The stepbros making you sit in the cuck chair
18+ below the cut. (Stepcest, implied sexual encounters)
Getting to see completely different sides to them:
Will in his element, rough, demanding, almost mean with Noah. A twisted little smirk etched on his lips as he renders Noah speechless. Whispering the same filth he does to you, but somehow, it’s even dirtier, rancid even.
Noah who is so pliable, so unbelievably submissive, letting Will do whatever he wants, happily allowing him to treat him like a rag doll. There isn’t a thought in his big brown-black eyes. All you can see is pure lust and infatuation. His gaze never leaves Will’s. And Will only looks your way to make sure you’re still there.
You can’t help but wonder how much of this is for show and how much is actually them. It feels real, like something so intimately and intensely private that you shouldn’t be allowed to see.
Will demanding Noah be louder, loud enough so your neighbors can hear the absolute debauchery going on inside your bedroom, and Noah being all to compliant, shaking the walls with sounds you didn’t think a man capable of making.
It’s the kiss they share after that makes you believe there’s more than just a twisted desire. It’s hungry, starved, full of unbridled passion that bleeds into the air and stains. Will with a desperate fistful of Noah’s hair between his fingers, and Noah clinging pitifully to Will’s waist, a white knuckled grip as if he’s afraid he’ll slip through his hands. Both struggling to breathe, but neither willing to break apart.
And later that night, long after they’ve left, you can still see them tangled together on your mattress, smell their musk on your sheets, hear every foul name Noah moaned to. But it’s not enough to cure the itch. You want them—need them the way they need each other, and something tells you that just isn’t possible.