Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2.4k
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairing: Greed/Wrath | King Bradley
Tags: PWP, Shameless Smut, No Incest, Anal Sex, Lube Kink, Barebacking, Piledriver Sex Position, Rough Sex, Exhaustion, Bickering, Banter, Creampie, Rivalry, Rivals With Benefits, Enemy Lovers, Dirty Talk, Wrath | King Bradley Has a Nice Ass, Top Greed, Bottom Wrath, Ass Play, Anal Play, Dom/sub Play, Greed Being Greedy, Cock Tease, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Submission, Cum Eating, Cum Swallowing, Cum Play, Cum Sharing, Multiple Sex Positions, Multiple Orgasms, Simultaneous Orgasm, Masturbation During Sex, Nicknames, Flirting, Hair-Pulling, Romantic Undertones/Yaoi, They're In Love Your Honor.
Summary:
"You know that we're supposed to be brothers, right?"
Greed scoffed and guffawed at King's feeble attempt of making this weird.
"Please, you really think I'd have run away if I considered any of you dirtbags my real family?"
Bradley is surprised by this revelation, they both share similar views towards their "family". Although, he would have stated the same with far less tact.
Greed stuffs his most recent brother King with his cock multiple times, and breeds him till he cums while moaning his name.
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Author's Notes:
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH WREED BABYYYYYYYYY!!!!
I'm finally back on my bullshit officially now!! Lesssgooooooo~!
I said this on Tumblr and I'll say it here too for y'all: expect a LOT more Wreed fics from me this year, I'm getting the brainworms back out from their year long hiatus!!
With a huff and a snarl, Greed hungrily activated his ultimate shield just over his hands so he could tear a nice sized hole into King's pants. He began to breathe—lust spilling forth through every breath as he grabbed and admired the chiseled, fatty tush that was now visible. King groaned with mild annoyance.
"Really? I happen to like these pants…" King stated.
"Ughh, shut up about your pants… you can buy 1,000 more if you wanted at any time." Greed snarled, an excited grin stretched across his face.
King smirked a little at the needy Homunculus one breath away from ass-fucking him as he pleases.
"Alright, go ahead and take me you sorry bastard." he said.
Greed didn't need even another word spoken before immediately reaching for the bottle of lube. He doused it in heavy amounts, being overly generous as he stroked it all in before setting the bottle aside. Then, he inserted his cock deep into the "older" man, thrusting steadfast into the GILF's endearing hindquarters. King grunted some at his crotch's fairly skillful work, but he was still far from impressed by his performance.
"Is that all you've got?" he asked, but not to question. Rather, to challenge.
Greed snorted wickedly. Leaning in a little closer.
"Not at all, your highness…" he responded, but it sounded unfinished.
He sped up the pace of his hips ever so slightly, then grabbed King by both hips and suddenly hoisted him up from the waist-down, curling his lower half so that his penis was more pointed towards his own rich abs rather than Greed's. From then on, Greed began drilling his cock into King now that it was easier, grunting with both pleasured amusement and strain from the exercise it took to keep him curled like this—especially with how he's continuing to weaken himself in the knees.
"…As a matter of fact, I'm just gettin' started~." he continued.
He wasn't exactly impressed by the change to piledriver, but he was impressed by the sheer audacity required to even attempt a play such as this—especially with him. He couldn't help but to smirk at the bold reality.
Sliding his cock in and out of King's ass on repeat, the heavy amounts of lube proved to be quite rewarding—as the sloppy, wet sounds emitted by his thrusts got much louder and more erotic. Some of it even began squirting, dripping, and flinging both off of his cock, and out of King's asshole. His drilling started off relatively slow, working his dick to his own leisure—as obviously, he wouldn't much fit his moniker if he was prioritizing someone else over his own thrill to get off.
"Mm… better. But not enough. Not even close." King bluntly said.
He gripped the old man's hips tighter, beginning to give much rougher, harder strokes into him. King could feel Greed's dick digging in deep—way deeper than he expected from his above-averagely sized penis—the needy roughness of his strokes enough to make him moan slightly; but not nearly enough to make him lose any further composure. But just as he was about to voice another complaint, he noticed that Greed was starting to struggle in keeping his balance over him. So, merely out of the desire to see this through, he clamped down his calves over Greed's shoulders to keep him standing.
Greed smiled and gave an impressed snigger. "Flexible at your age. Aren't ya black & gold top?"
King tried ashamedly not to look away and blush. "Just be thankful I'm keeping you up and over me—you ass with ears."
Greed laughed and then kept his mouth agape, audibly expressing his arousal caused by the Fuhrer's body as he drilled into King's butthole with the most force and speed he's exuded thus far. His feet—while still standing—were slipping constantly out of place; as he continued struggling to fill his almighty Fuhrer's bubble butt with the long dick it needed to get himself off. King moved his hands that were finally starting to grip into the couch's cushions over upon his ass; making a smacking sound audible enough to be heard but not processed. Greed could feel his gloved fingertips brushing against the throbbing veins of his penis every so often. That made him catch on to what he was doing—and subsequently feel a surge of sensitivity strike down upon his crotch so hard and so suddenly, he thought that he'd cum right then and there.
King was finally beginning to break in front of him—his attempts to stifle his panting breaths proving futile, as much so as his attempts to stop moaning entirely were. He kept his hands on his ass; massaging, stretching, and playing with it in every way a street whore attempting to delight her customer would. Greed knew what he was doing—providing an unseen pleasure that would persuade him into hitting an orgasm—he could feel the vibrations from his fingertips; pulling his butt apart and together again. He could feel it all from King's rectum.
The two men were at completely different states than they were from the beginning of this; going from mildly heated and composed, to skin getting so hot that they were drenched—both taking in quick, short breaths of air while their focuses lied elsewhere. Not a second went by without a moan escaping their once carefully composed lips, as Greed continued to drill directly into King's sweet spot again and again—at just the right pace, with just the right amount of force. Mere seconds after the two were growing accustomed to the high, Greed felt… it—the first surge rushing through his cock.
"Ahh… hhahh… hhagghhh.. fuuck, I feel it coming~! I feel it comin'~!!" Greed expressed; barely managing to get it out in time before one final thrust sent a load of semen deep into King's rectum.
"Nnnggghhrrr~!! B-Blast it!!" King grunted, trying hard as he could to stifle the whimpering sound his throat wanted to make.
The two kept moaning throughout the remainder of Greed's orgasm, panting as they came down from the high once it was over—with Greed pulling out while his cock was still freshly sensitive. He immediately collapsed to the opposite end of the couch, King quickly retiring both his legs from the air and onto Greed while feeling a hot, gooey sensation run between his butt and thighs. The two men recovered their bodies and senses before going for any more.
Greed had a hard time keeping his head from unintentionally cocking back; he didn't wish to let his sensitivity down there show so easily, especially not while in presence of his almighty Fuhrer majesty. King was keeping his eyes up on him, reading his expression while toying with his member. He felt miffed seeing how irksomely smug the obnoxious bastard was.
"Ooooh yeahhh… just what I needed from my superior~." Greed flirtatiously taunted.
"Hmph." King reacted, with clear disdain.
So he ran a streak using his tongue up the side of his penis, hoping to get the exact reaction he desired—to which he did, thank god. Greed couldn't help but throw his head back fully and squint his already shut eyes from the intense sting of bliss it brought him. He grunted while King continued to toy with his cock—seeming content and more from the smug look dropping off of his face entirely—while reaching a shaky hand over to his scalp. He grabbed King by the hair, tugged his head aside slightly, and then pushed down on it until the whole thing was tantalizingly slid into his mouth. Greed let out a satisfied grunt and a roll of his eyes—the smugness returning—while King properly sucked him off.
He released sounds of annoyance while Greed's penis was stuffed in, as he didn't get to toy with the sensitive member for as long as he would've enjoyed. Regardless, Greed was getting off hard to both the sight and noise of his Fuhrer providing his cock dome—rings of spit repetitively appearing and disappearing over his cock, with slurping sounds so dense and desperate.
But another sight was beginning to catch his attention even more than this one, amazing as it was. With the way he was positioned; King was on his knees while beside Greed on the couch, with the way he was bending posturing his anus in a sexy manner. He eyed the shiny butt cheek with well… greed. Deliciously reaching out his other hand to seize hold of it. Within seconds, the round flesh was filling his hand, and he showed his appreciation for it with a singular thumb running in circles around the inner cheek of it.
Playing with the ass while it was still half-clothed was dandy and all, but his avaricious nature ran too deep to simply let it stay that way. So he took an already heavily erotic sight and enhanced the view by pulling down the pant material—the sweet jiggle it gave like jelly when bared naked being a lovely addition. Greed gave some laughter as he filled his palm with the arousing butt cheek, erotically petting it in his solid grip—while keeping the one in his head-pushing hand equally solid. His head leaned back as he reached out to free the other sexy half of this royal anus. Once the full thing was bared nude, he played with it in it's entirety, switching his sights between the two spicy views while his hands and penis soaked in the physical pleasures of both.
"Y'know… for a man who doesn't talk very much, you sure know how to use that mouth…" Greed perversely says.
King pulls his head back.
"Try saying something interesting, and we'll have plenty to talk about-"
Greed forces his hand back down.
"I didn't say you could stop sucking to give brassy comments." Greed clarifies.
King may have been pissed off by that, but he doesn't stop taking it in; potentially pissing off "Father" because of this is worth dealing with a bozo of Greed's magnitude in his eyes. He can't help but chuckle a little at the thought of Father's stern, emotionless self growing unfittingly furious at the tale of what King did with his so called "brother"—whom he's never even met before today mind you. So he keeps sucking him off with little to not much resistance, as Greed's head-pushing hand loses it's grip from the pleasure.
Eventually, it just slumps off onto the seating cushion like a wet noodle, while Greed huffs erotically into the air. The way he breathes while getting off is so fussy, like he's trying to wring as much pleasure and more than is conceivably possible from the experience—it's quite possibly one of the few things King actually finds cute about him, no matter how sickening such a truth is to him. He lulls him in by pecking at it slowly, before shifting to mach-speed the moment Greed gets enough strength back to put his hand back over his head again. Greed bellows a moan as the old man starts going full-throttle with it; beginning to slip a finger between the plush cheeks his free hand's been playing with. He dips it in and out around the same speed that King's sucking him off at, the both of them moaning in satisfaction.
King can feel his long, bulky member pulsating with arousal as he toys with his prostate so swift & casually. Greed starts to take in thick, shuddering breaths, just as he's feeling an orgasm impending. He moans far more openly again, this time clearly showing no restraint with the noises he emits while getting off. His grip over King's scalp tightens and holds him in place—making him unable to pull back as Greed begins carnally working his hips upward into his majesty's face.
"Hehhh… gosh, you're so good~." he says in that sultry, deep voice of his.
King resists the urge to start tugging on his own rod while Greed simultaneously face-fucks & fingers him. He speeds up his fingering pace until it's more equivalent to a bullet being shot. He grunts and moans—an equal mixture of dominance, and vulnerability—as he feels his crotch crescendo further and further into something far beyond what the world's greatest riches have to offer.
"Grrrhhh… take it… take it all~! Take it all, my Fuhrer~!!!" he roars while climaxing.
His roars grow much more passive by time after the orgasm had begun. King takes in the hot, sticky, ensnaring feel of cum springing all over his tongue. He swallows every ounce of the load that's far too much to hold in—his head being pulled back only when he's got the final ounce of it freshly deposited inside. Greed yanks his hair so that he'll face him, a maneuver that was unfortunately… greatly erotic; and stares at him with a frankly startling eagerness.
"Open up wideee~… I wanna see what you've still got left~." he perversely requests.
King stares back without falter—although the usual harshness in his eyes is quite weakened—and opens his maw to reveal a small white puddle of cum left sitting erotically upon his tongue un-swallowed. Greed's face does a visible double take, in his arousal, before cupping and gently pushing upward on his chin.
"Thanks your majesty… now go ahead and swallow that last bit for me please…" he politely requested, in that damn sultry, deep voice again.
King feels that he can't tolerate it any further when he gulps down the last ounce of the load. And now, there's only one thing left on his mind…
He gasps and steadily pants in the air. "T-… Take me from behind…"
The sounds of the evening radio music echoed through the room… as did the sounds of skin making hasty contact with more skin. Greed was thrusting into the Fuhrer's irresistible butt with a passion, an unquenchable desire for more pleasure. Meanwhile; King's cock was pulsating beautifully in his hand, as he rubbed it like he needed this orgasm more than anything right now.
"Nnnrrrgghhh… so close… a-almost there…~!" King softly moaned.
The wet plaps that King's butt made against his thrusts sent Greed over the moon with the feeling.
"C'monnn pretty majesty… cum for me. Say my name while yer gettin' off~!" he growled, as if hungry for it.
The two men had become sweaty, disheveled versions of themselves; lost to everything but the thrill and pleasures that one another held.
"Ah.. ohhh… Greed… Greed~… Greed~!!" King exclaimed with ecstasy laced deeply in his voice.
King had finally reached his first orgasm—Greed had reached his third. And finally, at last… they did it together.
