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The house is quiet.
Colt tries to stay equally silent while he cleans up the kitchen, doing his best not to think about how unnerved he feels without the sound of tiny feet running around and scattered laughter.
He sighs, forlorn, and sets the drying rag down so he can put away the bright red bowl in his hands. When Colt opens the cabinet and places it neatly in the stack of other colorful bowls, he’s momentarily stopped by the sight of empty baby bottles.
They’re lined up against the cabinet wall, covered in designs that range from flowers and ladybugs to stars and planets. A smile tugs at his lips as he brushes a finger over one, and all he can think about is cute, chubby faces staring up at him intently while they guzzle down warm milk.
A noise pulls his attention away from the bottles. He glances at the doorway, expecting to see a tiny face peeking inside, ready to plead for a late-night snack. Instead, Colt’s little brother shuffles his way into the kitchen. He has his long hair (which Colt prays he doesn’t cut anytime soon) pulled back into a low ponytail, and he’s wearing Colt’s well-loved Miami Vice Stunt Team shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Like always, he’s beautiful, but what’s concerning is the morose expression on his face. It draws Colt to him, hoping to fix whatever’s wrong.
“Everything okay?” Colt asks, tucking a strand of hair behind Ryland’s ear.
“Yeah,” Ryland says quietly, but his lower lip wobbles.
Colt tugs him into a hug, kissing his brother’s head when Ryland buries his face in his shoulder. He rubs a hand over his shaking shoulders, listening to his quiet sniffles and the ticking of their kitchen clock.
“What’s going on, baby?” Colt asks, slowly rocking them from side to side. “Why are you sad?”
“Because our babies aren’t babies anymore,” Ryland answers, muffled. He lifts his head, eyes pretty and damp behind his glasses. “They didn’t even cry when I tucked them in! And they told me to turn off their nightlights!” A single tear trails down his cheek, and Colt thumbs it away. Colt also licks it off immediately. Yum. “Colt, they’re growing up!”
“I know,” Colt soothes, cupping his brother’s face. “But that just means we’re doing a great job taking care of them.”
Ryland sniffs again, slumping. “You’re right,” he says with a shaky breath, draping his arms over Colt’s shoulders. Their noses brush together when Ryland leans in, and Colt shuts his eyes, expecting a kiss. “You should give me another baby.”
Colt’s eyes fly open. “What?” he chokes out, even though his gut clenches with want. “You want—huh?”
“Give me another baby,” Ryland says, more tears falling. Colt thinks there’s a certain ethereal beauty to Ryland when he cries. Maybe it’s how his tears glitter in the moonlight coming in from their kitchen window, or maybe Ryland is simply an angel from the heavens—sent to make Colt’s life so much better. “I want your babies again, Colt.”
“Ry…” Colt says, swallowing hard.
He’s soon dealt with the most devastating blow imaginable. His little brother looks at him sadly, eyes still damp, and says, soft and hopeful, “Please?”
Colt doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s drawn into a gentle kiss.
It starts off that way, at least, but as Ryland presses closer and closer, the kiss intensifies; wet and wanting, desire rushes through him, and he almost misses the feeling of Ryland’s hand slipping under his shirt. Colt only realizes it when he feels Ryland’s fingers brush over his lower back and rub against his healed surgical scar. It makes him shiver and gasp, the warmth curling nicely in his stomach.
“Y-Yeah,” Colt finally manages, breathless from his brother’s kisses. He exhales shakily against Ryland’s mouth, letting his hands slide over Ryland’s ass to grip and squeeze him tightly. Chest to chest, the heat of his brother’s body is dizzyingly good. “Don’t worry, Ry. Big brother will give you a baby.”
Ryland’s sharp inhale sounds so much louder with the lack of space between them, and then Colt finds himself drawn into another messy, heated kiss. He parts his lips when Ryland licks into his mouth, a groan caught in his throat. The edge of the island digs into his back, but Colt doesn’t particularly care, not when he can feel Ryland toying with the waistband of his pants, his nails lightly scraping over his stomach.
“Our room,” Colt gets out when Ryland starts pushing them down, grabbing his wrist. A string of saliva disconnects from their lips when he pulls back and lands on Ryland’s chin, so Colt dives in to lick it up, kissing him again. “Fuck.”
“Uh-huh,” Ryland replies, sounding dazed. When Colt gets a glimpse of his face, he sees a pretty flush painting his cheeks, red-bitten lips parted while he pants, and blown pupils. Ryland’s throat bobs, and Colt leans in to press his lips against the spot where his pulse flutters. “Want you.”
“I know, I know,” Colt soothes, a shiver passing through him. Kissing Ryland still makes him hornier than ever, and Colt knows that’ll never change. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.”
Ryland can’t seem to keep his hands off him while they silently make their way through the house. Little whimpers and hitched breaths keep leaving his mouth whenever Colt gives in and kisses him back, either by pinning him to a wall to settle his squirming, or letting Ryland press up against his front while he paws at Colt’s pants.
“Here?” Ryland softly pleads when they pause by the linen closet, squirming in Colt’s hold. “We can do it here.”
“We’re almost there,” Colt whispers, eyes flicking to their kids’ room and back. “But you have to be quiet, baby. We don’t want to wake the demons.”
“Just—real fast, ‘kay? Please?”
“No.” Colt brushes their noses together, feeling Ryland’s lips graze his cheek. “I don’t want to be quick, Ry.”
They do end up making out in said linen closet for some time, and having Ryland grind down against his thigh, his little “ah, ah, ahs” lost in their kiss, definitely tempts him to give in. Colt somehow finds the strength to stop, pick his brother up, and finish the journey to their bedroom.
Once inside, Colt makes sure to shut and lock the door behind them to prevent any surprise visitors. He carries his brother to their bed and lays him down atop their rumpled sheets, fumbling for the lamp switch before moving to pull down Ryland’s sweatpants. Colt expects to find something underneath, but instead, Ryland is bare and dripping, thighs already parted for him.
“Ry,” Colt groans, dropping his head onto Ryland’s chest. A hand cards through his hair, gentle, and Colt slides a hand up one of Ryland’s thighs, stomach clenching. “Can I—?”
Ryland tugs on his hair. “No. Get me pregnant.”
“Alright,” Colt breathes, lifting his head to kiss Ryland one more time. Ryland immediately curls a leg around him and cants his hips, and his soft, frustrated sound almost makes Colt laugh. “Be patient.”
“No,” Ryland grumbles. “Hurry the fuck up, Colt.”
Colt jerks forward with an embarrassing sound, warmth climbing to his ears when Ryland laughs softly. He can feel his brother’s heat pressed against his front, and his dick fucking twitches when Ryland starts rocking against him. Colt takes a second to breathe through his overwhelming desire and rushes to shove his pants down, kicking them away and returning to kissing his brother.
“Want me?” Ryland whispers against his lips.
“Want you,” Colt promises, and although the need is there, insistent and throbbing, he can’t help but slow it down, pouring his love into his brother. “Love you.”
Ryland hums, breaking the kiss and ignoring Colt when he makes a noise of complaint. “Love you,” he says, kissing the corner of his mouth. Colt tries to chase after him, but Ryland clicks his tongue, pressing one against the side of his nose next. “Love you.” His lips trail upward, reaching the space between Colt’s eyebrows. “Love you.” And finally, he returns to Colt’s lips. “Love you so much.”
Colt nuzzles him. “Do you think we’ll have twins again?”
“Ask me after you cum inside.”
“Bossy, bossy,” Colt mutters, sliding his palm up further.
He leans back enough to stare between them, dragging two fingers over Ryland’s wetness. The hitch of Ryland’s breath is breathtaking, as is the expression of want on his face when Colt lightly grazes his knuckles over his fat clit. Somehow, Ryland feels wetter than before, and after kissing him again, Colt dares to push inside.
“Christ,” Colt says under his breath when he easily sinks those two fingers into his brother. Ryland moans loudly, bucking his hips, and Colt has to quickly close the distance between them to silence him with a kiss. “Ry, shh. You’re gonna wake the kids.”
“Need you,” Ryland replies, breathless. He starts fucking himself on Colt’s fingers, gushing around the digits. The sight makes Colt throb, and he almost regrets starting with this instead of immediately fucking his brother. Fuck. “C’mon, Colt… Hurry. Been wanting you all day…” His cunt clenches around him when Colt curls his fingers, his next moan muffled. “Colt!”
“Okay, baby, okay,” Colt says quickly, rubbing a hand over Ryland’s side. Slowly, Colt pulls his fingers out, slick drooling off him and landing on Ryland’s thigh. It shines in the lamplight, and Colt groans, falling upon his brother to kiss him again and again.
“Colt, Colt, Colt,” Ryland whines, legs hitched around Colt’s waist. He scowls, eyes narrowed behind his crooked glasses, and says, “If you don’t get in me right now, I swear—”
“I hear you,” Colt says, the hint of anger in his brother’s voice causing the heat in his stomach to tighten. He wraps a hand around his cock, the initial touch making him hiss, and starts stroking himself. The glide becomes easier with Ryland’s wetness coating his fingers, and with how much he’s leaking. Colt pants into his brother’s mouth when he finally starts guiding himself inside, enjoying the hitch of Ryland’s breath, and how he shakily whispers Colt’s name.
“Fu—” Ryland shudders, and Colt has to pause, trembling at the sensation of his brother’s fluttering cunt. “—ah. Feels so—oh. Missed you, Colt.”
“Missed you too, baby,” Colt says, voice low. When Ryland finally stops squirming, Colt pushes in the rest of the way, enjoying how Ryland opens up for him. God, he sucks Colt in like he never wants to let Colt go, like his body is truly trying to mold them back into one being. “You feel so good…”
When their hips meet, Colt echoes the groan that Ryland presses against his mouth, dropping a shaking hand onto his hip. He grips and squeezes it tightly, eyes flicking between them for only a moment. The sight of the small bulge on Ryland’s stomach makes him twitch and instinctively grind forward, whimpering when he sees it move.
“Colt,” Ryland says in the same sharp tone from earlier—a warning that tingles at the base of his spine.
Colt doesn’t even need to hear the rest. He pulls back to snap his hips forward, dragging a cut-off shout from his brother. Ryland’s hands find their way to his shoulders, where he grips tightly enough that his nails dig into skin, and Colt takes it as permission to continue at the same pace, with the intention of knocking up his brother again.
The thought draws a too-loud moan out of him, and although Ryland shushes him (teasingly, he knows), Colt doesn’t care. He grabs Ryland’s hips, tilting them upward, and fucks him hard, watching as his expression goes slack, eyes widening before they roll back with a whine. His cunt spasms around him before clenching tight enough to make Colt whimper, but he doesn’t stop, listening to Ryland’s breathy sounds in his ear, by the wet slap of skin-on-skin. He thumbs at Ryland’s hipbones and noses at Ryland’s throat, a bit of drool escaping when he drags his tongue across his brother’s skin, tasting salt.
“Gonna,” he pants. “Gonna put a baby in you, Ry. G-Gonna make you a M—” Colt cuts himself off with another groan. His thrusts stutter, face burning, but Colt quickly regains his rhythm just as Ryland starts whacking him on the shoulder. “Ow…”
“Don’t be a baby,” Ryland says, and even with the annoyance in his voice, there’s no mistaking the breathless wobble. Colt pushes back into him, the squelch of Ryland’s cunt dizzyingly loud. He feels overwhelmed, the heat in his stomach simmering, eager for release. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”
“You can,” Colt tells him, mouthing at his jaw. “I always want you to hit me.”
“I know.”
Colt smiles against his cheek, grinding into him until he hears one of Ryland’s cute, choked gasps. Their bed rocks with their movements, but Colt built in protections long ago, so it makes no sound at all. He’s safe enough to pound into his brother, sliding deeper, and when he feels Ryland scratching at him again, he knows the other man is drifting ever closer to his orgasm.
After many years together, and countless nights sleeping together or sneaking quickies in the laundry room when the kids were distracted, Colt trained Ryland’s body to come on his cock.
It’s clearly something Ryland prefers, too, since he meets Colt’s every thrust with these soft, high-pitched sounds. Something electric crawls up and down his spine as it brings Colt closer to release as well, and he moans shakily, hands tightening around his brother as he prepares to bury himself as deep as possible and—
“Stop.”
Colt almost sobs when he forces his hips to still, trembling above his brother. “Why?” he gasps, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? Please don’t—” Colt chokes back a moan when Ryland clenches around him, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, please, please let me, Ry…”
“It’s okay, Colt,” Ryland croons. Colt whimpers when Ryland’s nails lightly drag over his shoulders, twitching. “You’re so good, baby. I’m not punishing you, alright? I just want to ride you.” A hand cups his face, and Colt lifts his head at Ryland’s gentle guidance, peering into his brother’s kind eyes. “Can I do that?”
Colt nods, finding it difficult to speak. He’s too shaky to move right away, so when Ryland guides him back down until their foreheads touch, he lets it happen, soaking up every gentle touch Ryland delivers. His brother pets through his hair, rubs his shoulder, and even brushes the back of his fingers over Colt’s cheek.
When he feels less likely to come inside Ryland, Colt slowly pulls out. Slick connects them together, and when his cock bumps Ryland’s puffy cunt, Colt marvels at how it coats him. He dares to sway closer, rubbing himself against Ryland’s entrance, and he’s not surprised when Ryland pinches his side.
“Ow,” Colt says, pouting.
“You’re being bad now,” Ryland tells him, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “But you’re lucky I do want you to come, or else I wouldn’t let it happen.”
“… How would you…?”
“We’ll try it out another day,” Ryland replies, and Colt leans back further when he gently pushes his chest. His brother peels off his (Colt’s) shirt and tosses it somewhere onto the floor, but Colt doesn’t give a fuck about where it lands because he’s too busy staring at Ryland’s pretty little tits. “Colt?”
“Yeah?” Colt mutters, still transfixed.
“Sit,” Ryland says, the slightest hint of his teacher voice—firm and steady—makes his gaze fly up to Ryland’s face. Colt blinks, squeaks, and hurries to follow his brother’s order, hands returning to Ryland’s hips when his little brother swings a leg over him. He watches Ryland’s face soften, and Colt leans into his palm when the man cups his face, turning enough to kiss it. “You’re so cute.”
“Ry,” Colt complains. Anything else he wants to say gets lost when he moans instead because Ryland sinks on him in one smooth movement. Ryland doesn’t even give him a chance to breathe before he starts bouncing, and then it’s Colt grasping at him desperately, trying to work through the pleasured thoughts of RyRyRyRyRy to regain enough sense to move his hips up to meet him. Like this, he can better feel how wet Ryland is, and how he fits against Colt so well. God, he’s—
“Perfect,” Colt slurs, kissing Ryland’s collarbone. He snaps his hips upward, moaning at Ryland’s bitten-off cry. “So perfect, baby. You’re so—fuck.”
“So are you.” And suddenly, Ryland slows to a sweet roll of his hips, which causes the build of pleasure to halt. Colt isn’t even disappointed. He loves it when Ryland uses him how he likes, when Ry takes and takes and takes, without even considering Colt’s needs. In this beautiful life of theirs, all Colt wants is to be useful for his brother—in any way possible. “Colt?”
“Hmm…?”
“You can say it, can’t you?” Ryland whispers, grinding down on him. Colt groans and rocks up into his brother. Heat rushes to his face when he feels the man tighten around him, and he mouths at Ryland’s jaw, desperate for a kiss. Ry doesn’t give it to him, though. Colt is struck by the urge to start begging—maybe that’ll get him one. “Stop being shy. I know you can do it.”
“Say what?” Colt gasps. He turns his head, but Ryland moves away with a disappointed click of his tongue, making Colt’s stomach clench. Colt stares up at his brother’s flushed face, a whine threatening to spill out. “Ry, come on…”
“Call me Mommy.”
Colt chokes on a moan.
Hearing those words temporarily stuns him, but he can feel how his cock twitches inside his brother at the idea. It doesn’t help that Ryland speeds up, turning his brain into pleasured mush, and all he can do is try to meet him, overwhelmed.
A hand tugs on his hair, and Colt refocuses on his brother, who gazes down at him intently.
“Colt,” he says sternly, still rolling his hips against him. Colt’s face grows warmer because fuck, existing under his brother’s ire gets him hot. “Say it.”
The idea makes his stomach clench, makes his dick twitch and leak deep inside his brother again. He wets his lip and tries to shift, but Ryland tightens his fingers, forcing him to still.
“Say it,” Ryland repeats, voice low.
“Ry,” Colt whines. “What—”
He doesn’t even realize Ryland has released him until he feels a stinging in his cheek. Colt stares up at his brother with wide eyes, hands flexing on his hips, and watches as Ryland’s face softens into something kinder.
“You can do it, baby,” Ryland says, gentle and coaxing. The encouraging words sink into his brain, a desperate eagerness to please rising from within. He whimpers his brother’s name, and Ryland hushes him. “No, it’s okay. I know you can be good for me.”
“I don’t—” Something hot rushes through him—shame? Humiliation? Colt doesn’t know, but it doesn’t stop his body from reacting to his brother’s voice; twitching and leaking, Colt exhales raggedly and clutches his brother tightly. Ryland clenches and shifts on him, making it difficult to think. Someone whimpers, maybe him, and through the fog slowly overtaking his head, Colt recognizes his voice whispering, “Mommy.”
Colt can hear the smile in Ryland’s voice when he says, “Good boy.”
That makes his hips jerk, dragging a low whine out of him.
Ryland pets his head, and like always, Colt gets drawn into Ryland’s innate gravitational pull; meant only for Colt, he meets Ryland’s lips in a sweet kiss that barely soothes the ravenous hunger buried deep in his soul. He presses even closer, some of the ache easing, and grinds into his brother. Colt means to say Ryland’s name when he opens his mouth, but what comes out is another, “M-Mommy.”
He whimpers when Ryland tightens around him, and the need consumes him so much that he ends up wrapping his arms around his love to fuck up into him hard. Each thrust pulls a sharp gasp out of his little brother, and Colt sticks to the same pace, using Ryland’s body to catch up to his release, to get Ryland there with him. He feels Ryland grasping at him, scratching his back and tugging on his hair, and Ryland’s broken voice saying, “Good, good, good, good,” only spurs him further.
Colt sucks a bruise on the hollow of Ryland’s throat, praying he leaves more when he clutches Ryland’s hips tightly. He kisses down to Ryland’s chest, groaning out a “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” when Ryland caresses the back of his head. His hand slides up to Ryland’s lower back, where he presses firmly to encourage the roll of his hips. He bites a spot on the curve of one tit, the heat in his stomach going taut when Ryland jerks and moans.
“Baby,” Ryland says shakily when Colt works at the same spot. Christ, more wetness leaks around his cock, turning their fucking into something sloppy and loud. “Fuuuu—ha. You’re going to make me into a Mommy again, Colt.”
“Ry,” Colt pleads.
“That’s not who I am, baby.”
Colt’s eyes burn. “Mommy.”
“Make Mommy come,” Ryland demands, yanking on his hair.
His next groan edges close to a growl, cupping and squeezing Ryland’s other tit. A whine sneaks out when the action makes his brother tighten around him again, and the whine Ryland releases makes him a little delirious. Colt kisses a line to Ryland’s nipple, rolling his hips into Ryland while he sucks on it, imagining—
“Colt,” Ryland gasps, cunt fluttering around him. There’s a familiar hitch in his voice, words breathy and wanting, when he continues speaking, “That’s where Mommy’s milk will come in when you get me pregnant.”
“Fuck,” Colt hisses, releasing his brother to grind into him. He presses his face into Ryland’s shoulder, feeling so good that it almost hurts. “Mommy, please…”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ryland chants. Colt licks his warm skin, shuddering. “So good for Mommy.”
Colt shifts until their foreheads press together, trying to kiss him. They end up panting into each other’s mouths, but Colt doesn’t care. He snaps his hips upward, grunting when Ryland clenches with a cut-off cry, and repeats it over and over again until the heat blazes and simmers beneath his skin.
“C-Come on, Mommy,” he groans, body trembling and eyes burning as he tries to hold back because he wants Ryland to get there with him. When they come at the same time, it’s like they’re one person, one soul. “God, Mommy, I want to give you a baby. You—”
He gets cut off when Ryland suddenly slots their lips together, his next cry muffled by their kiss. Colt whimpers at the sensation of his pulsating cunt, and he fucks up into Ryland a couple more times before he buries himself as deep as possible. He spills into his brother, hot over the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, in nine months, they could have another—
“Baby,” Ryland moans, breathing hard against his cheek. “You’re putting a baby in me.”
Stars burst in his vision. Colt has to wrap himself around his brother, huffing and whining against his throat when he keeps coming. The base of his spine tingles with unending heat, and he can’t control the jerks of his hips as he grinds into his brother.
He’s shivering by the end of it, and he feels the mess of his cum leaking out from where they’re joined. When Ryland pushes his shoulder, Colt follows the movement until he’s lying on his back and staring up at his brother’s flushed face, reaching up to brush back some of the hair stuck to his forehead.
Ryland grabs his hand and presses it against his warm cheek. “You okay?” he says, voice soft.
Colt feels floaty in the best way. “M’okay,” he assures, breath hitching when Ryland shifts to lie atop him. The movement tugs at his sensitive cock, which twitches weakly inside his brother. He turns his head slightly when Ryland nudges their noses together and finds himself drawn into a slow, tender kiss.
“You’re so good to me, Colt,” Ryland whispers against his lips. Colt hums happily, heart full of adoration for his other half. “Thank you.”
“Welcome,” Colt replies, licking him. He smiles when Ryland huffs a laugh. “I’m excited.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Another baby will be fun.”
“For you, maybe. I’m going to get all cranky and sore again.”
“That’s okay.” Colt strokes a hand up and down Ryland’s back, digging a thumb into a few spots until Ryland shudders and melts on top of him. His smile widens, and he kisses Ryland’s forehead before saying, “For better, for worse—in sickness and health, and all that stuff, remember?”
Ryland chuckles. “We’re not even married, Colt,” he says. Colt doesn’t miss the longing in his voice.
“We can get married,” Colt tells him, almost hesitant. When Ryland blinks at him, Colt clings to his sudden burst of courage and hastily continues, “I’ll propose to you properly, but we can make it happen. I—” He stops, wets his lip, and says in a much softer voice, “I mean, I’ve been wanting to marry you for as long as I can remember.”
“… Really?”
“Yes.” Colt cups the back of his brother’s neck and squeezes. “I’ve only ever imagined a future with you, Ry. Of course I want to marry you.”
Colt feels the curve of Ryland’s smile against his cheek. “Okay,” Ryland says, lifting his head. “I’ll be waiting.”
Somehow, they manage to peel themselves off each other. Colt watches, with great interest, as Ryland slowly lifts himself off his lap. His cock slips out of his brother, softly bumping his stomach, and a glob of cum follows. Colt rushes to push back inside with his fingers, catching Ryland’s small, pleased smile.
The cooling sweat feels almost sticky on Colt’s skin, but he still drags in for a cuddle when Ryland drops into the space beside him. In the quiet of their room, Colt listens to the tick of their clock, the buzz of the lamp, and Ryland’s soft breathing. It nearly carries him to sleep, but first…
“So,” Colt says, blushing. He curls around his brother, kissing Ryland’s bare shoulder, and asks, “Do you think we’ll have twins again, Mommy?”
Colt isn’t surprised when Ryland beats him with a pillow.