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“What do you actually want, Nai?” Vash asks, sweet as ever, “I’ll give it to you.”
Vash has him on his knees, spread open. He’s been groping his ass over and over, watching pale palm imprints fade into solid blush. Nai’s hole is puffy, pink-red, open, inviting, but his mouth’s a hard, hissing line full of clenched teeth.
A loose line of metal supports his neck while humiliation tears through Nai’s resolve. They’ve been at this for hours. He's already dug moons into his new wood floors. He gets it. He just wants it to be over.
“You’re stubborn. Cute though,” Vash coos, “You, your noises, your pussy.”
Nai’s cock twitches in the air.
“Waitwaitwait, time out.”
“Too much?” He asks with a kind of care, attention fixed to Nai’s hole pulsing under his touch. Wisps of pale hair, slicked up and darkened from lube, slide with the slow stroke of his thumb, “sorry.”
Nai’s back aches, his throat hurts, but his ass keeps chasing after his brother’s hand. There’s never anything waiting for him. There’s nothing waiting this time either, but somehow it's worse.
Vash’s eyes burn holes into his skin.
“Please st—”
“You’re confusing me, Nai.”
Vash braces a forearm against Nai’s back sending his face straight into the floor. Worse than cold steel against skin, Vash’s fingers press back inside, rolling fully over his knuckles. Nai shudders, gasps, tries to run, but the pressure of his brother’s weight locks him in place.
“You want me to stop, then you don’t, and when I ask what you do want, you just make all these pretty little sounds and try to run away. Are you gonna fess up or do I need to get more creative?"
Nai has nothing to say. All he ever did was miss Vash and ask for some pussy.
“You gonna hold this shit over my head forever?” Nai barks, voice cracking.
“Yes.”
“What was I supposed to do? You don’t even answer my texts anymore!”
“How many pictures of your cock have you sent me this week, Nai? 20? 30?”
“That’s no—”
The slow retraction of Vash's fingers ends the conversation, sends streams of warm lube leaking over his balls.
It's fucking gross. Nai buries his frustrated moans and clear discomfort behind a bitten lip.
It works.
Almost.
“Please don’t do this to yourself, Nai.”
Nai’s cock drools a long thread of cum onto the floor, when Vash pushes back in and grinds against the spot he’s been attacking on his way deeper inside.
“No m—ah yeah, fuck Vash, stop. Okokokok. Stop. Please. Fuck.”
“Don’t see why I should rush,” Vash asks, “You spent all that time and energy and money to fly me here. Let’s have fun.”
“This isn’t fun!”
Vash moves deeper into Nai’s clenched walls, pets and coaxes them open ’til Nai’s body works itself into one long contraction.
“I— ah— st..,” Nai huffs, mouth full of spit, “you can do the strap or whatever, fuck.”
The wide muscles and fat of Nai’s back and waist squirm and tremble while he tries and fails to find the spots Vash just touched.
“Thanks for the permission, Nai.”
Nai’s babbles descend into groans of defeat. All it takes is a little twitch in both hands make his balls clench, release and clench again.
His breathing crests.
Vash severs it at the root — yanks his head off the floor, unfolds his body, and takes Nai’s back into his chest.
Nai makes a pathetic, strained yelp clawing at the front of the collar.
“Oh, that’s a new one,” Vash comments, pressing his mouth into his brother’s cheek. It comes away sweaty, salty with tears.
“God, just fuck me, if you’re gonna fuck me.”
“Where? Or do I get to pick a hole?”
“Don—“
The chain rattles. Vash shifts inside of him.
“My pussy,” Nai grits out.
“You were talking all that shit earlier, but I can’t even get a full sentence now?”
His entire body’s on fire. Thin, weak bands of cum start to leak onto his stomach.
“Please fuck my pussy,” Nai begs through a tight, prolonged cry, “please, Vash.”
“Good boy! Can you walk yourself? I want my hand back.”
Getting yanked around sounds as fun as giving Vash another way to destroy his capacity for inner peace. But he’s also a little scared of him— knows if he missteps, Vash will find a reason to make this worse.
So he nods.
“Say ah.”
Vash slips the leather handle between Nai’s teeth. The pressure in his head diffuses instantly, turns his brain to mush.
Fingers still squirm inside of him, and he lets them. It’s not like he can stop it from happening anyway.
Vash will do whatever he wants. Nai will cope.
Vash only strokes at his heaving chest.
Nai turns his face away when his sinuses start to burn and his throat stiffens. Of all this, that’s the thing that takes him past the point of embarrassment? What a fucking joke.
“You said you’d do anything for me, right Nai?”
Nai sniffles.
“Crawl, bark, die etc etc”
Sniffles again.
“And while you were making all those promises, did you ever ask yourself if you could actually follow through? Or were you expecting to talk me down when I got here?”
Nai steels himself against the sensation of Vash shoving his scrawny hand underneath the collar to rub at his raw skin.
He shakes his head. His teeth dig into the leather.
“Okay,” Vash chirps, “If you wanna be a hole, I'll make you a hole, but... you’ll need at least two more fingers to fit my dick.”
Nai breaks out in a cold sweat.
“You didn’t see my texts?”
Vash makes a wide circle with his thumb and index in front of Nai’s face.
“I can’t….”
“Of course you can. You asked so nicely.”