[ NSFW Open Post - 2020 ]

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[unbreakable_king]

Yes, a kiss would be good. Is good. Rhy even pulls his lover into his lap.

"Perhaps," he whispers against Jibril's neck as he kisses down it, "we should make sure my brothers feels envy."

[allahuakbar]

Jibril inhales as he's pulled into Rhy's lap, still only in underwear and Rhy's shirt which had been mortifying in itself when Kell had intruded. His head tilted to the side, shivering as the other kissed along the sensitive line.

"If that would please you."

[unbreakable_king]

"Would it please you, my dove? I will do only what you wish. I would not shame you."

[allahuakbar]

"It does not shame me to be loved by you."

[unbreakable_king]

"Even intimately, when my brother is in the next room?"

Because Rhy would. he has no shame.

[allahuakbar]

"It.. is a little intimidating," Jibril struggled for a word and settles on that, but he also knew embarrassing would work too. "But I will do it. You will take care of me."

[unbreakable_king]

"I will, my dove. I will always take care of you."

He starts by kissing along Jibril's neck, as his hand moves to the sink to fumble for a lube bottle he put there afte rtheir last joint shower.

[allahuakbar]

Rhy's lips draw a shiver, a soft moan as he tilts his head to the side. His hands going to the other's chest. Despite himself, his fingers tremble just a little... nervous... but he still lets them ghost over Rhy's chest, down to his hips, his thighs, everywhere but his cock while the other fumbles.

[unbreakable_king]

"Touch me harder, love. Leave marks. That will show him."

[allahuakbar]

Jibril flushes, his head ducking pressing his forehead against Rhy's heart. His stomach nervous flutters. "I have never been good at leaving marks, Rhy," he says, even when Rhy could get rougher and Jibril would enjoy it his touch is always tender and soft.

[unbreakable_king]

Well, then he has to ask something else. His hand goes down to stroke Jibril.

"Then let him hear you."

[allahuakbar]

Jibril hesitates. There were times where he would try to swallow the sounds, muffle them with a pillow simply because he is too aware of the guards nearby. He goes redder but he nods, and perhaps he feels a sliver of excitement mixing in with the idea.

"Okay, ya hayati," he agrees.

[unbreakable_king]

"Thank you, my dove."

With that he brings the lube down, ready to slick his fingers with it.

[allahuakbar]

“How do you want me?” Jibril asks, biting his lip afterward. His fingertips are toying with the top band of his underwear not drawing them down yet, rhy’s shirt bunches up a little on him.

[unbreakable_king]

"Riding me, darling," he muses as his fingers slip back to squeeze his ass.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril feels like he will never stop flushing, a soft sound escaping as the other squeezes his ass. He gives a furtive glance to the door, nervous. His fingers then pull down the underwear, managing to slip it off and put it aside. He starts to pull of Rhy's shirt but hesitates, glancing at him.

"What if I keep this on?" It's loose enough that Rhy could still touch him everywhere he desired but not only did he love wearing Rhy's shirt but it gave him a sense of modesty in this very very immodest moment.

[unbreakable_king]

Oh god, that is SO hot.

"You better. I want to see it. Want to see you in it."

His fingers are soon slicked by the lube and seeking between Jibril's legs, ready to push in to him.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril blushed but he let his fingers drop away from the shirt, his hands brushing over Rhy's chest to his shoulders and then hooking lightly behind his neck.

"Can he feel everything..." Jibril whispers, the words catching as the other's fingers find his entrance.

[unbreakable_king]

"No. He can never know the wonder of your body as I do," Rhy assures him, pressing his fingers deeper.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril gasps when the other's fingers press further. His arms tighten ever so slightly and his head buries into the other's neck, pressing a few kisses there. It's a relief to know that Kell can't feel everything, though he doesn't understand where the line is.

[unbreakable_king]

"He can definitely feel it when I feel pleasure, but not the how," he purrs, his fingers starting to thrust. Jibril is still so beautifully loose from the night before. Not perfectly ready, but close.

[allahuakbar]

"You...feel it when he does?" Jibril questions, though, he doesn't know if he wants to know. His fingers dig into the other's upper back as Rhy thrusts. His breath catching as he rocks back on his fingers.

[unbreakable_king]

"If he ever did, I imagine I would," Rhy agrees, his voice a light purr over just how nice it was to watch his lover like this, clearly eager already.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril moans softly. "Mmmm," and he wonders why Kell would have such trouble anyway. He's not Rhy but he's still good looking. Maybe it's cause he's scary.

But Jibril lets the thoughts of Rhy's brother slip away, ignoring the fact that he can hear them, hear Jibril moan louder as fingers brush against just the right spot.

[unbreakable_king]

Very scary. And cold. And has such a stick up his ass.

"Oh yes, my beautiful dove. Sing for me, I shall reward you so very well."