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Jusis is thinking about how to best prepare for his meeting with the owner of a renowned jewelry store, when he suddenly remembers that he had been talking to his brother, who is now looking at him with concern.
“I apologize, I was lost in thoughts. You were saying?” he says.
“Nothing of importance,” Rufus replies. “You should get some rest, you seem tired.”
“I was merely thinking of business,” Jusis protests. He doesn’t want Rufus to worry about him, especially over nothing.
“It’s not healthy for you to do nothing but work,” Rufus says, as though he didn’t spend most of the past decade and a half doing nothing but working. “Have you considered taking up a relaxing activity?”
Jusis sighs. Apparently they’re not leaving the topic alone. “I may have been forced to try out a few hobbies,” he admits. He has so many things to do that had been thinking of work the entire time, though. “Nothing changed. I should point out that I am perfectly fine, though,” he adds.
Rufus looks at him, clearly not believing him. Rude. After a few moments, something appears to come to his mind. “Have you tried masturbating?”
Jusis’ brain crashes to a halt.
“What?!” he exclaims. Surely he misheard?
“Sexual release might clear your mind in a way other physical activities cannot,” Rufus says, ignoring Jusis’ shock.
“I guess, it wouldn’t hurt to try?” Jusis says. He’s pretty sure his face is completely red. He had not expected Rufus nagging him about overwork to turn to sex. This isn’t a topic he’s used to speaking about with his brother, for obvious reasons.
“I hope you feel better,” Rufus says before leaving. Jusis shakes it all out of his mind, and goes back to work.
That night, as he tries to fall asleep, he can’t help but think back to Rufus’ words. After a while he gives up, and decides he might as well follow his advice. He reaches into his pants, and takes his dick out. It’s soft, unsurprisingly.
He takes some lube, and mechanically strokes himself until he’s hard. He keeps moving, not really craving release, he just wants to get it over with. After longer than he’d wish, he comes all over his hand.
The orgasm does clear his mind, but only for a few seconds. During that moment of mental silence, he wonders how Rufus would have done it, but the thought leaves quickly. He doesn’t feel any better than he had before, so he sighs and cleans himself up. He goes back to trying to sleep, which escapes him for far too long.
Jusis wakes up feeling decidedly unrefreshed. He gets ready and starts the day, far too early. It’s only when he comes across Rufus that he remembers what he did, and why. He can’t help but blush as he greets him.
“Hello as well,” Rufus says, amused. “Given the look on your face, might I take it that you followed my suggestion?” He seems entirely too smug about it.
“I did,” Jusis answers. “It only worked for a few seconds.”
“Pity,” Rufus says, disappointed. Suddenly, the thought he’d had as he came comes back, and Jusis can’t look at Rufus anymore, so he turns his head.
“Did you have an idea?” Rufus asks, no longer smug, merely curious.
Jusis nods. He still can’t look at him. Rufus stays silent as Jusis gathers his courage.
“I was wondering, how you would have done it,” he says in one go. There, it’s done. A few seconds pass, and Jusis has no idea how Rufus reacts since he still can’t look at him.
He hears footsteps, and Rufus standing right behind him. He wraps his arms around Jusis’ waist. “I’m always happy to help you,” he says. While Jusis is trying to figure out what that could possibly mean, Rufus softly kisses the side of his neck. The momentary contact makes everything in his head stop.
“Shall I see you tonight, then?” he continues. There’s only one thing that could mean, and as Jusis thinks about it, Rufus keeps going, gently pressing his lips on every available area of skin on that side of Jusis’ neck.
Finally, Jusis nods. Rufus releases him, and leaves him there. “Until then,” is the last thing he says. It takes some time for Jusis’ brain to turn back on long enough for him to go back to work.
Clearly, this might work.
Jusis approaches his room after considering his day to be over, and recalls what might be waiting in there. He pauses. He’s not actually sure what’s about to happen.
Given the context, it’s likely that Rufus will make him orgasm in some way. He’s never really thought about having his brother touch him sexually, but he’s not opposed, either. Since it was Rufus’ idea in the first place, he clearly also has no opposition. Will Rufus bring him off mechanically, for the sake of it, or will it be more sensual?
Likely the former, since this is just for Jusis to relax. Anyway, he won’t find out by staring at the door, so he pushes it open and steps in.
He finds Rufus lying on his bed, reading a book. Upon hearing Jusis, he puts the book down and stands up, smiling.
He goes up to Jusis and holds him gently. “Do you trust me, to take care of you?” he asks.
The words make Jusis feel very pleasant. He does, in fact, want Rufus to take care of him. He might as well follow his lead, so he nods. “Yes,” he says.
Rufus comes even closer, and kisses Jusis. He dives straight in, kissing him deeply before Jusis can react, until he slowly relaxes from his tense posture.
In short time, Jusis is panting in his brother’s mouth, when Rufus draws back slightly. That is unacceptable, so Jusis follows him. After a few moments, Rufus draws back again. Before Jusis can continue, he takes a step back.
Jusis is starting to think he did something wrong, but Rufus is smiling, still holding him. “I thought you might like to move to the bed,” he says.
That makes sense, so Jusis keeps his hands on Rufus, moving to the bed. He sits down, and drags Rufus into another kiss.
Jusis decides that Rufus is very good at it, and he needs more. Rufus seems happy to accommodate him, holding him close.
Eventually, he feels Rufus’ hands move. Jusis isn’t sure what he’s doing, until he feels the skin of his hand directly on his chest, and notices that Rufus is opening his shirt. Seconds later, he removes Jusis’ shirt from his shoulder, and gently pushes him down on the bed.
He goes right back to Jusis’ mouth. Jusis tries to reach to undo Rufus’ shirt as well, but when he tries, Rufus pinches one of his nipples, hard. He gasps, and Rufus dives deeper. After a few moments, Rufus stands up.
They’re both catching their breath. Rufus reaches for Jusis’ belt, and he tries to lift his torso to help, but Rufus flicks his other nipple. He stays down. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
He has a point. So Jusis lets Rufus undo his belt, watching as he opens it. He lifts his hips so that Rufus can remove his pants and underwear, then he’s naked.
As he looks down, he sees that he’s half hard, likely from the kissing. He wonders what Rufus will do, when he picks him up and repositions him.
It ends with Jusis face down on the mattress, with his face in a pillow. Rufus nudges his legs apart, then drags his knees forward until his ass is in the air. Jusis hears Rufus undo his own belt and pants, and realizes that his brother is planning to fuck him.
The thought is surprisingly welcome, and before he can think more, Rufus’ hand grabs one of his cheeks. “Is this alright?” Rufus asks, lightly squeezing his ass. Jusis nods ineffectually, then raises his head enough to say yes.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” he says, right before inserting his cold and wet finger inside of Jusis. It slides in slowly and smoothly, his other hand still rubbing his ass. Jusis tenses instinctively, then slowly relaxes. Once he does, the finger starts moving, in and out. It keeps moving for a while, and Jusis doesn’t realize he’s out of breath until Rufus reminds him to breathe.
“Focus on my finger,” he says, so Jusis does. Then, it goes out, and comes back with another. The two fingers inside of him create more of a stretch, so it takes a while to relax around them. As soon as he does, rather than exploring, Rufus immediately adds a third. He starts moving again as soon as he can, not waiting anymore. The stretch sends jolts of pleasure throughout Jusis’ body, making his other muscles loose.
Rufus keeps slowly moving in and out, until he rubs against a particularly sensitive spot and Jusis gasps. Then he goes right at it, relentlessly. He does this until Jusis is moaning and panting helplessly into the pillow, harder and harder, then leaves.
Jusis’ hole clamps around nothing, and he can’t help but whine at the emptiness. He wants to be full again, so bad. He hears Rufus chuckle. “You will be, don’t worry,” he says, holding onto Jusis’ hip with his dry hand. Looks like he said that out loud.
Something pokes at Jusis’ entrance, bigger than the fingers. Before Jusis can prepare himself, Rufus forces the head of his cock in, and Jusis lets out a cry. It’s bigger than his fingers.
Rufus inserts himself inside of Jusis slowly and gently, as he had with his fingers. But his cock is much larger, so it takes no time for Jusis to be trembling. Good thing Rufus is holding his hips, or he would have fallen down on the bed, having no control over his legs.
As he goes in, Rufus rubs his skin, praising him. “You’re taking me so well,” he says as he pushes in further. “So tight for me.” His words, and his cock, make Jusis’ head spin.
Eventually, Jusis feels Rufus’ thighs against his ass, Rufus fully in. This time he lets Jusis get used to the stretch. Once he’s more relaxed, Rufus leans in to kiss his shoulder. The movement changes his angle, and Jusis moans.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. Jusis raises his head, but no words come out. “Nice and full?” Rufus continues.
“Yes,” Jusis breathes out, before going back to the pillow.
“Good, good. You’re doing so well,” Rufus says, going back to his previous position.
The words make Jusis melt. Rufus slowly slides out, until Jusis can only feel the head inside. He lets out a sound, wanting to be full again, but before he can protest out loud, Rufus slams back in one go, making Jusis shout.
Rufus doesn’t stop, moving back slowly and slamming back in, over and over. He hold tight to Jusis, forcing his hips to go back as he goes in. He keeps a steady pace, until the only thing Jusis can feel is the slide of Rufus’ cock harshly sliding in and out of him with dizzying pleasure.
Distantly, he hears Rufus still praising him, but the words feel so far. Jusis doesn’t know how long this state last, but the next thing he feels is Rufus’ hand roughly pumping his cock. Jusis can’t take anymore, moaning loudly in the pillow, and after just a few jerks, he comes.
Rufus keeps moving, still fucking him as hard as before, still pumping his cock, until every single drop has been milked from Jusis. He’s breathing hard and trying to steady himself, and Rufus leaves him empty.
Jusis raises and turns his head. He lets out a confused noise, hoping Rufus will understand what he means.
“All is well, dear,” he says. And he’s wrong. “You didn’t come,” Jusis points out.
Rufus pats his ass. “That wasn’t the point,” he says. Jusis doesn’t care.
“Come in me,” he manages. Wait, that might sound too much like an order. “Please, Brother.” Better.
Something he said must have worked, because Rufus’ fingers tighten on his cheek. “As you wish,” he says breathlessly, before going back in, just as Jusis wanted.
He feels so much more sensitive after his orgasm, and now that Rufus is chasing his own release, he goes much harder. The feeling is distant, as he’s still high from his orgasm. Eventually, he feels Rufus slow down, and shoot warmth deep inside of Jusis. He lowers Jusis to be lying down fully, and after a few moments slides out. This time, Jusis doesn’t protest.
He feels a bit of Rufus’ come slide out of him, and starts to fully relax. He is quite tired. Before he can fall asleep, however, Rufus picks him up. He lets out a whine, and Rufus holds him close. He feels extremely warm, and Jusis finally notices that he’s naked.
Rufus walks them to the bathroom, where he lets Jusis down in the shower, leaning against him. Standing, he feels even more of Rufus’ come leak out of him. Rufus turns the shower on, then goes back to holding Jusis. He should probably get clean, but as he raises his arms to pick up the soap, Rufus holds his hands and kisses him softly.
So Jusis lets Rufus clean him, relaxing under the warmth of both the water and Rufus’ touch. Once he’s done, he cleans himself, and Jusis watches him. Finally he gets to look at him naked, and he makes sure to drink in the sight. All too soon Rufus is done, and he turns Jusis around so he is leaning against the shower’s wall.
He wonders why, then Rufus gets close to him and kisses his neck. Right after, Jusis lets out a whine as he feels Rufus’ fingers enter him. Rufus hushes him softly, and keeps moving in Jusis’ already abused hole. He’s so tired, his dick only slightly twitches at the stretch.
After while, Rufus stops and leaves Jusis. He turns the water off, and exits with Jusis to get them both dry. As soon as they are, he once more takes Jusis in his arms, and lets him down on the bed. Jusis puts his head on Rufus’ chest, and he holds him tight.
Finally, he falls asleep.
Jusis wakes up feeling more relaxed than he has in weeks, possibly months. Rufus’ hand is softly petting his hair. When Rufus notices that he’s awake, he kisses his forehead.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” he asks.
Jusis feels a lot of things. He feels warm. His ass is very sore. He hasn’t thought about business since however long it’s been since he entered this room. “Better than I thought I would,” is what he says.
“Excellent,” Rufus answers. “Should you ever wish for more, I would happy to oblige.”
“Sure,” Jusis says. That won’t happen, he’s sure. Once was more than enough.
(He is wrong. Three days later, he finds himself riding Rufus. Two days after, he gets the best blowjob of his life. After that, he stops counting.)