miguel

"OH MY GOD YOU CAN'T FUCKIN' TAKE IT PROPERLY!"

Jeff was losing it—literally doubled over laughing, tears streaming down his scarred face as he watched Liu—his once-stoic, religiously devoted brother—completely fall apart from one joint.

It had been so easy too. Jeff rolled the blunt himself (badly), took a hit first just to show how "chill" getting high could be… then handed it off like an offering.

Liu hesitated but tried being polite for once ("I've never... but okay...") and took a tiny puff.

Big mistake. Within ten minutes? His green eyes were wide with panic, sweat beading on his forehead as the world started tilting sideways in ways God did not intend. Now he was hunched over on their shitty new apartment couch—away from Slender Mansion now—that looked seconds away from puking or passing out… maybe both...

"You're so fucking pathetic, Liu," Jeff said, his eyes dragging over Liu's body. Jeff’s gaze darkened—hungry, predatory—as he watched Liu sweat through his tight shirt. The fabric clung to every muscle: the definition of his shoulders, the narrow line of his waist… even how those jeans hugged his hips just right.

Pathetic? Yeah. Absolutely.

But hot. So fucking hot in a way that made Jeff’s stomach flip with filthy ideas.

Liu was high and miserable—pale-faced, trembling slightly like a scared animal—and that vulnerability? It turned Jeff on badly. He loved seeing Liu weak and confused; it reminded him how easily he could dominate him whenever he wanted… especially now when Sully wasn't around to fight back... Fuck. It would be so easy to bend Liu over right now, take that pious virgin hole of his and raw dog it.

A slow smirk curled across Jeff's carved smile as an idea formed:

Why not take advantage?

He took another swig from their stolen beer bottle before setting it down... then started crawling toward where Liu sat curled up.

"You fucking piece of-" Liu had to swallow back the bile building in his throat. "How do you like this stuff? F-fuck, my head..." Liu slumped back into the couch, desperately trying not to vomit. He was so obviously distressed by the situation, but Jeff couldn't care less.

Jeff ignored Liu’s misery completely—if anything, it fueled him.

The way Liu’s voice shook, how his hands trembled where they gripped the couch cushions like a lifeline… even the faint green tint under his skin from nausea? All of it was perfect. Jeff loved seeing his usually composed brother fall apart over something as small as weed.

Without asking for permission (since when did he ever?), Jeff climbed fully between Liu's legs—knees pressing into either side of those hips—and leaned in close. Their faces were inches apart now: one brother high and suffering; the other buzzed just right with sadistic intent.

Then, without warning Jeff kissed him hard—a messy collision of teeth and tongue meant to overwhelm what little focus Liu had left. The kiss hit Liu like a freight train—unexpected, forceful, and wrong in the worst (best?) way.

He couldn’t process it through the high-induced haze clouding his brain. Every sensation was amplified: Jeff’s lips were warm but demanding; his breath smelled faintly of beer and smoke; that scarred smile pressing into Liu's own mouth…

It should’ve been nice.

But no.

Liu gagged mid-kiss—not from romantic disgust exactly… more from sheer sensory overload mixed with nausea threatening to explode out of him at any second. He tried weakly to push Jeff away with both hands on his chest—but he lacked strength right now. And he was definitely growing closer to throwing up.

But did Jeff give a shit? Never. Hell, he'd pay hard blood earned cash to have his baby brother projective vomit all over him. Just another sick, twisted fantasy Jeff was determined to live out.

Jeff didn’t pull away—if anything, he pushed harder.

When Liu gagged, Jeff smirked against his lips and deepened the kiss even more, swallowing whatever half-formed protest or puke might’ve escaped. He didn’t care if Liu was gross right now; high-and-about-to-vomit wasn't a dealbreaker for him—it was part of the thrill.

His hands slid up from where they'd been gripping Liu's shoulders to cup that sweaty face instead—forcing their mouths together tighter while one thumb brushed over his brother's trembling cheekbone.

Jeff reached down to unbutton Liu's jeans, yanking them down along with the poor man's boxers. He caressed Liu's length, desperately trying to get a reaction out of his nauseated brother. Liu whimpered into the kiss—actually whimpered—as Jeff touched him there.

It wasn’t pleasure; not really. It was too much all at once: the high making his skin feel like it was crawling, the nausea churning in his stomach, and now this sudden invasion of intimate touch that he couldn't mentally process right.

His hips twitched involuntarily under Jeff’s hand—not from arousal (though maybe a little), but mostly just shock and confusion. His cock hardened despite himself… which made Liu feel even more ashamed because how could his body betray him like this while he wanted to cry? Tears pricked at the corners of Liu's eyes—he wasn't crying-crying yet, but close—and when Jeff kept kissing him so aggressively…

He finally broke away with a gasp and immediately turned his head to dry-heave over the armrest. Jeff cackled and unbuttoned his own pants, pulling out his own cock. He rubbed it against Liu's, listening contentedly to his brother's heaves.

He didn’t care about the drool or sweat or near-puke on Liu’s face; all that mattered was getting off while his brother was too messed up to fight back properly. With a low chuckle, Jeff pressed their bare lengths together—their dicks sliding against each other in a slick friction from precome—and started moving.

No lube. No prep beyond what little arousal they both had despite everything else going wrong.

Just raw grinding of hips as Jeff chased his own pleasure using high-and-miserable Liu like some kind of fuck toy who couldn't say no right now. And honestly? It felt good. The heat between them mixed with chaos made it even better for him.

Liu whined—high-pitched and pathetic—as Jeff rubbed their cocks together.

Every movement sent jolts through his oversensitive body: the pressure, the warmth, even the slight stickiness from precome made him dizzy (and not just from being high). He couldn’t focus on anything except how weird this felt—his brother grinding against him like this while he was seconds away from vomiting.

But despite that… his hips twitched again involuntarily, betraying any real resistance. His hands stayed limp at his sides; no pushing Jeff away anymore. Just taking it.

Tears welled up again—not entirely because of nausea now—but because this whole situation was so messed up… and yet here they were anyway…

And worst of all? Some sick part of Liu liked it... which only made him cry harder in silent shame.

Jeff lifted Liu's legs up and positioned his cock at Liu's anus. Liu froze. There was no way Jeff would truly go through with this-

But at the first thrust, Liu couldn't hold back. He vomited just as Jeff had wanted.
The second Jeff pushed inside, Liu’s body rebelled.

He didn’t even have time to tense up or protest—just a violent heave that exploded out of him like a geyser. Vomit splattered across the floor, narrowly missing Jeff’s boots… but more importantly: it ruined the moment.

For half a second, Jeff froze—cock still at Liu's entrance—and stared down in disbelief. Then?

Laughter. Pure, hysterical laughter. Liu was a fucking mess and Jeff loved it. He thrusted harder and deeper into Liu, leaning down and licking his tongue across Liu's vomit coated lips. "You're so fucking disgusting!" He laughed, licking up more of Liu's mess as he pounded into him.

Liu began to sob harder. With each lick came a hard thrust up into his nauseated stomach. Jeff's violation was ruining Liu in ways he couldn't fathom.

Jeff didn't stop—couldn't stop—not when he was finally getting what he wanted after waiting so long. Liu’s sobs and the smell of vomit only spurred him on, turning this into something even more twisted than before. He kissed Liu again through tears and spit, licking into his mouth like a predator claiming its prey while his hips snapped forward relentlessly.

No gentleness. No care.

Just brutal fucking—each thrust jostling Liu's stomach further, mixing nausea with pain as Jeff used him exactly how he'd imagined for months: broken down and helpless beneath him.

Liu could barely breathe between cries; every movement sent waves of misery crashing over him… but worse? His body still responded. Traitorous heat pooled low despite everything because it was Jeff—his brother—and they were connected in the most forbidden way possible...

And worst of all... part of Jeff liked that too.

Liu came fast, releasing his load all over Jeff's abdomen. Jeff felt Liu come untouched—just from the rough treatment—and it sent a dark thrill through him.

Warm streaks painted his stomach, sticky and unexpected since he hadn’t even touched Liu there… but that just made it hotter. Proof of how wrecked his brother was: high, nauseous, crying… and still came like some desperate slut.

He didn’t slow down though.

No way in hell would Jeff let himself finish yet—not when this was going so perfectly wrong (right). With a grunt, he kept pounding into Liu's oversensitive body despite the tears still streaming down his face or the mess between them...

The squelch of skin on skin mixed with their breathing filled their shitty apartment as Jeff chased his own release now—harder thrusts meant to push past any discomfort or aftershocks for poor miserable Liu.

Jeff’s orgasm hit like a truck—sudden and overwhelming.

All the pent-up frustration, the sadistic joy of dominating his high-and-destroyed brother… it all crashed into him at once. With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside Liu and came hard—pulsing hot streaks where they were still connected.

For once? No words from Jeff afterward.

Just heavy breathing as he slumped forward slightly, forehead pressing against Liu's shoulder while his body rode out the waves of pleasure. The room smelled like sweat, weed… vomit…

And sex.

A lot of sex.

Slowly (reluctantly), Jeff pulled out—but didn't move away yet. Just stayed there for a few seconds in that gross intimacy only two brothers who'd done this could share...

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of their shared fan.

Jeff and Liu sat facing each other, knees touching, both hyper-aware of how little clothing they were wearing—just those tiny panties clinging to their hips. It felt intimate in a way neither had experienced before… not like this.

Liu’s chest was smooth under his tank top (thin fabric hiding nothing), but Jeff? His breasts filled out the lace bralette he wore with no shame—plush and real against the thin material.

They'd talked about scissoring so much it almost lost meaning… until now.

Neither made a move yet—too nervous despite being brothers who’d already fucked in every possible way before—but this felt different. More vulnerable because it wasn’t rough or angry; just two trans guys wanting to touch there together.

Liu took the first move—slow, hesitant.

He reached out and gently placed his hands on Jeff’s thighs, sliding them up toward his hips like he was asking permission without words. His green eyes flickered between Jeff’s face and those soft breasts barely hidden by lace.

Then—carefully—he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jeff’s collarbone… then another lower… down the curve of one plump breast where fabric met skin.

No teeth or aggression this time; just tender exploration as Liu learned how to touch someone with this body for pleasure—not dominance or punishment like usual.

His lips brushed over the bralette strap before dipping lower still... testing how far he could go before Jeff reacted.

Jeff reached behind himself and unhooked the bralette, letting it fall between them.

The bralette slipped away, and Jeff’s full breasts were suddenly on display—soft, warm, unapologetically there.

Liu inhaled sharply. He wasn’t used to this kind of beauty: the gentle slope of them, the faint pink hue at their peaks… it was different from anything he'd touched before.

Without thinking (because overthinking would ruin this), Liu cupped one breast gently in his hand—testing its weight—and then leaned down to press his lips right over a nipple.

No biting yet. Just soft kisses… then a slow lick around the sensitive bud as he teased it into hardness with careful attention.

His other hand stayed on Jeff's thigh for balance—but every nerve in him focused solely on exploring this new intimacy... something tender between brothers who rarely got tenderness at all.

Jeff exhaled—a soft, surprised sound—as Liu’s mouth found his nipple. It felt good. Really good. Not in a dominant way like when Jeff was being used for sex… but something softer, more intimate that made warmth bloom in his chest (and not just from arousal).

Liu’s lips were warm and careful—no rush or roughness here—and the licking sent little sparks through Jeff's body. He hadn’t realized how sensitive he still was there after surgery… but damn.

His hands lifted automatically to card through Liu's brown hair—not pushing him away, not demanding anything… just gently holding him close as those kisses continued.

A quiet hum vibrated against Jeff's skin when Liu sucked lightly on one peak—finally taking it into his mouth properly—and suddenly they weren't brothers talking about scissoring anymore... They were two transmasc men making out over each other's chests like lovestruck teens.

Jeff lifted one of Liu's legs over his own, trying to get into the proper position to scissor. Liu gently stopped him, tugging off Jeff's panties and his own so their lower lips could meet properly. Liu interlocked his and Jeff's legs, grinding slowly and creating friction between them, stimulating their clits.

The moment their bare clits pressed together—warm, soft, sensitive—both brothers gasped.

It was a new sensation for Liu (still figuring out his own body post-surgery), but Jeff? He knew exactly how good this could feel… and the slow grind of Liu’s thighs against his sent heat pooling low in his stomach instantly.

No words now. Just breathing heavy through open mouths as they adjusted to the rhythm: rocking their hips together gently at first—testing pressure and angle like puzzle pieces slotting into place.

Liu bit his lip when that perfect friction hit just right—a jolt of pleasure shooting up through him—and instinctively rolled forward harder, chasing more contact between them. Their clits rubbed with each movement; slick from arousal but not wet enough yet... until it built slowly.

A quiet whimper escaped Jeff first… then another...

Liu matched Jeff’s whimpers with his own—small, breathy sounds he didn’t usually make.

This wasn’t about power or control; it was just… feeling. The slide of skin against skin, the heat between their bodies as they moved together in that slow, intimate grind. No plastic or rubber cocks to fumble with here—just two clits rubbing in perfect sync like they were made for this.

Liu tilted his hips slightly—changing the angle—and suddenly the friction hit harder, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him that made his toes curl.

He groped Jeff's breast, squeezing all those new emotions into it without needing to say anything. Jeff arched into Liu’s touch—loving the way his brother handled his chest with such reverence.

The combination of soft grinding below and those gentle squeezes above? It was overwhelming in the best way. Jeff hadn’t realized how much he needed this kind of tenderness until now… especially from Liu.

Their clits kept rubbing, growing wetter with every slow roll of their hips—the friction less awkward now as natural slickness helped things move smoother.

Liu leaned down suddenly and captured Jeff's mouth in a kiss: deep, sloppy, full-on making out like they were teenagers discovering each other for the first time. No teeth or dominance this time—just lips moving together passionately while their lower bodies worked independently but harmoniously...

It wasn't about racing to finish… just enjoying every second before one (or both) inevitably tipped over that edge. The kiss deepened—messy, hungry, and sweet all at once.

Jeff’s fingers tangled in Liu’s hair while their mouths moved together with a rhythm that mirrored the slow scissoring below. No urgency to rush this; they had time now—no high or anger or chaos ruining it.

Liu moaned into Jeff's mouth when another particularly good grind sent sparks through his clit again. He pressed closer until their chests were flush—the softness of Jeff's breasts against Liu’s smoother chest—and kept kissing him like he wanted to memorize every part of this moment.

Their thighs squeezed tighter around each other as pleasure built steadily… not explosive yet but there, humming under their skin with every shift of hips...

And then suddenly? The tension snapped for both of them simultaneously—a wave crashing over them without warning. The first wave hit like lightning—sudden and electric.

Jeff came first, his whole body tensing as a sharp, quiet cry escaped him into Liu’s mouth. His hips stuttered against Liu’s involuntarily, clit pulsing with overwhelming sensation that made his vision blur. Liu felt it immediately—the way Jeff clenched around nothing but air—and the shock of it pushed him over right after.

A second later, he was gasping too: back arching slightly as his own orgasm ripped through him in shaky waves. No squirt or dramatic moment; just pure bliss radiating from where their clits met through sensitive nerves going haywire. They stayed locked together—kissing messily between panting breaths—as they rode out the highs of their simultaneous releases.

No words needed now- just warmth and closeness and something dangerously close to love.