Romans 6:12–14Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, to make you obey its passions. Do not present your members to sin as instruments for unrighteousness, but present yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life, and your members to God as instruments for righteousness. For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace.
There was just something about Grayson’s mouth that made Ethan want to do bad, bad things to his younger brother.
Ethan didn’t want to call it an oral fixation, but that’s exactly what it was.
Grayson’s lips were soft looking, plump, red, shiny with that rose-tinted strawberry lip balm he’d gotten for him as a joke so many months ago. It was driving Ethan crazy.
Him and his brother were complicated. They weren’t exclusive, for many, many, obvious reasons. They hadn’t ever talked about it, in all honesty. Sometimes they kissed. Sometimes they blew each other. Sometimes Ethan felt Grayson crawl into his bed at night and was only greeted by a hand in his boxers, making him come fast and sloppy, and Ethan would return the favor. It didn’t seem like anything needed to be said.
Ethan wanted to say something though. He wanted to tell Grayson to stop eating his food the way he did, to stop mindlessly licking and biting his bottom lip, to stop making it hard for Ethan to exist without being fully hard most of the time.
Ethan was sat at the counter, trying not to watch Grayson while he concentrated on cutting some vegetables, intent on getting them all cut perfectly. The concentration on his face was intense, exemplified in the way Grayson’s teeth chewed his bottom lip raw.
At some point, Ethan couldn’t possibly take anymore. It was unbearable and his pants were so tight, it would be criminal if Grayson just stood there and did nothing.
“Stop it,” Ethan finally said, sounding a little more annoyed than he’d wanted to, but thinking that might’ve been better in the long run, anyway.
Grayson stopped his cutting and looked up at Ethan with wide eyes, confused and oblivious to what his brother was referring to.
“... Stop what?” Grayson asked with furrowed brows as he wiped his hands on his apron.
“Biting your lip.” Ethan said, as if that was completely reasonable and obvious.
Grayson stood in silence, even more confused than before. “Ethan- What?” He asked again, instinctively reaching up to touch his bottom lip, wondering if he had something on it.
“You’re killing me,” Ethan whined softly. “Do you even know how good you look without even trying? You’re torturing me in my own home, Grayson.” He huffed, sounding genuinely upset.
All Grayson could really do is laugh, obviously. How else was he supposed to react to Ethan verbally struggling with his attraction to him? Grayson wasn’t totally hopeless, though, as he went to join Ethan on the other side of the island and crowding close. Both his hands cupped the sides of Ethan’s face as he leaned down to kiss him hard, not at all hesitating to push his tongue into Ethan’s mouth and kissing him like they hadn’t kissed in years.
Ethan had not been expecting it, but he eagerly responded to Grayson’s kiss with equal fervor, his own hands finding their way to his brother’s waist to pull him closer.
Grayson pulled away only once he was satisfied with how much he’d flustered him, licking his lips and smiling down at Ethan mischievously. “There. That help that eternal boner you have for me?” Grayson giggled, being quite indulgent as he went to wrap his arms around Ethan’s neck loosely, just inches apart again.
Ethan shrugged and smiled wide up at him. “I don’t know. Think we’ll need a more hands on approach to solve that issue.” He laughed, delving back into kissing Grayson again, not at all shy about showing his little brother how much he wanted him.
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