him making him blush, but the taste of all three of them together spurs Charles on.
Arthur whimpers weakly once he feels Charlesâ tongue at his hole, warm and wet and soft as he licks up the mess. He resists the urge to bring his thighs together around Charlesâ head, flushing a pretty pink with embarrassment at just how dirty this feels. âCharlie,â he canât help but whine, reaching down to grab at Charlesâ hair. Everything feels so warm and with Max watching, Arthur thinks he might die at how good it is.
Max pants softly, his hand quickening on his cock. God, he always swears this canât get any hotter and then it does. The Leclerc brothers are obviously very receptive to his orders and Max loves it. âYou have such a pretty mouth on you, Arthur,â Max says, voice hushed and somewhat strained as he strokes himself, using his own pre-come as slick. âTell Charles how much you love it, how good it feels, yeah?â
Charles hums against Arthurâs skin, greedily lapping up everything his tongue can reach before pushing it into Arthurâs tight little hole as far as itâll go, eating him out like his life depends on it. He loves how his baby brother whines for him, all the little sounds he makes; Charles thinks heâd do anything to hear more of them. He wants to say something, tell Arthur how good he is, that he loves him, but for now Charles sticks to cleaning him up, face feeling hot under Maxâs watchful eye.
Arthur moans as Charles eats him out, his tongue pushing into his fucked-out hole, nearly fucking him with it. Feeling both Charlesâ tongue and the come inside him drives him insane. âFuck, your tongue feels so good,â he whines, letting himself squeeze at the sides of Charlesâ head with his thighs. âSo good to me, love it so much . . .â
Max groans out loud, beyond happy with the show heâs having presented to him. âThatâs it,â he praises, his voice strained as he roughly strokes himself. He doesnât exactly want to come again, but he isnât sure whenâor ifâheâs ever going to see this sight again, and so he wants to make the most of it. âKiss him, Charles. I want him to taste all three of us.â
Charles moans against Arthurâs skin at the idea of it. Itâs so fucking dirty and he knows it, but how can he resist? Arthurâs been so good for him, and Max . . . well, Charles canât exactly resist Maxâs orders. He finishes the job with one last swipe of his hot tongue across Arthurâs hole before shifting up on the bed to kiss him, tongue eagerly pressing against his baby brotherâs and sharing the taste of them all. He loves it.
The sight of Charles leaning down to kiss Arthur, slick and drooly, their mouths sliding together like theyâre meant to, suddenly gets Max hot and desperate to come. He grunts, his hand quickening on his cock before he comes without warning, his cockhead drooling ropes of it over his own fist. He pants with the harshness of his second orgasm, all quick and dirty, and breathes, âFuck. You two look so good like that.â
Immediately, Charles and Arthur break apart, and theyâre both on Max in an instant, almost fighting each other to clean up his mess. Their mouths look nearly identical as they trail their lips and tongues over Maxâs spent cock, his lower stomach, and his fingers, greedily licking up everything they can reach.
âYou two might kill me one day,â Max sighs once the two brothers pull away, tongues darting out to lick their lips. They both look so pretty like this, all wrecked and flushed and happy. While Max catches his breath, a smile canât help but work its way onto his face; despite his overstimulation and exhaustion, heâll never get enough of this sight, seeing these two gorgeous brothers in a way no one else gets to see them. âCharles, is your shower big enough for three?â
Charles perks up, giggles, and nods. âThereâs lots of space.â
million dollar baby
Leclercest | Explicit | 5.1k | Read on AO3
Charles and Arthur Leclerc have made countless pacts over the years, like most brothers do. From simple truces during games of tag with other children in the neighbourhood, bonded by a simple handshake, to more meaningful ones, namely an agreement never to keep secrets from one anotherâthey pinky-promised for that oneâtheir lives have been full of easy arrangements to stick by each other's side at all costs. But one pact undoubtedly sticks out from the rest. Or: Charles refuses to fuck Arthur until his eighteenth birthday. At midnight, Arthur comes looking for his gift.
Charles and Arthur Leclerc have made countless pacts over the years, like most brothers do. From simple truces during games of tag with other children in the neighbourhood, bonded by a simple handshake, to more meaningful ones, namely an agreement never to keep secrets from one anotherâthey pinky-promised for that oneâtheir lives have been full of easy arrangements to stick by each other's side at all costs.
But one pact undoubtedly sticks out from the rest.
On the night before Arthurâs eighteenth birthday, Charles goes to bed early, right after his mother does. He puts on his bedclothes and slides under the sheets and stares at the clock on his phone, his mind racing. He hasnât forgotten what Arthur wants for his gift. Time seems to creep by increasingly slowly as the clock approaches midnight, as if the very world knows the extent of the sin Charles knows heâll commit.
When the clock strikes midnight, Charlesâ phone buzzes in his hands. Right. The alarm. Not that he would have forgotten anyway. He shuts off the lights, sets his phone onto the nightstand, and pulls the sheets around himself, feigning sleep despite the impatience bubbling up inside him. Heâs sprawled in bed, half of his face pressed into the plush pillow, and he knows all too well whatâs coming when he hears the door open and close, followed by Arthurâs soft breathing from across the room. Then Arthurâs gently shaking him, and his mouth is by his ear, whispering, âItâs my birthday, Charlie, donât tell me you forgot . . .â
Charles pretends not to hear, but he smiles, thankful that he's facing away from Arthur. He feels Arthur climb on top of himâhis brother has packed on some considerable muscle as of late, all lean and firm where heâs pressed against himâand he doesnât miss the way Arthur ruts against his thigh, panting hot and wet against the shell of Charlesâ ear. âYou promised,â Arthur whispers, and a whine is wrenched from his throatâsoft and choked. Charles itches to touch him. He did promise, after all, and heâs been waiting just as long as Arthur has.
âIâm eighteen now, Charles, please,â Arthur goes on, letting a half-whine, half-sob fall from his mouth. Even in the darkness, he swears he sees a hint of a smile on his big brotherâs faceâheâs fucking teasing him. On purpose. âHavenât I been good?â
At the end of the day, Charles is no better than his darkest, most primal urges; when Arthur whines for it, he can't hold back anymore. He shifts to roll onto his back, lifting Arthur off his thigh just long enough to do so, and lets Arthur straddle his lap over the sheets. There are still way too many layers of fabric between them, he thinks, and they both know it. Arthurâs face is barely visible, but if Charles turned on the lights heâd probably see Arthur flushed the prettiest shade of pink, just how he likes it.
Charles canât put into words how long heâs been thinking about this. Arthurâs pushed his luck in the past, sureâtheyâve shared beds on family vacations before, and Charles has woken up to Arthur inadvertently grinding up against the backs of his thighsâbut this, his unabashed neediness, is like nothing Charles has seen before, and he thinks he might go crazy. Never had he expected his baby brother to be such a whore.
âYou've been so good, petit,â Charles says, his voice hushed. He sits up in bed, hands settling on Arthurâs hips, and kisses him, long and languid. Arthur's lips immediately part, eager and wanting, and Charles wastes no time in delving his tongue into Arthurâs mouth, tasting him properly. When he pulls away, their lips are spit-soaked and reddened. âDo you have a specific gift in mind, or will you let me decide?â
âOh,â Arthur breathes, his head already swimming from the kiss. Charles had kissed him so reverently, holds him like he's something precious, like he's made of gold. And Charlesâ praise sets fire to Arthur's nerves, makes him want to kneel at Charlesâ feet and beg for more of it until he loses his voice. Worst of all, it makes him extremely, irrevocably hard; even in the darkness, when he looks down towards where his thighs are parted across Charlesâ lap, he sees the rather obscene tent in his thin pajama bottoms.
He has a choice, he realises. Charles owes him a gift. Arthurâs breath hitches at the thought of it, asking Charles to help him act out one of the fantasies heâs held for so many years, ever since Arthur learned how to get his hand around himself and make himself come. Should he push back the sheets and take Charlesâ cock out like this, ride him until he canât walk? Should he bend over the side of the bed, let Charles fuck him from behind? Or should he lay himself out on his back so Charles can look at him while heâs being fucked?
The latter sounds nice.
âLike this, please,â Arthur whispers, scrambling to lay out on his back, dirty blond hair splaying delightfully across the crisp white sheets. Charles is on him in an instant. âWant you inside me.â
Charles kneels between Arthurâs parted thighs, gazing down at his baby brotherâs needy face in the darkness. âIâll fuck you, petit, but you have to promise to be quiet. We donât want Maman to hear, do we?â He brushes a stray strand of hair from Arthurâs face and leans down to kiss him again, slow and soft. Arthur whines quietly into it, impatience rising up within him.
âI can be quiet,â Arthur promises once Charles pulls away, smiling. âNo one will know. Itâs our secret.â
Satisfied, Charles runs his hands up underneath Arthurâs sleep shirt for a moment before shifting to tug it over his head. Arthur eagerly helps him along, tossing his shirt to the side before making quick work of his pajama bottoms. He hadnât worn any underwear tonightâand that decision was made entirely on purpose. âNot even underwear,â Charles observes, clicking his tongue. It makes Arthur flush with embarrassment, his twitching, needy cock now exposed to the open air. He really is a whore.
âIâm sorry,â Arthur immediately apologises, flushing hot with embarrassment, his heart thrashing in his chest. âIâve just been thinking about this for so long, andââ
âThinking about what?â Charles presses, wrapping one hand around Arthurâs cock and stroking him dry. He thumbs across the tip, smearing pre-come, and for a moment he brings his hand up to Arthurâs mouth to press the pad of his thumb onto his tongue. âBeing fucked by your big brother? Hmm? You know normal people donât think about that, right?â
âYes,â Arthur says desperately, his words muffled by Charlesâ thumb in his mouth. He dutifully licks off his own mess, tasting the salty tang of himself on his tongue. âI know, Iâm sorry, but Iâfuck, Charlie, please, I needââ
Charles withdraws his thumb and presses it instead to Arthurâs plush pink lips, shushing him gently. Instead, he reaches over to his nightstand where heâd carefully stashed a bottle of lube, knowing just what was to happen tonight. Heâs been prepared for weeks.
Charles soaks three of his fingers in lube, then teases his index between Arthurâs cheeks, the tip just easing into his hole. Heâs tight and hot like this, the silky walls parting as Arthur tries to relax. âYou need this so bad, donât you?â Charles whispers, leaning down to suck a mark into the tender underside of Arthurâs jaw. Itâll make an ugly bruise in the morningâperfect for Arthurâs eighteenth birthday photos. âNeed me to fuck you like itâs your first time?â
Arthur sucks in a sharp breath. He feels his brother everywhereâlips on his neck, body pressed against his, finger pressing in to stretch out his hole. Itâs so much, and so perfect. âIt is my first time,â he admits, voice a soft whisper as Charles buries his first finger in him up to the knuckle. âSaved myself for you.â
The confession should make Charles stop, or at least hesitateâit would be the right thing to do. He does neither of those things. He instead brings a second finger up to press inside Arthur alongside the first, spreading apart to ease his tight little hole open. âYou said no to all your little girlfriends, just so you could have this?â he asks, as taunting as he can be in a whisper.
âYes,â Arthur breathes easily, reaching up to slide his fingers into Charlesâ hair. He feels like heâs being stretched open wide, and it takes everything in him not to whine loud when Charles adds a third finger. âDidnât want them. Want this. Want you.â Charlesâ fingers curl inside him, stroking along his walls until he nudges into a spot that has Arthur squirming, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as he pants for more.
âThatâs the spot, isnât it?â Charles teases. Heâll admit itâheâs so fucking hard in his own pajama bottoms now, canât stop thinking about sinking his cock into his baby brotherâs virgin hole and having his way with him. What better person to take your virginity than your own flesh and blood? âOh, that's my baby. You want me to fuck you now?â
Arthur wants to whine, wants to moan like the unabashed little whore he is, but he canât out of fear of being discovered. He has to bite his lip and hope his face gives away just how much he loves this. âOh, please, Charlie, please,â he begs, looking down to see just how hard he is, his cock flushed and leaking pre-come against his stomach. âFuck me, please. Wanna be your baby forever.â
God, Charles didnât think heâd ever hear such filthy fucking words from his own brother. Heâs so beautiful like this, all laid out and panting and desperate and illuminated by the moonlight streaming into Charlesâ childhood bedroom window. To think he could have Arthur like this forever, all dumb and easy and eager to please sends Charlesâ mind into a frenzy, his cock twitching once again in unfettered interest.
He pulls his fingers from Arthurâs needy hole, resolutely ignoring the whine his brother makes at being empty, and instead makes quick work of his own pajama pants. Charles tosses them to the side, along with his boxer briefs, and generously coats his cock in lube, hissing at the cold feeling against his sensitive skin. And finally, as if all his lifeâs events have culminated in this very moment, Charles shifts forward on his knees to fit his enormous cockhead against the tight furl of Arthurâs hole.
âFuck,â Arthur breathes, even though itâs not in yet. The mere hot pressure of his brotherâs cock against his hole is almost too much to bear. He stretches his arms out to the sides, grabbing at the sheets, before he brings his thighs together to close around Charlesâ hips, urging him closer. âPlease,â he begs, panting. âI need it.â
Charles tries to steel himself for what heâs about to do. Heâs about to take his baby brotherâs virginity, steal his innocence away from himânot that Charles thinks he had any in the first place with the way heâs talking. Arthur wants this, Charles tells himself; deep down heâs known it since Arthur was thirteen and looking at him like a piece of meat, but there was always more than that: thereâs the time they were play-fighting and Arthur ended up pinned to the ground with an obvious hard-on, the time he was mumbling Charlesâ name in his sleep, rocking against the sheets, and of course the time Charles woke up in the hotel to Arthur pressed against him, rutting up against the backs of his thighs. There have always been signs.
The thought makes him snap, slipping the head of his cock just inside Arthurâs tight little hole and causing them both to gasp in unison. No going back now. Arthur presses his heels to Charlesâ lower backâstill covered by his tattered sleep shirtâand forces him deeper, panting to make himself relax despite the pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. Itâs so much and not enough at the same time; soon Arthur lets go of the sheets to reach for Charles instead, sliding his fingers into his brotherâs hair like thatâs where theyâre meant to be. âKiss me while you fuck me,â he begs, and it dissolves into a whine as Charles presses deeper.
Charles relents, forever the dutiful big brother, leaning down to kiss Arthur while he sinks his cock, inch by inch, into his wanting hole. Arthur meets him open-mouthed and needy, panting into the kiss and moaning softly when Charlesâ tongue presses against his. He wonders how far he can push his luck, the sounds he can make before Charles does something about it.
Arthurâs left panting and so deliciously full when Charles finally bottoms out inside him. His cock is so big Arthur thinks heâs nearly being split open, but at the same time he doesnât think heâs felt anything better in his entire life. âMove,â he breathes, holding Charlesâ face between his hands and taking a good look at him, gaze raking greedily over how pretty Charles is, face washed grey in the moonlight.
Charles pants just as hard, bottom lip caught firmly between his teeth as he adjusts to the sweet tight heat of his little brother. Although heâs careful not to hurt Arthur, Charles simply canât hold back anymore; his hips move of their own accord, pulling back just a little before pushing easily back in, making Arthur gasp, one of his hands flying to grab at Charlesâ hair again. God, itâs too fucking goodâCharles canât help himself from chasing out more of the delicious vice grip around his cock, starting a slow yet steady rhythm and delighting in Arthurâs impossibly soft whines when he does. âYou like that?â he asks in a rushed whisper, even though he knows the answer.
âFuck, Charles,â Arthur says in that same breathy whisper, pressing his heels firmly into Charlesâ back to urge him along. âSo good. So big. I love it.â
The whole situation should make Charles sick to his stomach. Here he is, fucking his little brother, taking his virginity, treating him as if heâs just another dainty girl he met at a party. Arthurâs begging for it, telling him how much he loves it, and Charles should feel dirty for it all. But he doesnâtâhow could he, when Arthur feels so delightful around his cock, so slick and warm and tight, and heâs so easy and wanting, pretty lips parted on a silent moan? Charles leans down to bring their mouths together once more, and itâs just as messy as before, the kiss more open-mouthed panting than proper kissing. He still accepts a few of Arthurâs sounds into his mouth, still soft enough to avoid being heard by their mother down the hall.
Arthur twists away from the kiss, letting Charlesâ mouth drop to the crook of his neck. Charles obliges him, sucking a bruise into the soft skin of Arthurâs neck, and Arthur laughs a little, fingers still sliding through Charlesâ hair. âPlease, more,â he begs, shifting his hips in the direction of Charlesâ cockâitâs obvious heâs getting impatient. âI can take it, I promise.â
Charles doesnât wait to be told twice. He moves his hands to Arthurâs thighs and uses his hold on him to tilt his body up just enough to fuck into him at a better angle. Like this, Charlesâ cockhead nudges up into Arthurâs prostate, wonderfully perfect, and the sudden onslaught of pleasure makes Arthur cry out in surprise, much too loud for the silent house. Immediately, Charlesâ heart drops. âFuck,â he whispers, slowing his thrusts momentarily, âyou want Maman to hear?â He brings one hand to cover Arthurâs mouth, effectively silencing any further noises.
Arthur shakes his head, obedient from behind Charlesâ hand, and he canât help but smile against his palm when Charles fucks into him harder in return. Oh, itâs perfect. Charlesâ grip on his waist is surely firm enough to bruise, and the thought of waking up tomorrow, going to shower and looking in the mirror only to see his big brotherâs marks all over him drives Arthurâs mind wild. He wants to moanâhe wants to moan so badlyâso he does, and itâs muffled by Charlesâ hand as heâs fucked beyond his wildest dreams.
âFuck, you feel so good, petit,â Charles whispers, rushed between harsh breaths. To be quite frank, heâd be surprised if they got away with this all; the sounds are downright obscene in the dark room and Arthurâs own noises certainly leave very little up to the imagination, but Charles doesnât care. Heâs laser-focused on how gorgeous Arthur is underneath him, all laid out and pretty, his flushed little cock bouncing against his slim stomach with each thrust. Even under the dim moonlight, Charles can see the way heâs leaking, too, pre-come running down the length of his cock. Arthurâs not going to last much longer.
Arthur mewls at the praise, his head going fuzzy with it as Charles fucks him hard. Heâs been waiting for this, he realises, for yearsâthis moment makes all the frustrated nights getting himself off alone worth it. But with every push of Charlesâ cock into his hole, every nudge of the head up against his prostate, Arthur draws closer and closer to his orgasm. He wants to get a hand around himself, reach between their bodies to seek out that quick and dirty relief, but he knows better than that. He wants better than that. Heâll come untouched; heâll come right on his brotherâs cock.
He doesnât even have time to get a word out before heâs coming, the high crashing over him like a wave. Arthur comes all over his own stomach, his cockhead drooling ropes of it over his wonderfully golden skin, and moans against Charlesâ hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He doesnât think heâs come that hard in his life, even compared to the time he got himself off by grinding against the backs of Charlesâ thighs in the hotel bed. The guilt that time overpowered the pleasure, but here, when Charles is just as wanting as he is, Arthur lets himself indulge. He trembles as Charles fucks him through his orgasm, unrelenting and decisive.
When Arthur comes, Charles isnât too far behind. As he watches his little brother come undone underneath him, getting himself all messy, Charles pants at the delicious drag of his insides along his sensitive cock. He recalls how Arthurâs been looking at him for the past five years at leastâalways desperate and needyâand the thought of having him like this forever is all Charles needs to come hard, filling Arthurâs tight little hole with it. Ignoring the way Arthur squirms below him, sensitive from overstimulation, Charles fucks it into him with a few slow strokes before slowing to a stop and peeling his hand away from Arthurâs mouth.
âCharles,â Arthur breathes, grinning brighter than the sun itself despite the exhaustion taking root in his bones, âplease donât say thatâs all.â Heâs pushing his luck here and he knows it, but it is his eighteenth birthday and he thinks he deserves the crème de la crème.
Charles slowly pulls out of him, wincing at the pleasure-pain flashing through him in an instant, and his eyes widen slightly in surprise. âYou want more?â he asks, gesturing to Arthurâs cock, which rests soft against his stomach. âYou can go again?â
âIâll make it so I can go again,â Arthur insists, climbing up to push Charles into the bed now, switching their positions. He straddles Charlesâ lap, just like before, and marvels at the sight below him. Charles looks ethereal like this, with his hair all messy and cheeks flushed and skin damp with sweat. The thought of being fucked all over again makes Arthurâs cock twitch and start to perk up again with undisguised interest.
As heâs thinking, studying, Arthurâs struck with a brilliant idea.
He turns his head, gaze shifting over to the glass door in the room, covered with sheer curtains. âWhat about out there?â he teases, palms sliding up over Charlesâ chest, the pads of his fingers rubbing roughly across Charlesâ nipples.
Charles is just settling into absently running one finger through the mess of come on Arthurâs stomach when the suggestion sinks in. âThe balcony?â he clarifies, rather struck by Arthurâs boldness. âYou want me toââ
âFuck me on the balcony, yes, please,â Arthur finishes for him, dragging out the last word as if heâs just as much the same whiny child from years ago. Maybe he is, for Charles. âIâll lean against the railing. We can be as loud as we want. And itâs dark enough that no one will see us.â His eyes glint with mischief, the thrill of the idea going straight to his cock. âPlease? Itâs my gift, Charlie, you promised.â
Charles gathers some of the come on two of his fingers and holds them casually up to Arthurâs lips. Arthur takes them into his mouth without a second thought, eager to lick up his own mess, tongue dipping and teasing between Charlesâ fingers. âI guess it is your gift, petit,â Charles says, and he really thinks about it. Arthur makes a good argumentâitâs dark enough that no one would see them, and the prospect of hearing Arthurâs moans out loud makes Charlesâ cock twitch to attention, blood rushing south so fast it nearly makes Charlesâ head spin.
Arthur leans down to kiss Charles in earnest, sharing his come between them. He sighs when Charlesâ tongue swipes into his mouth, pressing against his like it was always meant to be there. Heâs delighted that Charles is even considering it; he wants nothing more right now than to be bent over in front of the whole of Monaco and fucked stupid by his older brother, the man heâs looked up to and practically worshipped for most of his life.
âOkay,â Charles whispers once Arthur parts from him to breathe, his lips red and puffy. âLetâs do it, you brat. I canât believe this.â He nudges at Arthurâs creamy bare thighs, and Arthur happily obeys, climbing down off the bed to head for the balcony door on shaking legs. He can hardly hold himself up as is, and he can feel Charlesâ come begin to run down the insides of his thighs, but heâs solely focused on the long-held fantasy thatâs about to unfold.
Charles follows, lube in hand, and together they quietly crack open the door to the balcony and creep outside. Arthurâs fully naked, and Charles only has his sleep shirt on, but the night air is pleasantly warm and there doesnât even seem to be a breeze. Perfect. He canât deny how fucking hard he is again already, simply at the idea of fucking Arthur in front of what has to be the whole city. If people saw, they would talk, and both Charlesâ and Arthurâs lives would be over. But if they stay hidden enough . . .
Arthur pretends to stretch, taking a deep breath of the warm night air, and leans forward against the railing, supporting himself on his forearms. He arches his back just slightly, pushes his pert little ass out in Charlesâ direction, and even sneaks a bold glance back towards where Charles stands. âPlease, oh please,â he begs, and Charles wilfully ignores the way his cock twitches at his brotherâs whines now that theyâre out loud. âI want the neighbours to hate us.â
The thought of the neighbours hearing them makes possessiveness flash through Charles in an instant and heâs moving before his brain can process it. He coats his cock in lube once moreâalready stiff and desperate despite having just comeâand he presses himself up against Arthurâs back, easing his cock between his cheeks. Itâs much easier, like this; Charles uses the creampie heâd fucked into Arthur as extra slick to help him along, and he has to bite down hard on his bottom lip when he slips the head of his cock right back into Arthurâs hole. Charles is so much more sensitive this time around and it makes his breath hitch as he sinks his cock into Arthur, bottoming out within moments. He could get used to this.
âFuck, so big, so big,â Arthur whines, panting as he shifts his hips to get comfortable. His legs already shake with the effort of holding himself up, but soon enough Charlesâ arms encircle his waist and suddenly itâs not so bad. âIâll never get used to it, God, itâs so good.â Heâs not sure how, but when Charles starts fucking into him again, from behind this time, it feels even more heavenly than before. Maybe itâs the freedom of being outside, feeling like all eyes are on him being fucked by his big brother, or maybe itâs simply because heâs come once already, but Arthur feels like he could come in an instant. Charlesâ cock is downright perfect; it nestles into Arthurâs tight little hole like it belongs there and fills him up so deliciously. If this is hell, Arthurâs not sure if heâs afraid to sin at all.
âImagine if people saw us,â Charles goads, pressing kisses into the crook of Arthurâs neck as he fucks him, the obscene slap of their skin together seeming to echo in the small alcove of their balcony. âWhat theyâd say. What theyâd think.â
Arthur moans at the idea, tilting his head to the side to allow Charles more room. Charlesâ cockhead just misses his prostate with each thrust and it makes Arthur groan in frustration, squirming for a better angle. âWorth it, so worth it,â he pants. âWanted this for so long, oh, please more, please please please.â His grip nearly falters on the railing when Charles finally fucks up into his prostate, sending a wave of delicious shivery pleasure up his spine. Like this, he wonât be able to last long at all.
Charlesâ hold tightens on Arthurâs waist as he fucks into him harder, chasing his own orgasm now. âI should make you suck me off in the paddock,â he goes on, his mind presenting the vision for him: Arthur on his knees right in his big brotherâs driverâs room, eyes all pleading and tongue stuck out as far as itâll goâperfect for Charles to come onto. âOr maybe right before one of your test drives. I want you to go out there and think about what you were doing before it.â
Arthur whimpers this time, tears of frustration springing into his eyes. He needs to come now. âIâll do whatever,â he insists, panting. Heâd scream it to the city if he had to. âIâm your baby, Charlie, oh please, Iâm so close . . .â
âMy pretty baby,â Charles murmurs against Arthurâs neck, sliding one hand from Arthurâs waist down to wrap around his cock. He jerks him off nearly dry, only using Arthurâs pre-come as slick, and it only takes a few quick strokes of his hand to make Arthur come hard, squirming in his grasp as his cock drools a few pathetic ropes of come over Charlesâ fist.
Arthur tilts his head back and it takes everything in him to stay standing while he comes, shaking in Charlesâ hold as he does. Charles continues to fuck into him incessantly and he whines long and high at the overstimulation, trying to shift away from it despite the tears of pleasure still pricking at the corners of his eyes. âOh, too much, too much,â he babbles, chest heaving as his body processes it all.
As much as Charles wants to finish inside Arthurâs tight hole for a second time, he recognises his baby brotherâs limits and decides to pull out. Just as Arthur begins to turn around, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, Charles strokes himself to completionâonce, twice, thrice and heâs coming all over Arthurâs bare back, his come stringing together the moles dotting along his brotherâs pretty pale skin. Fuck, itâs so much. It takes Charles a few long moments to recover from his high, his breath coming fast as he basks in the afterglow of fucking Arthur right here in the open.
Still shaky and exhausted himself, Arthur turns around and loops his arms around Charlesâ neck, tugging him closer and pursing his lips for a kiss. Charles obliges himâhow could he not?âand this time itâs softer and slower, their lips moving together as if theyâve both finally come home. âThank you,â Arthur whispers once pulling away, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âThat was the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for.â
âYeah?â Charles teases, absentmindedly running his index finger through one of the streaks of come on Arthurâs back. Heâs so fucking messy. âWell, your birthday isnât the only occasion worth celebrating.â
Arthurâs heart soars. Charles is open to doing this again? It hardly feels real. He grabs at Charlesâ wrist and licks off the come from his finger, letting the taste of his brother explode across his tongue. âI hope you know,â he says, letting Charlesâ spit-slick finger drop from his mouth, âthat I am going to go out and buy one of those calendars with a holiday for every day of the year. Weâll always have something worth celebrating.â
Charles pretends to groan, but the fond, exasperated smile that crosses his face is unmistakable. âYou are going to kill me,â he says as he wraps one arm around Arthurâs shoulders and guides him back towards the door of the balcony. âAnd we still have over twenty-two hours of your birthday to do whatever we want.â
Itâs dangerous, Arthur thinks, but dangerously good to have an arrangement like this. As he lets Charles bring him inside, lets him run a damp washcloth over his sticky skin, he canât help but feel grateful to have such a devoted older brother. Whether heâll exploit that fact in the future or not is very much out of his concern at the present moment, but Arthur knows full well that he canât stop nowânot even if he wanted to.
Formula 1 m/m 1x1 RP search
Hello, made a brand new blog just to post this search because I was nervous about it because of its content.
I'm 20+ and looking for other 20+ roleplay partners for, as the title says, Formula 1 RPF. However, I'm mostly specifically looking for the pair Charles Leclerc/Arthur Leclerc. I'm still interested in other pairs, and if you're interested in writing with me you can definitely suggest them to me, but that one is my current main interest.
I RP on discord, if you're interested send me a message here, or like this post and I'll contact you myself.

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Have you read Pleasure Please? Itâs an anonymously shared teenage Charles x Lorenzo fic with drunk losing virginity and stuff. Itâs good.
i hadnât before but i have now! anon, if youâre out there, a kiss for you
the people(me) are begging and whining for more leclercest
BRO YES ME TOO I WILL WRITE MORE SOON Iâve been thinking about it heavily
Thanks for contributing <3 not enough incest in this fandom smh
SO FREAKY DEAKY TRUE BRO. After this weekend the thoughts are flowing. I will write more. âď¸âď¸





