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Riddle knows.
He’s known for years. Trey’s secret. He’s known since the first time their skin touched.
They’d been up in the treehouse in Trey’s backyard. Couldn’t have been more than thirteen years old. Trey’s hand was dug past the waist of Riddle’s shorts, fingers pruning on Riddle’s wet clit. Watching with his breath held and his dick hard in his own shorts while Riddle melted against the pine board wall. His legs spread, one shoe untied. Face so hot it matched his hair in color. His nipples hard, poking through his thin cami.
“T-Trey,” Riddle panted a whine. Short nails slightly pierced Trey’s forearm in his grip. Trey swallowed around the lump in his throat that made it hard to breathe. He fiddled with the glasses on his face and ignored the drops of sweat at the back of his neck.
“Don’t… Don’t call me Trey.” The green haired boy bit his bottom lip, his face as red as Riddle’s by now. “I’m your nii-san.”
Trey was always a great older brother and a great friend. He always took care of Riddle back then. Still does, even now. They’ve known each other for so long, so it’s normal, it really is. For Riddle to call him Nii-san.
Only, Riddle doesn’t address Trey as such anywhere except the bedroom.
A kink . That’s what it is. Riddle knows about Trey’s kink. He’s probably half the reason it’s such a big part of Trey’s sex life now. Riddle never once questioned it, back when they were younger and he’d brought it up. Neither of them were aware of what they were doing then. He didn’t think much of it at the time. But as do most things, Trey’s kink developed.
Eighteen now, and the growing man’s a sucker for the whole “Step bro, I’m stuck!” porno trope. Riddle’s fallen victim to many dryer accidents that have resulted in Trey’s cock in his cunt. Somehow meant to un-stuck him.
This is tame, though. Compared to the path they’re going. Trey wanted role play.
It’s Saturday, so of course no one has class. Trey’s working on a new cake recipe he’s never tried before in the Heartslabyul kitchen. He smiles when Riddle enters.
“What are you doing, Nii-san?” Riddle looks a bit nervous. This is quite new for both of them. Trey’s just happy Riddle told him he’d give it a try without too much convincing.
“Making a delicious cake for my beloved otouto.” The older boy puts a dollop of chocolate on his finger and holds it out to Riddle, “Try it.”
Riddle repeats the name “otouto” in his head over and over to try and see if he likes it. He’s not sure, but he can tell just by looking at Trey that he’s into this. Riddle steps closer, tilts his head up to reach Trey’s finger before wrapping his lips around it. The chocolate is welcoming on his tongue. He sucks Trey’s finger clean in one go.
“It’s yummy,” Riddle smiles a cute smile, one that’s won Trey over for years. Trey returns his smile and places a hand on Riddle’s shoulder, “Want to help me out?”
Riddle nods silently, let’s himself be guided toward the counter and mixing bowl by Trey’s hand. He stands with his back to Trey, watches as the older takes Riddle’s hands in his own.
“Folding the ingredients properly is very important here.” Trey continues to guide Riddle’s movements, gently helping the boy move the wooden spoon in hand. Riddle becomes rather focused in what he is doing momentarily, only pulled from his thoughts when Trey’s front meets his back.
“Just like that. You’re doing so well,” his lips are at the back of Riddle’s ear now. Riddle shudders under his breath. His back stiffens when he feels the hardened bulge of Trey’s trousers meet his behind. “Nii-san,” Riddle gasps.
“Hmm?” Trey’s hands move up and down Riddle’s arms. Soft kisses line the boy’s nape. “Want to help nii-san with something else?” One hand reaches down to Riddle’s stomach, pulling the boy closer to himself. “W-What about the cake?” Riddle turns his head enough to look up at Trey, big silver eyes dewy. “It can wait,” Trey leans down to catch Riddle’s lips in his own.
“Ah-“ Riddle’s face warms, not used to showing affection in public. No one else is in the kitchen luckily, but the threat of anyone walking in is still looming in Riddle’s mind. Trey grips Riddle’s wrist, forcing the boy to drop the wooden spoon he held. His hips grind into Riddle’s backside. “Trey, wait-“ Riddle pants.
A “tch” clicks between Trey’s teeth. “Riddle-chan,” the honorific makes the dorm head feel light headed, “Try again.”
Riddle turns where he stands, his face tucked into Trey’s shirt. He peeks up through his lashes, not missing the way Trey’s cock twitches against him. “Nii-san. What if someone sees?” Trey’s hand rests in the back of Riddle’s hair, “I won’t let them. No one will know.” Riddle nods quietly, lets Trey kiss him again.
“You’re so little, Riddle-chan, you’ve hardly grown. When we stand like this, no one can even see you in front of me.” Trey slips one hand to the front of Riddle’s shorts the way he’s done for so long. Riddle’s knees go weak at his touch, “Nii-san.” Another gasp. He watches Trey’s throat bob, probably holding in some sultry noise that would let on how easily he comes undone because of Riddle.
Trey’s at his neck, then, mostly hiding his face while feverish kisses follow down to Riddle’s collarbone. Warm pants dampen Riddle’s skin. The hand in Riddle’s shorts dip under his panties to reach his warm clit. Riddle holds onto Trey’s shoulders to keep himself upright. “I need to fuck you,” Trey rasps, his free hand stretching the neck of the shirt Riddle has on so he can bite at his shoulder. He adds with a laugh, like he knows how fucked he is, “Riddle-chan~”
Riddle whimpers softly and helps Trey undo his trousers so he can free his hard cock. Pulls the zipper down, gulps when he finds no boxers blocking Trey’s arousal. Trey let’s out a sigh of relief before turning Riddle back toward the counter swiftly. He pushes the cake project to the side and lifts Riddle up until he’s bent over the counter.
Flour and sugar stick to the skin of Riddle’s arms. He bites down on his lip, arching his back invitingly. Trey shuffles his pants down enough so that the zipper doesn’t nick him or Riddle. He grabs Riddle’s shorts next, shucking them down to his ankles dangling mid-air.
A breathy moan leaves Trey’s lips at the sight of the wet patch on Riddle’s panties. He leans in to put his tongue on it, his nose brushing between Riddle’s cheeks. Riddle makes a sound louder than he meant, not expecting Trey to put his mouth on him. Trey groans into the fabric, tongue swiping along the barrier stopping him from fully tasting Riddle’s heat. He spreads Riddle with his hands to earn a peek at the ripe cunt under Riddle’s panties.
“Gods- Trey-” Riddle pants. A firm crack lands on Riddle’s bum, a red hand print in its wake. “N-Nii-san! Nii-san-!” Riddle whines, clenches on nothing. “Please,” his thighs shake.
Trey’s over his back, then, his length resting where Riddle wants him most. Hot, staining his panties with precum. Trey grinds against the damp area and nips at Riddle's ear, “Do you need nii-san’s cock, Riddle-chan?” Riddle huffs, nodding his head. Small hands grip the other end of the island they rest on. He turns his head to look at Trey over his shoulder. Pouts the way he knows Trey likes, “Fuck me, Nii-san.”
Trey’s ears go bright red. He leans back up and shoves Riddle’s panties to the side before his heavy tip breaches Riddle’s entrance. “Ghn-” Riddle grits. Trey slowly eases the tip of his cock in and out of Riddle’s body. He shudders above him, accidentally letting more of his cock feed into Riddle than he intended. With a breath, “Gods,” he leans back down so he can whisper into Riddle’s ear, “You just love your nii-san’s cock, don’t you?” The rest of his length slides into Riddle with no resistance.
Riddle’s jaw drops against his arm, his back stiff in it's arch. “So full,” he gasps, “Love-love Nii-san’s c-cock.” The words are filthy. Unmannered. The Queen of Hearts never did anything like this. Trey smiles against his scalp, reaching under the younger boy to put his hand at his lower stomach. “I know, baby,” he withdraws his hips just slightly before rocking forward again, his balls nuzzled against the fabric of Riddle’s panties. Thumping against the boy’s clit. Riddle becomes liquid against the counter, his cheek on the cold metal while sugar brushes his skin.
“Nii-san loves your pussy, Riddle-chan,” Trey moans, the pace of his hips doubling. He grabs Riddle’s ass in both hands, spreading him so that he can watch his cock slide in and out of Riddle’s heat. The smack of his hips against Riddle’s skin is dulled by the white cloth between them. Riddle makes little punched out moans under him each time Trey’s dick reaches his deepest parts.
“You’re so warm,” Trey breathes, his forehead resting at the center of Riddle’s back. He puts his hand up Riddle's shirt to hold his skin. Feels the little ribs, mouths at the back of Riddle’s neck and starts up an even harder thrust of his hips. “Fuck, Riddle,” he groans again, “I’m not gonna last. Your pussy is so fucking good- so good on my cock. Shit, call me Nii-san– Make me cum, Riddle-chan!”
Riddle swallows on a dry throat, “Y-Yes, Nii-san. Fill me… your little brother… fill me up.” He bites hard on his lip, reaching back with one hand to hold himself open.
Trey loses it. He moans loud into the empty kitchen, chanting nonsense while his balls draw up with his orgasm. “S-shit! Yes, fuck, gonna fill your fucking pussy so much. Such a slutty little brother-!” He spills hot inside Riddle’s cunt. Thrusts brutally into him, driving his cum deep. He slows down gradually until his hips are still against Riddle’s bum.
Riddle pants against the countertop, condensated breaths fogging the grey steel. His entrance twitches and clenches around Trey’s cock, so close to coming himself. “Mmm~” Trey hums as he comes down. “Fuck, you’re going to make me hard again, Riddle-chan.” He begins to pull out. “Or is that what you want?” Trey grins.
A squelch sounds when Trey’s length leaves Riddle’s hole. Rushes of cum and slick follow it. Trey falls to his knees, holding onto Riddle’s thighs while he eats Riddle’s cunt as if he were starving. Riddle cries out, grabs a hold of Trey’s hair and grinds against his face. “Oh, Trey,” he moans high in his throat.
Trey has to look up to reach Riddle. His glasses fog with his breaths and the warmth of Riddle’s skin. Softened length hanging out of his pants. He laves his tongue in circles on Riddle’s clit to feel the boy shake. Two thick fingers go in easy. Riddle whines into his arm to muffle himself. Trey sucks and tugs at the folds while shoving his fingers toward the sweet spot inside him.
A hot yearning feeling swells in Riddle’s stomach. He pulls on Trey’s hair, “Trey… mn. Please.” Trey smiles into his cunt and adds a third finger just before Riddle stills, his hole tight on Trey’s fingers as he cums. His body goes lax, twitching here and there. Trey sucks him through it, his fingers moving slow and gentle against his walls. When he’s done he pulls the three out, admiring the pruned skin then sucking them clean in his mouth.
He stands to readjust his trousers. “You are so sexy,” he pulls Riddle's shorts up for him and takes Riddle in his arms, chest to back. Riddle’s feet still don’t touch the floor. “Did you like it?” Trey runs his hand over Riddle’s belly and kisses his cheek.
Riddle nods once. It’s definitely something he doesn’t know anyone else to enjoy. But Trey is sweet. Good to him. And Riddle doesn’t hate it, just doesn’t get him going like it does for Trey. Trey, though, gods. Riddle is dick-whipped. He can’t think of anyone else when he’s alone at night. Only his dependable vice dorm leader.
Trey sets the boy down and takes a look at the mess on the counter. He walks to the mixing bowl and scratches the back of his neck with a chuckle, “We may have let the batter sit too long, dorm head.”