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Every month, like clockwork, Wilbur brought Tommy into the medical room of the complex stairwells of the cave. It was so hidden, Tommy almost forgot it existed.

So when he was brought in, and the gleam in Wilbur’s eye was a bit different, Tommy’s defences started going up.

Wilbur sat Tommy down in the table, the white lights almost blinding Tommy, the difference between the dark cave and this cold room being so different.

“Take them off.” Wilbur ordered, much to Tommy’s dismay. He hesitated to unzip his pants, knowing exactly what Wilbur wanted.

He finally let out a deep sigh, unzipping his pants before pulling them off, leaving him in his pair of boxers- of course hand me downs from Wilbur himself the moment he came out.

Wilbur was only interested in one thing, and that was clear when he started slipping Tommy’s boxers off , his hand reaching down to cover his core.

With a loud slap, Wilbur knocked Tommy’s hand away as he tugged off his boxers all the way, showing off his damp heat.

The moment Wilbur saw it, noticed it, Tommy knew he was fucked by the way Wilbur stilled in place. He was so excited about this every time, being able to get close to Tommy’s heat and look around it- but this time? This time he was quiet. And that scared Tommy.

“You alright there, Wil?” Tommy asked, anxiety creeping into his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

And with the deep breath Wilbur took, his eyes glaring up at Tommy, a scowl placed on his face. This wasnt good.

“It’s almost all gone,” Wilbur gruffed out, his fingers running over Tommy’s pelvis. “You got rid of it?”

“My- my pubic hair?” Tommy finally asked after a few moments of silence, it finally clicking as to why Wilbur might be mad.

“Yes, your fucking pubic hair. What else would be missing down here?” Wilbur asked, a bark in his voice as his fingers dug deeper into Tommy’s pelvis. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“Because it was uncomfortable and getting trapped in my boxers,” Tommy shyly mumbled out. That was the part he hated the most, when he trimmed and Wilbur got mad.

Tommy let out a yelp as he got pressed against the table, his hips getting dragged roughly dewars Wilbur’s face.

Wilbur had almost forgot about the inspection, carefully using his thumbs to spread Tommy’s folds, looking at his small clit buried between his sweet, pink skin.

Tommy’s hole twitched at the cold, Wilbur’s eyes immediately growing a bit bigger. He huffed, landing a rough slap onto Tommy’s clit. With a jump, Tommy yelped out, slapping Wilbur hand away.

“Hey! What- what the fuck is that for?” Tommy sat up, glaring down at Wilbur. Wilbur rolled his eyes, shoving Tommy back down onto the cot. He pressed Tommy’s folds open again, looking over it carefully as Tommy’s clit twitched, his folds dripping.

“Oh, so you liked that?” Wilbur grunted out, placing another rough slap to Tommy’s clit. “That’s what you get for trimming.”

Tommy yelped out, small tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes as he grabbed at his mouth to stop sounds from escaping.

“That’s right, you like it, don’t you?” Wilbur asked as he noticed Tommy’s hole starting to drip. “You just need me, don’t you?” He asked, his thumb slowly dragging over Tommy’s clit.

“No- no no no, Wilbur this is- this is wrong,” Tommy almost sobbed, his hips jerking up dewars Wilbur’s thumb giving him away. “We’re brothers, you can’t do this,”

“Who cares?” Wilbur asked, his thumb carefully dragging down Tommy’s slit, stopping over his hole. He carefully pressed against it, making Tommy gasp out loudly, his hands grabbing onto Wilbur’s hair.

“Fuck-! I do, you- you- fuck,” Tommy moaned out, his attempt at fighting quickly fading as Wilbur’s large thumb pressed into his hole, carefully sinking in until his palm was flush with his folds.

“I’m a what?” Wilbur teased, leaning in to hover over Tommy’s clit. “Maybe you need some more attention.” Wilbur mumbled out quietly, his breath forcing Tommy to shiver.

“That’s- that’s disgusting Wilbur- don’t do that-“ I panted out, a loud moan coming out of his mouth as Wilbur dragged his damp tongue over his clit.

Tommy pulled in Wilbur’s hair roughly, forcing a groan to come out of his mouth as vibrations shot through Tommy’s core.

No matter how much Tommy tried wiggling away, Wilbur’s firm grip on his hip kept him in place as he licked at Tommy’s clit and worked his rough finger into Tommy’s hole.

“Stop,” Tommy pleaded, his struggling getting more desperate as the sensations overwhelmed him. “Please, I can’t take it,”

“You’re fine.” Wilbur grunted back, keeping his pace still on Tommy as his hole started to drip, causing slick to pool on the table under him.

Tommy was convinced he was going to rip Wilbur’s hair out- the ball in his lower stomach finally dropping as he trembled, crying out as he finished on Wilbur’s lips.

Like a dog, Wilbur licked up every last drop of Tommy’s slick, pulling his thumb out carefully as he continued to drag his tongue over Tommy’s folds, cleaning him up.

“Fucking hell, you taste so damn good.” Wilbur mumbled out, finally pulling away as he panted out.

Tommy’s grip loosened from his hair, his body going limp as he panted out.

“Don’t- don’t say shit like that,” I grumbled, covering his face.

“Don’t shave again, or you’ll get worse next time.” Wilbur threatened, finally leaving Tommy alone in the room to recover.