#theborgiasfic

"You need some release, brother," Juan jokes at dinner.

Rodrigo laughs, agreeing with his son.

"Yes, from you," Cesare mumbles, irritation grating his voice. To hide the double meaning of his words.

And it earns him a light smack on the arm from his father. "You ought to cease saying such things."

"One day your brother won't be here," Vanozza comments, picking at some cheese on her plate, "and you'll regret words of animosity being the only thing laying between you."

At that Cesare chuckles.

Because what their mother and father don't know is that later he'll cry out, cock buried and spilling his seed deep into Juan at his brother's command.

"There are other things between us." He says, popping a grape into his mouth, eyes dark on Juan, "Are there not, brother?"

And Juan's smile dies, a flush creeping up high on his cheeks. That his brother dare insinuate such a thing at the table.

In front of their mother.

He should punish Cesare for such impoliteness.

Lucrezia notes the way her brothers are half breathless based on just a little conversation, and whispers, "Whatever it is you two are up to, may I join?"

Using the cloth to wipe whatever stray food might cling to his mouth, Cesare tells her, eyes still on their brother, "Not tonight, sis."

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Cesare's a whining mess on the bed, crying and squirming awaiting his brother's command. His cock near ready to explode.

He's regretting ever agreeing to his brother's demands at all.

Juan's finger teases the tip of Cesare's leaking cock, and cum threatens to spurt out.

Juan slaps Cesare's hip, forcefully. "Not yet, brother."

Cesare lets out a strangled whine, his body trembling and exhausted.

He can't take anymore of this.

This teasing. It's torturous.

He should kill Juan for this.

But first, he needs his permission.

For release.

"It's been near two hours, Juan!" His voice is high, strained, caught in the back of his throat. His hips seeking friction his brother forbids.

He's half convinced even a slight breeze, or his brother's breath would be his undoing at this point.

"Please. I'll die." He cries, desperately needing Juan's permission. So that he may finally fall over the edge he's been on for two, long, torturous hours.

"Such theatrics," Juan laughs. Then, taking in the seriousness of his brother's begging, "Fine, fine. You may-"

Before he can even finish the command, Cesare's eyes are rolling back, his body convulsing as his seed spills onto the thin trail of hair near his navel.

And Juan's cock twitches to life at the sight and sounds his brother makes.

The moans, and grunts, and groans, and string of curses that fall from his brother's lips are enough to bring anyone to the brink of ecstasy, but especially Juan.

And soon enough, Juan joins Cesare in bliss, spilling himself onto his brother's stomach. Their cum combining, and a thought forms in his head.

"A pity--all that wasted seed. We should have invited our sister, don't you think?" Juan asks, collapsing next to Cesare.

But Cesare's already half asleep.