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Everything felt hot. Sai's skin, the steam curling around his naked body, the disembodied hands caressing his inner thighs. Sai was boiling from the inside out.
He could feel the mattress rock under him with every thrust stretching him out. Deep inside him, the head of the cock that was fucking into his hole throbbed.
Moans slipped through his lips and he could feel velvet-lined shackles keeping his hands above his head.
All these sensations, everything he could see and feel, and yet he couldn't discern what face hovered above him through the steam.
It didn't matter, though. How could anything matter more than how good this felt? How wanted these hands, even without a face attached, made him feel? Each finger pressed into him intentionally, dotingly, like he was treasure held in their palms. Exploring his thighs, his abdomen, his nipples and pecs.
The hands were large and calloused, the skin a golden hue from spending a lot of time in the sun.
Sai's head tilted back as pleasure mounted in his core. Tighter, hotter, more intense as the thrusts drilled into him. "Yes! God, yes!" Sai didn't even care that he could feel drool at the corner of his lips. All he cared about were those hands, hands, hands all over him and the cock that was rocking his entire world and beyond.
"Fuck, yes!"
His cock exploded in an orgasm, ropes of cum bursting from him without even being touched.
The steam was thinning. Sai could start to make out a jawline and a grin. Then blonde hair… then…
Sai sat up with a scream. The steam no longer around him, the hands no longer savoring every inch of his skin.
But what did linger from the dream,
was the image of his brother's face.