Good Intentions Ch. 05

But as much as Brian would have loved to be sucked off, tonight wasn't about him. Like all the previous nights this week, this was for Quinten's sake, for his enjoyment, with tonight being even more so than usual. Unlike Cal, he had no intention of disappointing the most important person in his life.

He climbed up the rest of the way and had to dissuade Quinten's outreached hands by shoving him onto his back and pining his shoulders down for a few moments for him to get the hint that he needn't have to move. Quinten, miraculously, didn't protest and lay there demurely, his curls spread attractively across his pillow.

Brian licked his lips, contemplating the morsel before him. "Do you trust me?"

Quinten smiled, simple and pure. "Always."

The next sound to pop out of his mouth was a garbled mess as he was then grabbed under the knees and bent back until his ass was elevated off the bed. Brian wasn't sure if Quinten was flexible enough for his knees to go over his head, but the teen didn't complain as they settled against his shoulders, the position naturally opening his cheeks and giving Brian a magnificent view of his little pink bud. Going by the dewy look in his eyes, Quinten was into what was going on no matter what position he was in.

Brian let go of him to grab one of the spare pillows he'd brought over days ago and stuffed it underneath his brother's lower back, helping prop him up higher and hopefully lessen some of the strain. With that done, he surveyed the overall view with mounting hunger. Quinten stared back from between his legs, his arms hooked underneath his bent knees to better hold position. He looked cautiously optimistic and so much tinier that Brian couldn't help but feel like a big, bad wolf scheming to gobble him up. Which, ironically enough, was exactly what he had in mind.

Settling a hand against Quinten's left asscheek, Brian leaned over his prone body to lick between his lips, his heavy cock resting on top of Quinten's and drooling precum directly onto his stomach. Quinten responded enthusiastically, a cute moan bubbling out of him as Brian thumbed at his anus. Once Quinten's lips were damp with saliva and swollen from nibbles and sucks, Brian disengaged, his own lips tingling. They shared a smile, and like clockwork Quinten tilted his head back, offering his throat to Brian, who couldn't help but feel giddy that they had built up a routine.

He took the offering but kept it short with a chaste kiss on the throbbing vein pumping blood throughout his body, the scent of the cologne begging him to stay for a little while longer. As much as he wanted to leave yet another mark of ownership on his brother, Brian pulled away, pressed matching kisses to his knees then treated each nipple to an eager suckle. Quinten fidgeted, his chest puffing out as Brian trailed downward with parted lips and a probing tongue. It was a bit more intimate than normal, but Brian figured that Quinten had been let down enough tonight. A little extra nuzzling and attention wouldn't go remiss.

Upon reaching the bit of spent they both contributed to pooling in Quinten's naval, Brian lapped it up without hesitance, the subtle differences between their flavors making his cock twitch fitfully between his thighs. He moaned his pleasure and went lower to wrap his lips around the head of his brother's cock without giving it a passing thought, where he sucked out a morsel of precum and rolled it around in his mouth, savoring its sweeter tang before swallowing it with a pleased sigh. The whole time Quinten watched him with a peculiar look on his face, almost as if he was still struggling to believe that someone wanted anything to do with his semen or penis. After they enjoyed themselves, Brian would have to have another talk with him and actually get down to the bottom of everything concerning his boyfriend; nothing about that was normal in a healthy, sexual relationship.

Brian continued bowing his head down lower to playfully swipe at each teste, then kissing one asscheek then the other, he placed his hands over where his mouth had been. Flicking his eyes up to make sure Quinten was watching, he stuck his tongue out and tentatively swiped the rim of his anus.

Quinten jolted, surprise written comically all over his face. As much as Brian would have loved to laugh, he kept his humor to himself and repeated the action with more confidence, earning himself a whiny oh fuck for his efforts. His face began to burn as Quinten clamped onto his bottom lip, his eyes swirling with lust and sheer disbelief. Truth be told, licking his brother's ass wasn't anything Brian had ever envisioned himself doing, but he was here now, and he couldn't deny that it was quite the turn on for the both of them.

With that initial hurdle crossed, Brian quickly lost himself in the act of rimming his younger sibling, finding a perverse enjoyment in the spongy, wrinkled texture of his anus against the rough surface of his tongue. This up close, he was privy to every little pucker and twitch, and as he switched from gentle swirls to broad lapping and everything in between, Quinten struggled to hold back from crying, his expression openly devastated in the cutest way possible. Brian refrained from reaching for his neglected cock to give it some relief, choosing instead to keep up the assault by reaffirming his grasp on Quinten's asscheeks to shove them further apart, which had the desired effect of opening his hole. Moaning lewdly, he fit his mouth entirely over it and traced his tongue over and around the stretched skin before darting it inside and lapping tenderly at his fleshy walls.

Quinten's legs shot up from where they were folded, his socked feet reaching for the ceiling, his face taking on such a horny look that Brian nearly came right then and there. He lowered his eyes in a futile effort to control himself and nodded his head closer, pushing further inside.

"Oh, please-" His voice quivering and broken and absolutely the sexiest thing Brian had ever heard, Quinten managed a few coherent words in between his keening moans, words that turned Brian's thoughts into static. "Please fuck me..."

Brian jerked his tongue, pulling out a strangled moan from his poor brother, whose head flew back against his pillow, his throat convulsing as his sphincter clamped around Brian's tongue and tried yanking it further inside.

"Ngh, Brian! I can't, I can't, I can't! I need your cock, pleeassse!"

It's nothing new. The same ol' script spoken by the same ol' actor.

And yet, Brian is done.

Quinten gasped wetly as Brian withdrew, his face flushed with heat while his winking hole dripped with saliva. He watched through blurry eyes as Brian wrenched open the bedside table hard enough to remove the drawer from its tracks and retrieve the lube, the light green ring around his pupils all but dissolved into a void.

Brian knew he was quickly losing control of the situation as he poured a generous pile of the gel in his palm and touched his dick for the first time all evening, coating it until it was shiny and slick, the sweet scent of artificial berries barely phasing him anymore. He felt outside of himself, like an entirely different person as he swung Quinten's knees back over his shoulders and curled around him, his wet mouth devouring Quinten's in a heated kiss, his tongue striving to touch his tonsils. Planting a hand down beside Quinten's head, Brian used the other to hold himself steady by the root, the tip of his cock sliding against his brother's slippery hole, pushing and pushing until all at once, the head popped in, making Quinten squeal against his lips and uselessly struggle.

Brian nearly gave into basic instinct, but through sheer force of will and an ongoing mantra of this is Quinten be gentle be gentle, he held back from losing all control as the glans in the head were squeezed by tender walls. Heat cascaded over his hunched back in a rush, his hips trembling with the desire to pound into the offered orifice. But he held his position, waiting patiently for Quinten to get better control of himself as the teen's body shook with tremors, then slowly, carefully, moved his hips forward. Quinten's fingernails latched onto his thighs like hooks, prompting Brian to lift his head, their kiss having long since gone slack. To his horror, tears were streaming down Quinten's cheeks with abandon, his nostrils rapidly flaring with how hard he was trying to control himself from calling out. What made it worse was that Brian was nowhere near close enough to the fat part of his cock.

"Oh, god, I'm hurting you," he mourned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Quinten blinked, sending fresh drops skittering down his face. "I-I'm okay," he tried to reassure him, but Brian wasn't buying it, not with the way he sounded all choked up about it.

"Don't lie to me, honey..."

"I'm not."

Brian wriggled, testing his theory, and wasn't surprised by the gasp and the way Quinten's body tried jumping away from him. Between them, his penis had gone soft, further spelling out his discomfort.

Appalling clarity hit Brian square in the face at that moment.

There was a reason why Quinten was reacting this way after having spent the past week effortlessly taking fingers or the dildo, and it wasn't just because Brian was big.

"Shit, I forgot to stretch you out first. I'm sorry, hold on-"

"N-no!" Quinten dug his heels into his back to keep him from leaving, his lips wobbling. "Please, don't pull out, not when- not when I finally get to... just give me a moment, I promise I'll be okay."

Brian wanted to believe him. He had to. Quinten was an adult; he wasn't stupid or in constant need of his hand being held. If he said he could do it, then Brian had to believe him. He had asked for Quinten's trust and now it was his turn to trust in his brother.

"Okay," he agreed. "But I'm serious, if it's too much, don't let me hurt you."

Quinten shakily smiled, the beauty of it making his pained tears look misplaced. "I want you, Brian, all of you. Even if it hurts."

Brian clenched his jaw, inwardly falling to tiny pieces at the realization that Quinten really was the best part of drawing breath each and every day. And just like that, he didn't feel like a piece of shit for taking his brother's virginity before his boyfriend could, because right there in front of him, Quinten was saying loud and clear how much he had wanted him to have it. He could cry, honestly, but he valiantly held his emotions back, saving it for another day.

He began pulling his hips back until the flared cockhead got caught in the outer ring of Quinten's sphincter. He waited a breath, and watching Quinten's face with laser focus, pushed back in. Quinten's front teeth bit into his bottom lip as his hole was stretched wider, not enough to draw blood but enough to where Brian knew it would leave a big indent. He stopped when he met some resistance, did a visual check to make sure Quinten was still breathing, then backed away.

A few more times at the same speed and Brian couldn't decide if this was heaven or hell. With every inch gained inside his brother's young, hot body, it felt like he had a million more to go. He wanted very badly to move, to hear the impact of their skin slapping together and their accompanying grunts, his primal urges begging him to act like an animal as he was enveloped in the best hug a human body could provide. This was torturous in every sense of the word.

"You're doing amazing, baby," Brian encouraged through clenched teeth. Quinten merely nodded, his eyes fixed downward, the rolled-up positioning of his body allowing him to watch his ass swallow up his brother's girthy penis, the way it stretched far beyond its limits blowing Brian's mind. "Simply. Fucking. Incredible."

Brian pressed their foreheads together, his breath coming out in controlled huffs. He honestly wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out with each little pulse surrounding his dick, but thanks to the lube and his overall patience, he was soon able to get a little over half of it inside Quinten's tight little hole, the lube providing enough slip for gentle, languid thrusts. At that point Quinten didn't seem to be in any sort of distress anymore and was even beginning to moan in pleasure with each shift of Brian's hips, and as Brian pressed in another victorious inch, Quinten jerked upwards to meet him, his hands tensing against his shoulder-blades as his rejuvenated cock dribbled precum up his hairless chest and onto his neck.

"Yes, that's it... good boy," Brian praised before rocking firmly against him, the resistance of Quinten's body melting away in one rolling wave. "That's it..."

Quinten shifted his head up, seeking out his lips. Brian tilted his head to properly kiss him, their tongues twined together as inch by glorious inch, Brian sunk his length fully inside of his precious brother, his pelvis flush with Quinten's upraised ass. He groaned, losing a bit of focus at feeling the heat of his skin against his scrotum, the clench of his brother's anal passage around his entire cock taking his breath away. It was more than words could ever say.

Gripping the edges of the pillow under Quinten's head between two fists, Brian languidly humped him before pulling back midway. Their eyes met as he held it for a few seconds before returning, smooth and easy like returning a blade to its scabbard. Quinten's body accepted him without fuss, the welcoming pull of his anal muscles turning his brain to mush. Groaning into their kiss, Brian repeated again and again, the creaking of the bed correlating in frequency with his movements, each thrust increasing in speed and length until at long last, he was properly fucking his brother.

Quinten scraped his blunt nails down Brian's thighs, his mouth slipping open to allow for whimpers and the occasional choked plea for more. Brian went for it, giving in to every little demand with sheer determination, whether he wanted it harder or faster or rougher. Whatever way Quinten chose, Brian aimed to please, his base primal urges finally satisfied as the rapid slapping of sweaty skin filled the humid room, their gasps and muttered curses mixing in with the squealing of the bed's box springs. He especially liked it when Quinten's knees bounced off of his shoulders with each thrust, sending the heels of his socked feet knocking and skittering down his back.

"Deeper, deeper!" Quinten begged as Brian fluttered his tongue around his throat in an effort to drink up the teen's cum, the taste of it like the sweetest ambrosia. "All of you, I need all of you!" With a slap his hands landed on Brian's ass, clutching and yanking as if Brian had been holding any of his length back.

In answer, Brian ran his tongue heatedly up Quinten's cheek then gripped the upper edge of the mattress, the simple readjustment putting his chest over Quinten's panting face, the teen's legs forced further back along with the forward momentum of Brian's shoulders. With his body stretched out more and his knees more firmly planted onto the bed, Brian had an easier time slamming his hips into his sibling's relaxed ass, his speed picking up exponentially until his muscles burned. Below him Quinten arched with a shout, his body jerking and his feet scrambling over Brian's back for purchase, the velvety slide of his socks feeling good.

"More! Deeper!"

"Holy shit," Brian blurted, "I can't give you any more!"

"Yes you can!" Quinten argued, outright screaming at him.

Brian grit his teeth in an effort not to laugh; how can one be so adorable and unreasonably demanding at the same time? Thinking quickly, he sat up, and grabbing his brother's trembling arms from where they lay crooked above his head, flung himself backwards until he was flat on his back. Quinten sat forward at a hunch, his hands smacking down on Brian's pectorals to catch himself while his legs spread out on either side of Brian's head, his face caught in a mixture of bafflement and arousal.

"Sit up," Brian commanded.

Quinten instantly obeyed, his shaky hands sliding from Brian's sweaty chest to settle on his pudgy stomach. A moan slipped free as he sat fully on his brother's cock, the desperate flexing of his sphincter around the root making his eyes go out of focus.

"Is that deep enough for you?"

"Ye-ES!" he shrieked as Brian planted his heels and shot his hips upward, making Quinten pop up and land with a smack against his balls.

Brian nodded, his hands encircling Quinten's waist as he resumed fucking upwards, the new position allowing his brother an easier time to contribute by riding him with increasingly faster bounces that forced short, high-pitched yips out of his slack mouth. His smaller cock, hard and leaking thick globs of cum down its ruddy length rhythmically thwacked against his stomach, the ballsack underneath happily flinging around. Mesmerized by the sight, Brian ran his palm up his dick, prompting his brother to shut his eyes and blindly grasp for his wrist, not to shove him off but to encourage him to keep touching. Brian did, his fingers curling in to wrap it in a loose fist, then matching the pace of their fucking, started stroking him off from root to tip.

"Oh god, Brian," Quinten exclaimed. He slammed himself down, drawing out a loud grunt from Brian that hurt his vocal cords, and began rocking his hips in a jerky back and forth motion. "I love you, I love you so much!" he wailed as his penis began to pulsate between Brian's sticky fingers.

Brian clenched his jaw, his other hand shooting up to brace on Quinten's chest in preparation. Quinten grabbed that hand, too, and set it on top of his wildly pounding heart, his dark, dark eyes staring down at Brian in narrow slits. Between one blink and the next, cum explode into his hand.

"Fuck," Brain eloquently stated at feeling his brother's orgasm ripple through him, from the way his balls drew up off his pelvis to the sinful tightening of his ass around his cock and the way his heart skipped an entire beat. His own eyes rolled upwards as his body bridged, shoving himself as deep inside of his brother as possible. The next sound he made would've made him blush in embarrassment, but he gave no thought to it now as he yelped, his muscles tensing, tensing, tensing until he began filling his brother up with cum.

"Aaah feels so goooood," Quinten slurred drunkenly, further turning Brian's brain to mush. "So hooot..."

"Yeah, so hot," Brian echoed, his voice strained, "all for you." He squeezed Quinten's ass with his free hand, the other gently pumping his brother's quivering shaft, his hips grinding against him in a bid to give him every last drop of his semen. "I love you so fucking goddamn much."

"Mmh..."

Eventually Quinten went limp, his shoulders sagging forward as he gulped in air, completely spent. Brian stared at him while attempting to catch his own breath, his body stationary other than the occasional twitch. He unwrapped his fingers from around Quinten's soft penis and brought it to his face, and with his brother blearily watching him, began cleaning it of the goopy, dripping mess, the sweeps of his tongue broad as he traced around the contours of his palm. Quinten licked his lips, and whether he intended it or not, Brian took it as an invitation.

Once he finished gathering every last drop, Brian pushed himself into a seated position and wrapped a hand around the back of his brother's head, bringing him forward for a deep, passionate kiss. Quinten moaned as they traded his warm cum back and forth, his arms encircling Brian's shoulders to tug him even closer. It went on for several long minutes even after they had swallowed away the semen, and when they reluctantly parted, they kept close, the tips of their noses rubbing together.

"That was..." Quinten started.