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It had been a week since the... occurrence.
Since then, Kusuo had reverted to his usual routine of avoiding Kusuke.
Or, at least, attempting to.
Yet—as per usual—Kusuke was not having it.
Ever since he'd gotten a taste of what it felt like to finally have his little brother's body squirming and moaning beneath him, he'd been absolutely obsessed with the experience.
He craved it like a drug—an all-consuming fire that only his little brother could quench...
So, he'd made it his mission to make sure Kusuo didn't avoid him.
He refused to be ignored!
He'd been lurking around every corner—constantly showing up everywhere Kusuo went, constantly invading his space, constantly making sure the psychic simply could not go about his business in peace.
It was driving Kusuo mad.
Every time he turned around, all he saw was Kusuke.
Every time he tried to get a moment of peace, his brother would come barging in.
Every time he tried to think, all he ended up thinking about was—
Kusuke.
That blonde headed perverted bastard.
He never felt anymore hatred to him than now. Yet, he couldn't help but stifle his whimpers when he jerked off to the memories of that night...
It was ironic really—harbouring hatred towards the elder when he, too, was disgusting.
It only served to furl his wrath.
And Kusuke knew.
He always knew.
That smug, self-satisfied smirk never left his face as he watched Kusuo struggle—watched the way those violet eyes flickered away in shame when their gazes met, watched the slight hitch of breath whenever he stepped too close.
It was hilarious.
“ Ohhh?~ ” He cooed one evening as he leaned against Kusuo's bedroom doorframe—having let himself in without a single ounce of hesitation. “ Still thinking about me, my sweet little brother? Still remembering how good I made you feel? ”
His grin widened at the immediate flush on pink cheeks.
Kusuo’s jaw clenched with a force that'd have a lesser man's teeth shatter.
He looked up from his desk.
“ You really can't leave me alone, can you? ” he hissed. Kusuke shrugged, looking entirely unapologetic as he stepped further into the room.
“ I could. ” He admitted, his voice a low hum of amusement, “ But where's the fun in that? You're so adorable when you're all irritated and flustered. ”
He moved forward, taking great delight in the way those violet eyes tracked his every movement as he walked closer.
“ You're like an angry little kitten that I can't help but poke at. It's fun to watch you get all hot and bothered. ”
Kusuo let out a low, unconscious snarl.
“ You realise I can easily make you face consequences for your actions, right? ”
Kusuke's smile turned downright predatory, that smugness practically radiating off of him.
He came to a halt just in-front of the desk, leaning one hip against it as he loomed over the psychic sitting in his chair.
“ Oh? ” He purred, golden eyes gleaming as he reached down and lifted his little brother's chin up with a finger.
“ What kind of consequences, darling? ” He leaned down, and his voice lowered to a dangerous murmur. “ You going to put me in a time out? ” Kusuke's hand slid down from his little brother's chin, his touch almost tender as he cupped his cheek instead.
He could see the way Kusuo's eyes darkened, and his smile curved in satisfaction.
“ You can't do a damn thing to me, baby.” His voice was soft, but the message was clear—no room for argument. “ Even if you used every ounce of your power against me, you'd still be helpless against me. ”
That's when Kusuo snapped.
He can take Kusuke's taunts.
He could take Kusuke's cock.
But one thing he despised—even from his pervert of a brother—was underestimation.
Within milliseconds, Kusuke was slammed onto the mahogany floors, finding himself in the very uncomfortable position of having his face pressed into the hardwood and a very firm weight pinning him down from behind.
He let out a grunt, his eyes narrowing as he twisted his head to get a better look at his little brother.
He should've been intimidated, or at least a little scared...
Instead, all he felt was arousal.
His voice was strangled as he choked out: “... Oh. ”
Kusuo grimaced in disgust at the choked moan.
“ No fucking way you're into this. ” he held back a mocking laugh
Kusuke's face flushed.
He'd been caught off guard—he hadn't realized he'd let that sound out—but he quickly composed himself once again, even as he still lay face-first on the floor.
He chuckled—a low, rough sound that rumbled through his chest and sent heat to his gut. He was helpless, at the complete mercy of his little brother... and it was making him ache.
“ And what if I am? ” He mused.
“ Well, that just makes this more fun. ” Kusuo leaned down to whispered, before ripping Kusuke’s pants into clean shreds.
Kusuke's breath hitched—his entire body going rigid as the fabric split beneath Kusuo’s hands.
He hadn't expected that.
The sudden chill of exposed skin, the sharp sting of his brother tearing at him so roughly... it sent a jolt straight to his already-hard cock, and he bit back another pathetic noise.
His face burned with humiliation—but also something much worse: desire.
“ Y-You little—!” His voice cracked in outrage (and something far more embarrassing).
“ I don't wanna hear shit, pain whore. ” Kusuo gritted his teeth, slamming Kusuke’s head down hard enough for his nose to crack against the surface.
Kusuke saw stars.
For a second, he was too dazed to even breathe—his vision swimming as blood trickled from his nose and dripped onto the floor beneath him.
But then… pain turned into something else entirely.
A sharp, burning heat coiled in his stomach as he realized what Kusuo had just called him—and how much worse that made this feel.
His body trembled with humiliation and arousal (and maybe a little bit of dizziness).
“ F-Fuck you...” He mumbled weakly against the wood—too wrecked to sound threatening anymore~♡
“ Oh, you did. ” Kusuo gripped Kusuke’s hips, pulling down his own pants to reveal his soft cock.
“ And now? I'm gonna show you how it felt. ”
Kusuke's eyes went wide—but for a very different reason.
He knew what was coming next, and he tried to struggle, tried to resist—to throw off his little brother's hold as he was forced down, made helpless...
But he couldn't.
He lay there, unable to stop it... completely at his brother's mercy.
He tried to speak—tried to spit out a defiant comment—but all that came out was a low, trembling whimper.
“ Wait...”
Kusuo spat on his hand, stroking himself to get erect.
To do so, he tried to tune out the unwanted thoughts of others and think of something else, something to get his blood rushing south. The weed? Teruhashi—oh fuck no—! The person writing this? Hmm... tempting. But. Maybe... coffee jelly?
Kusuke lay still, watching as Kusuo prepared himself with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
He didn't know which he was feeling more. He just knew he felt helpless, exposed... and, as disgusting as it was to admit, he was also feeling excited.
His mind was a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions, the words he'd just had thrown at him lingering in his head.
A low whine left him as he tried to squirm—but that only served to make it more obvious just how aroused he was~
That's when Kusuo used his telekinesis to tie Kusuke with his own belt, stuffing remaining bits of cloth into the blonde's mouth.
The feeling of being tied down should have made him struggle.
It should have made him feel panicked, terrified—helpless. His mouth should've filled with protests and curses—he should've tried to break free by any means possible.
Instead… His body went pliant, the fight draining out of him like it was being forced out of him by the mere weight of that violet gaze.
He couldn't move a single muscle, save for his ragged, shallow breathing… and he loved it.
Kusuo—seeing Kusuke all tied up and utterly slutty—felt his cock twitch.
He then yanked Kusuke by the hips, living himself up with Kusuke’s virgin entrance.
“ Tch. Here I thought you'd be more used up then a pornstar.
Good to know you have some dignity. ”
That was sarcasm.
Kusuke's entire body jolted as he felt the rough stretch—his back arching off the floor, a muffled cry ripping from his throat.
He hadn't expected that. Not after all of this teasing, not when he was so thoroughly at Kusuo's mercy... He should have been ready for it.
But no.
The sudden burn of being split open like this had him seeing stars all over again—his vision whiting out in pure sensation~♡
His fingers clawed helplessly at nothing as if begging for something to hold onto (as if there was anything left to cling to).
Kusuo’s pace was inexperienced, yet so strong from his superhuman strength that Kusuke felt he was going to break.
Every brutal thrust sent a shockwave of pain-pleasure through his body, and he was left gasping—his vision swimming as Kusuo bottomed out with enough force to make his spine arch like a bowstring.
He didn't know whether to cry or moan—whether to beg for it to stop or more—because all he could do was lie there, helpless and trembling beneath the psychic's weight~♡
His muffled cries were pathetic things now.
“ F-fuck... can you—argh—ever s-shuuut up?! ” Kusuo panted between thrusts, one hand holding Kusuke’s hip while the other pushed his head down against the floor.
Kusuke's muffled cries continued, and he couldn't help it, he couldn't make them stop, the heat building inside him and the need coursing through his body and—
“ S-silence! ” Kusuo snapped, his voice ragged as he tried to keep the harsh rhythm.
Despite what he'd said, he wasn't actually angry—rather, the constant sounds that fell from Kusuke's gagged mouth were driving him insane.
He couldn't think, not with those muffled moans ringing in his ears and the way his brother lay beneath him, trembling and whimpering and so damn perfect~
He had to make him shut up. He had to make Kusuke his.
He reached up, digging his fingernails into that soft, pale skin so hard that it would definitely leave marks.
He leaned down until their bodies were flush, lips brushing against the shell of his brother's ear.
“ You're mine. ”
He murmured that now-familiar phrase, voice a husky whisper that was more like a growl... and he bit down on the sensitive flesh of that pale neck.
He wanted to mark him. He wanted Kusuke to bear those marks.
Kusuke whined—his body jolting just from the heat of Kusuo's breath against his skin. He was so overwhelmed—by the way he was being taken so roughly, by the way those words were being whispered to him in a voice so low it felt like a growl....
He felt like he was going to cry.
His head was spinning—his thoughts were a hazy, incoherent mess—all but a single phrase, repeated over and over in his mind:
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Kusuke's entire body locked up—his back arching violently as pleasure exploded through him like a supernova.
He didn't even realize he was crying, the tears mixing with spit and blood on his face as he choked on muffled sobs—too much, too much~♡
But Kusuo wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
His hips snapped forward one final time—burying himself to the hilt as his own release painted Kusuke’s insides in hot streaks of claim~
Kusuke's body trembled—shuddering uncontrollably like he'd been electrocuted until he lay completely still, eyes glazed and unfocused.
His mind was an empty static.
His throat was raw with moans and tears and he couldn't even breathe, could only gasp as he lay there, utterly spent, feeling the heat and the burn and the humiliation….
He felt dirty.
But something in him craved it.
That thought was the most terrifying part of it all.
He knew he enjoyed it. He knew he needed it.
And when Kusuo finally pulled away, panting and trembling, Kusuke nearly sobbed, wanting to beg him to come back, wanting to whine and plead…
He felt ruined.
And he wanted to be ruined more. ♡