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Vox “AKUMA” isn’t someone who is capable of multitasking. He can monitor the chat room and play the game at the same time, sure. But anything more than that, like keeping himself from dying in-game and thanking the supachats while thinking about his Ikey who is sitting between his legs. With his dick in that pretty little mouth of the said little brother?
It’s really too much to ask from him.
“Ah~♡,” the boy gagged lightly.
And his character is dead again. He can hear Oni Giri cracking up in the chat room. Glancing down at the boy who surely is taking the time to edge him, Vox has to question himself why did he allow it in the first place.
It started with his love for all of his brothers, equally, especially Ike. The boy deserves the world for his patience, kindness when Vox himself took on multiple jobs at once and Luca wasn’t able to walk. He took care of the house, helped Shu with homework and waited for Vox to come back so he didn’t have to eat dinner alone. Every day, dutiful like a little mom, a little wife. That’s why, since Vox started streaming and the money rolled in, Ikey has been the main target for him to spoil rotten.
Then one day, when stepping into his brother’s room without knocking, he saw Ike, in a lolita dress and thigh-high socks, wearing a long wig that touched his slender waist. The boy was twirling in front of the mirror with bright energy radiating from him.
Beautiful.
Ike turned back with a startled look on his face.
“O-oh, um, I’m sorry for not knocking.” He hurried to apologize. If Ike was as secretive toward this hobby as his novel writing, he really hoped the boy wouldn’t flip.
“Really?” Unexpectedly, his brother can’t seem to stop smiling. He looked too happy with pink on his cheeks and stars in his eyes.
Like someone who was in love.
Oh?
“Are you going to see someone?” He asked just to be sure.
“Yes~. You don’t need to save dinner for me, or keep the gate unlocked. I’ll be home tomorrow.”
That smile of his burned into Vox’s brain, made him run on autopilot for the rest of the day, which meant he couldn’t do anything properly and ended up ordering fast food for the boys. He remembered Mysta ordered thirty quid worth of food from some fancy store and he said nothing about it.
His brain spun so bad that Vox need to crack a beer to calm it down. When his mind is clear enough, it was 2 AM. He was on the call with someone to help deal with his bottled-up emotions when his door cracked open and Ike appeared.
His eyes were wet and his face flushed with frustration.
“Ike! What happened?” He immediately left the call. Was he hurt? Physically or emotionally? Who did he need to erase from the Earth’s surface?
Ike grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and buried his face into it. It took a while for the boy to start sobbing openly. He sounded in pain, his fingers dug into his brother’s back and he squeezed him till it hurt. But Vox’s heart felt the ache instead because Ike hasn’t cried for a long time he couldn’t remember exactly when anymore. He returned Ike an embrace as tight as his. They stood there, unmoving, the only sound was Ike’s light whimpering, his body trembled. Until the boy’s breathing sounded stable enough, he gently stroked his back and started.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want to talk about it?”
Ike shook his head and wordlessly pushed him further toward his bed, his foot flipped the door shut.
“Ike?”
“…Do you still find me beautiful?”
“Of course I do. You’re beautiful. Never listen to anyone who tells you otherwise-.”
“Then fuck me, comfort me,” his slender frame towered over him, he looked down on Vox with puffy red eyes and a running nose. The look should be pathetic on someone else but it’s his precious brother, he would be cute no matter what.
But that wasn’t the point.
“W-what? That isn’t how we should heal the pain. And also, we are brothers!” He shuttled in shock.
To answer him, Ike snickered. His voice hoaxed from the cry.
“But that didn’t stop you from getting hard earlier today, right?
“N-no, I-.”
“No need to explain, I already knew. Your regular one-night-stand told me in person. Apparently, you called my name when you fucked her?”
For once in his life, Vox “AKUMA” couldn’t form a word. He could lie through his teeth like usual but the flash in Ike’s eyes told him the boy would see through it.
“I’m right here, you don’t need to call her or anyone anymore. I also hate having strangers walk around in our home at night.”
So he knew. Not only about his nightly guests but also about the sick feeling toward his own sibling. And the secret is that because of the latter that he has the former. Ike climbed on his lap and nuzzled his jaw like a spoiled kitten. He whispered to Vox's ear in a sensual, breathy voice while his arms circled the man’s neck.
“I can only trust your love now, big brother.
“Only you can treat me properly for what I deserve, right?
“Your praises hit different, I like it.
“Brother...
“Vox...♡”
The last thing Vox remembered was he dug his tongue into Ike’s mouth, and then he woke up with his brother naked in his arms, breathed softly on his nape and made tiny flute-like sounds. It was two months later.
Nothing really changed. Their days went on like usual, and maybe even the nights. Ike stayed in his room writing most of the time. Vox himself was busy with the life of a streamer. Sometimes, when the boy finished his manuscript early, he went to join Vox in the kitchen, and if their brothers weren't there, he would give him a peck on the lips
and asked with a low voice.
“Do you have streams tonight? Can I come over?”
Whether he was occupied or not, Vox will always welcome the boy into his bed. They just cuddled for warmth some times.
and any the other times, they have sex. Ike was very eager about that, even. It was his joy to break his older sibling's cool demeanor and reduced him to an oversized puppy.
Vox ran his fingers through the ash-gray locks and found the smell of his shampoo on the boy’s hair. It was a bit too old for his age, but not unpleasant. Still, Ike suited the sweet, flowery kind more. He squeezed his brother one last time before pushing himself out of the bed with sheer mental power. Ike was forever the heavy sleeping child and usually sleeps in till noon. He could stay.
Back to the present, was that the main reason why he is in this situation? Kind...of...? Eight minutes before the stream and Ike stirred awake. Vox paid him no mind because they all knew the rules when he streamed. Ike would quietly leave like he usually did.
Unless...?
He heard the rustle of the boy looking for his clothes - a pretty piece of sleeping dress with a pantie. Can’t describe how much it turned him on last night. There were light tap tap sounds of his bare feet on the wooden floor. Suddenly, Vox received a kiss on the temple, tiny hands sneaking down his open shirt.
“Good morning, brother.” Ike sounded sleepy as he showered him with kisses down the side of his face.
“Baby, I’ll start the stream in eight minutes.“
“Eight?” He hummed with a hint of amusement. “It will be enough.
“I want your dick right now.”
As quick as a little cat, Ike crawled into his lap and already reached for his waistband. Whatever the older man was going to say stuck in his throat at the sight of Ike fitted perfectly under his table. The boy’s hazed eyes brighten when he freed the prize that he wanted.
His tongue lathed across the length of Vox’s member till it wet. He moaned around it as he pushed the gigantic thing down in his tight throat. He gagged, Vox has to pet his newly-washed hair to coax the boy to take it easy. Pulling back to suck the tip, he caressed - with full of love - the barbell that pierced the underside of his member. Vox let out a heavy sigh, his head fell back against the gaming chair while his hand played with the boy’s earlobe and his pen nip earring.
“You are so hard,” Ike giggled, kissed the crown. His tongue swept around the head, lapped up the dribbled precome. “All because of me.”
“I am. Do you feel proud?”
Ike hummed, mouthing at his length, lavishing it with kisses as he nipped at the skin gently.
The waiting room switched the screen but no music was played because nobody moved or snapped out of the floaty feeling that embraced them both. Only until Oni Giri DM him on the Discord chat that Vox realized and fix the problem. But Ike, he didn’t seem like he cared one bit.
“Kitten~, you planned this, were you?” His foot nudged lightly at the boy’s cunt through the sleeping garment. It made him moan.
“B-brother...♡”
“Very well, you could stay if you serve me well and keep quiet.”
Ike let out small whimpers from his throat and stayed down obediently. His mouth stretched obscenely wide around Vox’s length. Drool dripped from the corner of his swollen lips. Ike warmed his cock with fervent attention, eyes half-lidded with lust and fingers curled into his brother’s pajama pants. He stirred, mewing softly at Vox petting his hair.
Turning to his audience, the streamer names Vox “AKUMA” started with a large smile. “Good morning, everyone. How are you all? Today, we are gonna play Genshin!”
.
Thank fuck he is playing a kid game and not something horribly hard. Because he is horribly hard. Ike lays his head on Vox’s thigh, settling down after feeling satisfied with all the inconvenience that he caused. The boy seems to doze off again. He still does swallowing motions occasionally, though. It makes the older man distracted and missed a team rotation or two but he manages it. Even so, with whatever horny shits that he says to the chat, he is surprised that Ike didn’t feel bothered.
Running around and farming the materials for thirty minutes is enough, it’s time to start the storyline. The dialogues are incredibly long and wordy but they will buy him sometimes.
The moment the NPCs start talking, Vox mutes himself and tangles his fingers into Ike’s hair. It snaps the boy right out of his trance. Leaf-green eyes look up at him with full consciousness. With one hand pressing the Next button to run the texts, his other hand guiding Ike’s head to bob up and down on his cock.
Vox moans, brushing back the grey bangs to watch how wide that little mouth stretches. And then he fucks in deeper, filling Ike’s throat to the brim and settles there. The boy’s eyes water, spit overflows from his mouth. It only makes Vox ruts harder until he makes that throat bulge. All the while, Ike closes his eyes and focuses on meeting every thrust with a swirl of his tongue.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Vox breathes.
Ike purrs at the praise, rubbing his wet pussy against his brother’s foot. Vox feels waves of pleasure crash over him as he sinks into that smart, warm cavern again and again. Just when he is close to the edge, Vox pulls out to come all over Ike’s face and hair. The boy groans, sounds a bit frustrated.
Collecting himself and turning back to the stream, Vox “AKUMA” continues the game as if his face isn’t bright red and has his baby brother licking cum off them under the table. Ike drags his tongue up and down his cock, lapping, sucking at the tip to clean all the droplets. He also did not shy away from giving some love to the balls. For a minute, Vox couldn’t turn his eyes away from the boy. He is struggling to fit those into his mouth without having a cock slap to his face. Only when the chat is full of freezing emojis that Vox realize how long did he zone out. Briefly turning back to Ike, he sees the boy flashes a drunk smirk at him.
He opens wide and shows his big brother his clean oral cavity.
“You are perfect for me, you know that?”
.
Having enough of his fun, Ike stands up and quietly retreats to their bed. Vox hears faint rustles of books from the bedside table, then the sounds of flipping papers. The boy is reading books, or is pretending to, considering he was not able to come a moment ago.
“If you dare to touch that pussy without my permission, I will spank you,” he casually warns.
“Try me, like you could do anything while stuck in that chair.”
Ike huffs and turns back to his book. From the corner of his eye, the man could spot the baby blue pillow that Ike puts between his legs and the deep red one that he is burying his face into. His slender body twists into an uncomfortable posture for his hip to grind into the pillow. The dip of his tight ass is noticeable from Vox’s seat. The memory of that bottom last night, clad in a string pantie flashes through his head making him dizzy again. Leaf green meets gold, but their hands continue with their respective jobs - punching keys and flipping papers.
Ten...twenty...thirty minutes later, when there are audible hitched sounds from the bed and more creaky noises of the cushion, Vox announces a toilet break. “We will come back in five. You all should also visit the bathroom.”
Ike did not acknowledge him when the man comes to the bed. Only until Vox puts his weight on him, having his arm cages him that the boy decides to drop his book.
“Aren’t you going to the toilet?”
“I have a more important matter that I need to deal with.” He lightly slaps the buttcheeks just because they are within his reach. It’s cute looking at them bouncing. Ike raises his eyebrows at him, clearly unimpressed.
“In five minutes?”
“Trust me, I only need that much,” he says as he flips the boy over and tosses the pillow over his shoulder. There is a hint of wetness on it. “Didn’t I tell you to not touch it?”
Vox brings an open hand down and smacks the cunt that is presenting to him. It makes Ike screams in that metal voice of his and for a second, Vox is afraid they will wake the whole house. He pushes two fingers into that soaking hole, it then quickly increases to three. The boy’s hip naturally gravitates to fuck himself on the man’s fingers. Vox grins, his favorite pussy is still soft and welcoming since their last playtime.
“You ask why I only need five minutes to deal with you?
“Well, what else do I need to waste time on when you are this ready to be taken?”
His cock is already so thick and veiny like he hasn’t come off his mind half an hour ago. He rubs it against his brother’s ass and cunt, teasing the folds with the dripping tip and the piercing. It shuts the boy’s mouth immediately. The difference in their sizes makes him go from feeling intimidated to extremely hard. Every.Fucking.Time. But that’s why Ike is so perfect for it. Hands on the soft back of his knees, Vox lines up and slowly pushes in. Ike’s entire being moves with it, his hip shifts, struggles to accommodate the intrusion as the man slides in without pausing. He fucks Ike in deep, steady thrusts; pulling out with just the tip inside before slamming back suddenly, dragging the small body back and forth by the impact of it. Their room is quickly filled with wet, filthy noises of skin against skin and their labor breathes.
“Ah~hahhhhh ♡♡♡♡♡. Brother...brother...” Ike whimpers. His inside throbs crazily like a part of his heart is allocated there.
“That’s very hot, kitten. But zip that pretty mouth of yours, please. We can’t let the neighbor know we have a slut in our house, can we?”
Vox keeps him in place by entangling their fingers and pins them on top of Ike’s head. Looking at the time, he decides to pick up the pace, hip pounds hard and thrusting his cock deep inside the boy. Ike bites his lips to hold back the cries but fails pathetically. Because Vox, without mercy, grinds into his sweet spot using the barbell and forces the noises to slip out of him. The older man’s hip stutters and hitches. He buries himself deep into Ike as he comes, which is also a conditional stimulus for the boy to follow suit. Ike’s orgasm is in the shape of an almost invisible twitch. But Vox knows his baby brother well, he keeps thrusting even when white fluid overflows Ike’s wet cunt and leaks out along with his juice. Until Ike is over-sensitive and yanks his ponytail.
They lie there, exchange kisses while Vox is still inside him, plugs him, warms himself, whatever the nasty things the man could use to describe it. It takes a while but they finally remember.
“I thought your toilet break is five minutes.”
“Oh! Eh…well, I can always tell them that I have a huge dump. A fight for my life, gentlemen, in the bathroom.”
The man laughs and untangles themselves.