apologies for ignoring anon/anons, i just can't write anything more than little prompts. i'd refer you to devouringcests because they're amazing but now their account has unfortunately been deleted 💔
Hiiii I don’t know if you are friends with or even know this person but I just noticed that the user “devouringcests” just deleted their account and I wanted to know if you know anything about this. It’s very sad and very sudden and they were actually someone I really admired
really😭😭 they were one of my favorite accounts 💔 i didn't know about this, it's sad to see them go
The morning sun greets him like a vexed lover, harsh and hot, making the boy groan in displeasure. The drapery pulled shut with a flick of his wrist, relief washing over him with the sudden dimness. With experimenting blinks, he glances around, and memories of yesterday's events dance through his mind. Heat possesses him; the scent imbued in every surface makes its way to his lungs; a whimper escapes his lips. Fuck.
He can feel last night in the throbbing of his cunt, in the soreness of limbs, in the coppery taste of blood inside his wounded mouth. He remembers the kisses, the tang of cheap beer, the smell of sex, of passion; he remembers the bruising, forceful grip, the carelessness with how the other grabbed his hair and thrusted inside him again and again; the way his brother's knot felt: each and every single drop of cum spurting inside him with a grunt of praise. Good boy. Such a good boy for me.
Yes, he thought as he opened his legs, one hand wandering down to the tender flesh of his pussy, the other sneaking under his shirt to pinch his nipples. Yes, I am. He works on his swollen nub, revelling as slick pours out of his entrance. He arches his back and spanks his clit, giving a shuddering breath at how painfully good it feels. The memory of Sirius slamming his prick there, rubbing, humping like a beast seeking his own pleasure at his expense; it overwhelms him with arousal. This is not enough. He needs more.
He abandons his cunt, seeking his brother's sight. Sirius is sound asleep, though his cock can't say the same. It is not clear if the man is having a wet dream, or if his rut had come back before his consciousness could, but Regulus doesn't care. He crawls to his brother's side, wondering why he slept so far away, and devours him with his eyes before his mouth can.
Sirius changed; the once spoiled, pampered heir now fancied himself a manual worker. The boy had caught him more than once with his hands stained with motor oil, his clothes smudged in black and brown, his muscles bulging with exertion. Regulus licks his lips, running his wet, sticky hand through his brother's filled out chest, inching down until he eventually stops at his hard, swollen prick. He gives it an experimental stroke, watching out for a reaction, but Sirius might as well be dead with his lack of response.
Inebriated on his brother's scent, Regulus purrs as he takes Sirius' dick in his mouth, jerking what doesn't fit. He drools on it, sucks at the tip and releases with a loud Pop! before getting back, taking it all the way to the back of his throat. He doesn't mind how loud, sloppy or lousy it is, much less if it'll wake Sirius up; all he wants now is to get his brother's dick wet so he can use it. Regulus stops the moment he notices the base of Sirius' cock swelling, leaving it twitching and dripping. A thin string of saliva connects it to the boy's mouth, and he tears it by licking his puffy, red lips.
Regulus peruses his brother's face: frowning and sweaty, like he's having a nightmare. Figures: Sirius has always been a heavy sleeper. Regulus can't wait much longer and, practically buzzing with desire, straddles him. He grabs Sirius' soaked prick and smacks it against his cunt, the moist sound echoing through the room. He humps on it, feeling its length, relishing on the heat emanating from within. Regulus' mind is in a haze, but he knows his brother will spend if he keeps on teasing so, slowly, he slides it in.
A silent gasp escapes Regulus' mouth as Sirius' dick stretches him open. His eyes are trained on his brother's face, waiting for a reaction, but nothing comes except a low whine; almost as if he's about to cry. Look at me, he wants to say, taking in all of Sirius. I'm being so good for you. Look at me.
With quivering thighs and laboured breath, the boy stays really quiet as he waits for the burning sensation to subside. He's cautious at first, rolling his hips lovingly, keeping a slow pace. He leans forward, nuzzling at his brother's chest, licking at his perspiring skin; he nibbles and kisses the raw, swollen glands under his jaw; he whimpers at the twitch of his brother's hips, instinctively, unconsciously, seeking his own pleasure; he feels the swell, the base of Sirius' cock enlarging: Regulus knows he doesn't have much time before the knot. That's all he needs.
Regulus felt cock drunk and, ruthlessly, he started to ride his brother. Arching his back, he gripped Sirius' toned thigh with one hand and started to rub his nipples with the other. His head was static; the boy couldn't make sense of nothing that wasn't his impending orgasm. Drool dripped from his mouth; his eyes were crossed, staring numbly at the ceiling. His brother's prick thickened, and a scream escaped Regulus' mouth, but he'd rather die than stop now, he was so, so close.
Yes, his mind supplied hungrily, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
Then suddenly, rough hands grabbed his waist and pressed him impossibly deeper. Sirius' knot formed, violent and brutal, and so did Regulus' orgasm, blending pain and pleasure. The feeling of being torn open made the boy choke, seeing stars, not even noticing he was being manhandled. He trembled and spasmed, his pussy clenching, stuck, against the bulging knot from his lasting release. The flow of cum was a physical, aching sensation inside him; his brother's dick was still hard, still twitching. He felt full, and so he whimpered.
“You just couldn't wait, could you?” A mellow voice rumbled, Regulus could feel it from where he was pressed against his Sirius' chest.
Lethargically, the boy lifts his eyes, fixing his head so he can watch the man properly. His brother's eyes bore into his, and Regulus searched for aggravation or annoyance on the other's face, but found nothing except the relaxed countenance one usually had after coming. If anything, he seemed smug.
The boy slurred, "Couldn't help it."
“I can see that,” Sirius said complacently, pinching his brother's slippery cheek, slapping it playfully after, “Your cunt must've been inching for it, eh? And how did that end up for you?”
Menacingly, Sirius moves. He thrusts, raising them from the bed for just a moment, and it's enough to make Regulus cry, punching his brother's chest. “Don't—move!”
“Why, don't you like it, poppet?” Despite his ungenerous tone, Sirius is careful when he sits them up. He wraps his arms around his brother's waist; scratching gently at his sides, nuzzling and biting his neck. “I know you do.”
The affection is futile. Regulus' arousal clasped hands with his orgasm and ran away, leaving trails of tears and quiet sobs. He wasn't sorry, not really; it had felt so good it would be disingenuous to think so, but he had underestimated just how painful an alpha's knot could be. Last night's memories were as clear as a passing car, but it hadn't felt so painful then. Had his brother taken it off at the last minute? Was it because he'd been in pre-rut then? Even so, he was upset. He felt wronged.
Sirius takes his little brother's blotchy, damp face up with both hands, eyes glistening with something between lust, affection and mockery, tutting at the poor state of him. The man then taunts, “It hurts so much, doesn't it, angel?”
Regulus blinks through tears, pounting like an abused child as he nods. His hands, which had been balled into fists against the man's chest, unclench; he rubs his sweaty face on Sirius' calloused hands, eyeing him with something that could only be described as disgraceful. The boy didn't know what he looked like, but if the way his brother's breath hitched was anything to go by, he supposed it was lewd.
The knot was deflating, but Regulus felt his brother's prick twitch with interest inside him.
“Poor baby,” It was supposed to sound taunting, but Sirius sounded lost in something beastly. One thumb dragging across Regulus' blushed cheek, the other slipping inside his little brother's mouth, pressing it against its sharp canines. It was damped in drool in seconds. “A shame I wasn't awake to take care of you properly.”
The growling of his voice made Regulus squirm, knocking the air out of his lungs for a second. He watched through half-lidded eyes as his brother nuzzled his neck, licking and biting, sucking and kissing. Sirius then got rougher, grabbing and pulling his hair, sticking his hand under his blouse to scratch his back. More, more, more, more.
“You're in pre-heat, aren't you, sugar?” Sirius licked the boy's scent glands, nibbling at his chin before murdering against his mouth, “Do you want my pups? Want me to breed you again?”
Regulus moaned breathlessly, “Yes—yes, please.”
Sirius backed away a little, their bodies still mingled, his cock still deep inside his brother, just to watch the wreck. Even in disgrace, Regulus was a beauty; he was all fairy tales told about princesses: pale, milky skin, flushed cheeks, big round eyes. The boy gaped, puffy lips glistening with spit, and Sirius couldn't resist but to lick it.
“So pretty,” he smacked Regulus' thigh, drawing a yelp from the boy.
“Stop teasing,” Regulus cried, and how could Sirius say no to that? His baby brother sobbed, gripping at Sirius hair. “F-Fuck me.”
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