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It was a hot summer afternoon, sunlight bleeding through the window into Viktor and Jayce's room. Their shared little sanctuary—cramped, cluttered, and sacred—was piled high with books and toys, a mess of pillows and plushies used to construct a blanket fort every evening. The game was always the same; they’d pretend to be brave knights, battling the evil of their imaginary world. Always. Viktor never asked to play anything else.
Viktor was not used to being wanted. To such love, such constant attention—was not used to warm breakfast every morning and a big collection of toys to fuel his endless imagination. But the strangest part was Jayce. Viktor was not used to having a big brother.
In the short time they’d known each other, Jayce had poured more love into Viktor than anyone else ever had before, and honestly, Viktor wasn't even sure how to process it all. It was like waking up in a life that wasn’t his own, like being dropped into someone else’s dream and pretending it was his.
Viktor wasn’t used to all the play-pretend, to studying together, to matching pajamas, or to holding hands on the walk to school. He was most definitely not used to having someone who stood up for him when being at the receiving end of harsh comments and mocking laughter—not used to feeling so unconditionally loved and accepted, cane and limp and nerdiness and all. Viktor wasn’t used to having a sibling, but he did understand that the way he felt about Jayce went, perhaps, just a bit beyond friendly fraternal feelings.
Jayce was, as a sixteen-year-old boy, not exactly confident about getting an eight-year-old adoptive sibling at first. Despite this, he found himself quickly charmed by Viktor—by his adorable accent, soft-spoken and polite; by his little giggles and snaggletooth grins; and by those big, innocent golden eyes. In the months they've spent together, Viktor clung to him constantly. And Jayce let him—needed him just as much. Maybe even more than Viktor needed him.
They quickly became inseparable, to a point where it stopped feeling healthy after a while. Jayce knew it, knew that the way he watched Viktor sometimes—to make sure he was still breathing, still happy, still his—wasn’t normal. But that didn’t stop him.
Because Jayce did not have many friends—not any real friends, at least. Growing up autistic meant that, no matter how hard he tried putting on this perfectly prim and proper persona, no matter how good his grades were or how much effort he put into becoming more conventionally attractive, more funny, more relatable to his peers, more normal—he could never shake this feeling of absolute loneliness. Like watching the other teens his age connect and form relationships through glass that separated him from them. Sometimes like he was the one being watched by them, like some kind of zoo animal.
He knows how Viktor feels all too well—this feeling of being born wrong, of being lonely because you deserve to be. That ‘different’ meant unlovable. It didn't take much for Jayce to become intensely protective over his now-brother, wanting to shield him from that feeling, wanting to cure him of that solitude.
In turn, it healed something within Jayce, too. For the first time in years, maybe for the first time ever, Jayce had a friend! A real, true friend. And even though Viktor was half his age, the boy was incredibly intelligent, mature, understanding; sometimes Jayce forgot that there was an age difference at all. What he knew for certain was that he loved Viktor, even if that love was somewhat unusual. Even if he occasionally found himself feeling oddly jealous, bordering on possessive. In his mind, only they could understand each other.
The morning had passed in slow motion, the kind of lazy, golden-summer haze that made everything feel a little softer around the edges. The boys had eaten breakfast in their usual spot on the living room floor, cross-legged and shoulder to shoulder, picking at eggs and fruit—Jayce’s usual, which Viktor adjusted to—while watching old cartoons, the volume low. Jayce had absentmindedly brushed Viktor’s hair with his fingers while the younger boy chattered about some fantasy book he'd been reading. Viktor had stains on his pajamas and magic in his eyes.
After the dishes were washed and the laundry was (mostly) folded, they retreated back into their shared room, the little den of pillows and books and bright blue that had become their universe. Viktor climbed onto the bed and flopped down like a cat in a sunbeam. “Do we do math homework right now?” he asked, still dressed exactly as he’d woken up.
Jayce leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “Not if we get attacked by monsters before we can start,” he said, voice full of false-seriousness. Viktor perked up immediately. “What kind of monsters?” Jayce pushed off the frame and crossed the room, curling his fingers like claws. “Some kind of… venomous Wyrmfolk. Half-lizard, half-dragon. Very aggressive.” His claws sunk into Viktor’s sides, making the little boy giggle and twitch away helplessly from the tickle-attack. Once Jayce released him, Viktor sat up straight, swinging his mighty air-sword side to side. “But I have yet to train my swordsmanship! ”
Jayce snorted. “Too late. They’re already surrounding the castle.” Viktor gasped, a look of determination settling on his face quickly after. “Then we have no choice—we must prepare for battle!” And just like that, the game had begun again. “Do not fear, King Jayce! I will be the brave knight to defend your kingdom!” Viktor exclaimed, raising his mighty sword to the sky with full conviction.
"No way! I'm the brave knight, and you're, like… the pretty princess. The princess I have to rescue from some... fire-spitting dragon, or wake up from a witch’s curse!” Jayce declared with dramatic flair, crawling over the blankets to scoop Viktor into his arms. The boy giggled in spite of himself—reluctantly, as he’s trying really hard to put on a pout and stay annoyed about being cast as the princess.
“I’d make the most valiant and courageous knight ever,” Viktor huffed, full of sass, glaring up at him. Jayce just snorted and wondered, where did this kid learn to talk like that? He ruffled Viktor’s messy hair, ruining his pout. “Relax, V. I’m just kidding,” he murmured, voice softening. “Of course you can be my brave little knight. Although…” He let his fingers drift gently through Viktor’s hair, watching the resistance fade from his face. “I always imagined you more as somewhat of a mysterious mage, on a quest to unlock his many hidden powers.”
“And… I'll be the king of the land who provides you with all the resources necessary for your journey. I’ll send you on plenty of side quests, too." He assures Viktor softly, brushing over the boy's mousy hair.
“A mage?” Viktor blinked up at him, wonder overtaking his features. “With magical powers and everything?”
“Yeah! That’s what I always wanted to be growing up. But I think it suits you more.”
“Do I get a cloak?”
“You get a cloak.”
“And a staff? That I can cast powerful spells with?
Jayce smiled. “And you get a staff.”
Viktor’s golden eyes lit up like a sunrise. "Yes, yes! I want to be a powerful and clever mage! I’ll use my magic to help you rule the kingdom with wisdom and justice, King Jayce!" he declared proudly, already sinking fully into his new role. "Then let's go build our little fort up, hm?"
Practically vibrating with enthusiasm, Viktor wiggled out of Jayce's arms and scrambled to gather up all the pillows, blankets and plushies necessary for their cushioned kingdom. His eyes sparkled with a childlike glee, his rosy cheeks maintaining an undying smile. "I love you, Jayce! I love you so, so much!" His little voice rang out like a song, his words filled with excitement and a pure, innocent love that only a child could possess.
"I love you too, my sweet little princess." Jayce hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Viktor's head.
Viktor froze, mid-step. “I’m a mage,” he reminded, mock-offended.
"Ah, right. I mean... My all-powerful, mystical mage!" He couldn’t help teasing him a bit, he thought Viktor looked so cute when he got all pouty. Jayce knew that he would always be his little princess, even if he rejected the role for now.
So they built their elaborate blanket-and-pillow fort, with stuffed animals as their guards and various toys, previously scattered around the room, being gradually added to their pretend-kingdom as treasures. Plastic swords turned into sacred relics. Jayce let Viktor lead—it was always Viktor who had the vision, that fierce concentration, that strange little spark behind his eyes. Like the world could bend for him if he just imagined hard enough.
As they played, time slipped away, lost in their world of make-believe. Viktor felt a warmth and happiness that he had never known before. Being here with Jayce, being loved and accepted, being a part of a family... it was everything Viktor had ever dreamed of, everything he never knew he was allowed to have. He clung to Jayce's hand as they explored their imaginary realm, feeling like the luckiest little boy in the world.
And Jayce didn’t feel embarrassed. Not by the clinginess, not by the make-believe. Not even by the fact that his whole life seemed to revolve around this one fragile, brilliant little boy. He felt like he could finally forget about all his teenage angst bullshit, feel careless again like he did as a smaller child—he really missed that feeling. Before the noise, before the masks, before the constant failing at being ‘normal.’ With Viktor, he didn’t have to try so hard. He didn’t have to be anyone else.
After all this time spent together, Jayce understood that it was not about the playing, but Viktor himself who made him feel so content, so free of all of his usual worries. Like he could easily forget about everything and everyone else, so long as he has his little brother in his arms.
Overcome with this understanding, something shifted in Jayce’s chest—an ache, a pull—and he fell out of character entirely to instead wrap his arms around Viktor, pulling him against his chest and smooching his face and hair with playful mwah, mwah, mwahs. Viktor squirmed but didn’t pull away. Even though he had initially rejected the role, Viktor couldn't help but get butterflies from the thought of being his big brother's princess. He melted into his brother’s arms, clinging to him tightly, tiny fingers curling into the back of Jayce’s shirt. The embrace, the kisses, the warmth—it was too much, and yet not enough. It made him want to crawl inside Jayce’s chest and stay there forever. “Jayce…” he whispered, soft and shaky. The name felt fragile in his mouth, unsteady and nervous. He wasn’t even sure why he said it, just that he needed to. He pressed his head against Jayce’s chest and breathed in that smell he knew by heart now. Viktor closed his eyes and let all the affection wash over him, making him feel warm and safe and so far removed from the loveless life he used to know. He clung to Jayce with a desperate, almost painful level of affection.
In that moment, as Jayce held him close and covered his face with gentle, playful kisses, something shifted in Viktor’s chest—something big, too big. He felt it rising inside him like a balloon about to burst, and without fully understanding why, he realized: He was falling in love with his brother. It was a love that went beyond the bounds of familial affection, a love that filled his small heart to the brim and left him aching endlessly for Jayce’s attention. And even though he didn't quite understand, he felt it stronger than anything else he has ever known before.
He tightened his arms around his brother’s neck, grounding himself there. “I love you. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world. You’re my best friend, and my hero, and…” He hesitated, cheeks burning, mind working hard to explain the way his heart kept fluttering. “I love Mama too,” he added, quickly, as if he might be saying something wrong. “But I think I love you in a… special way. A way that makes me feel all warm and fluttery inside.”
He looked up to see Jayce’s face, watched his reaction, his eyes wide, vulnerable, trusting—waiting. “Is that okay, Jayce?” he asked softly. “Do you love me in the same way?” And after asking this question, he held his breath, his heart hanging on the edge of his brother's response. Viktor’s eyes didn’t leave him, still hopeful, still waiting. As if he hadn’t just pulled the floor out from under them both.
The question hung in the air like a held breath. Viktor stared up at him, open and unguarded, full of hope and Jayce just couldn’t look away. He did love Viktor, obviously, and he had crossed a hundred small lines without noticing. All the touches, the kisses, the way he stared too long when Viktor smiled. He’d told himself it was just affection, just sibling stuff, just sweetness. But now the boy had said it out loud, I love you in a special way. And it was everything Jayce had been waiting for.
Jayce bit his lip, heart hammering. Viktor’s face was still cupped in his hands, soft and warm and too trusting for the words that were about to leave his mouth. “I love you in a special way too, Viktor,” he admitted quietly. “A super special way.” He watched the boy’s face light up—eyes wide, cheeks flushed with shy joy. “You do love me that way,” he whispered, almost in awe. “I knew it!” Jayce felt something in his stomach, conflict twisting it nauseatingly. This was wrong, he knew it. These were all the wrong words, the wrong answers, but he said them anyway.
He hesitated, thumb brushing gently across Viktor’s cheek. “You can’t ever… replace me, okay?” he added, voice barely above a whisper. “If you ever start liking someone else more—if you find a friend at school who you’d rather play with than me…” He trailed off, trying to find a softer language. A version of the truth that wouldn’t sound so selfish, so wrong. But every version felt like a lie, and he did not want to lie to Viktor any longer, not after the boy had so bravely admitted his feelings. Jayce wanted Viktor only for himself, and now he felt like he could finally tell him.
“…No girlfriends either,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “Even when you’re a teenager.” Viktor blinked at him in confusion, a little giggle caught in his throat like he thought it might be a joke. It certainly wasn’t to Jayce. He looked at the boy in his lap—so small, so fragile, all his to protect—and felt fear tightening around his ribs. His mind raced with the countless possibilities of how this could fall apart.
He thought about being caught, something that scared him far too much for someone who still partially tried to convince himself that all this wasn’t perverse in nature. He thought about Viktor growing older, becoming embarrassed of his older brother’s coddling, meeting new people and thinking he was too cool and too grown to play pretend as knights and mages. The thought that Viktor may abandon him one day was much, much scarier than being caught.
Viktor's heart clenched at the thought of ever hurting Jayce, of ever loving anyone more than him. The idea was utterly foreign and undesirable to the devoted little boy. “I won’t ever replace you,” Viktor promised. “Never ever! I don’t want other friends, I just want you.” He paused, considering Jayce's additional request. "And I won't have a girlfriend either, not even when I grow up! I think you are the only person I want to marry, Jayce. You’re the only one who makes my chest feel like this."
Jayce is overcome with this conflicted feeling, equal parts as relieved as he was unnerved by this. It is what he wanted to hear, of course, but it also felt like he’d stolen something from Viktor, just to quiet the panic in his own head. Like he made the boy seal a pact he didn’t yet understand. Viktor, on the other hand, only held onto his brother tighter. He peppered Jayce's face with quick, innocent kisses, just as his brother had done to him moments before, hoping this display of affection would soothe his brother's worries. Viktor's love was a pure, selfless thing. "I promise, Jayce," his voice soft and sincere. "I promise to always love you most, no matter what."
So he allowed himself to be comforted by Viktor's declaration of love and loyalty, by how Viktor mirrored his behavior and sealed every promise he made with a little peck. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to come off as, uh, accusatory, or anything…” Jayce awkwardly chuckled. He knew that he must look fucking pathetic, begging for this child’s devotion. “I know you won’t replace me or whatever. I guess I just get scared. You’re the most important person in the world to me, V.”
All the dedication to masking and normalcy fell away with Viktor by his side. Jayce realized that, frankly, he didn’t give a shit about what anyone else thought of him anymore. He held Viktor to his chest as if the boy might disappear if he let go. “You were born so far away from me, and against all odds, you still ended up here, in my room, in my life. It's no coincidence! We're meant to be, you and I. You can't ever forget that, okay?" The playful chuckle over Jayce’s words only served to shroud the possessiveness that this way of thinking ignited in him. He was certain they were soulmates, and he hoped that Viktor, despite his age, could understand this.
Viktor just looked up at him again—soft, adoring, so trusting it hurt. There seemed to be this unspoken understanding in his eyes, a silent agreement between them both: They were meant to be, and Viktor wanted him too. “Can we stay like this forever?” he asked, his voice small. “Just us, in our kingdom, with no one else?” Jayce swallowed hard. “Yeah,” he said, almost too quickly. “Yeah, V. Just us.” He kissed Viktor’s forehead gently, trying to pretend it still felt innocent. It didn’t feel like enough. He wanted to kiss him like a lover.
So, he did not hold back any longer. Jayce wanted—needed—Viktor so badly, so urgently that it hurt. And when Viktor looked up at him with those wide, amber eyes, wordlessly telling him he needed Jayce just as much, he leaned in to kiss him once more—kissed his lips, so soft against his own, it felt like they’d melt right into each other as their mouths met.
As loving and eager as it was, it was also quite clumsy—Viktor obviously had no experience with this and simply let himself be kissed by Jayce, who, admittedly, wasn’t very experienced himself. Jayce didn’t mind. In fact, he reveled in the idea of being Viktor’s first everything. His first and only brother, best friend, boyfriend. His first kiss, and it made Jayce feel dizzy to admit to himself, but also his first time making love. Just the thought made his stomach do a flip or two. He knew that he was getting ahead of himself, was moving far too fast for the both of them (this shouldn't even be happening in the first place,) but he just couldn’t help himself. He’s secretly dreamt of this exact moment a million times before, and now it was reality. He could hardly even believe it.
He knew it was wrong—so very wrong—to feel this way, to think these thoughts, to be doing what he was doing now. He couldn’t explain it, let alone justify it. Not to anyone. They’d have to spend the rest of their lives hiding this moment—and whatever came after. Unless they vanished, changed their names, and started over somewhere no one knew them. It was a silly, idealistic fantasy, but Jayce knew he would do it if he had to. He’d do anything—everything—to keep Viktor by his side. To hold him close, safe and loved and protected, just as he was now. Only they could understand each other.
Viktor felt like he was floating, drifting somewhere high above the clouds. Giving his first kiss to his big brother was dizzying enough, but then Jayce just kept on kissing him, stealing the air from his lungs like it belonged to him. Viktor felt like he could suffocate happily in Jayce’s arms right now, though certainly the power of Jayce’s love alone would breathe new life into him, could pull him down to earth even when he felt like he was miles away. He felt the urgent need just radiating off of Jayce, scalding hot to the touch when he wrapped his little arms around his brother's neck. It was all entirely foreign to him, but somewhere in his chest and tummy it just felt right, so he let Jayce take the lead.
And Jayce, who very gladly took the lead, held Viktor in his arms like a porcelain dolly and laid him down onto the softness of the mattress beneath. The blanket fort shrouded them, kept them hidden from the rest of the world. He towered over Viktor, kissing the little boy breathless, again and again, until Viktor saw stars, until his lips were puffy and pink. As he did, he laced their fingers together, keeping Viktor trapped beneath him.
Soft, breathless whimpers slipped from Viktor’s lips with every kiss, each one leaving him dizzier than the last. He could feel his heart pounding wildly in his bony chest, his small body trembling with a mix of excitement and nervosity. He looked small and porcelain-fragile beneath his brother, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each shuddering breath. His hands clung to Jayce's as their fingers intertwined. He never wanted to let go, never wanted to be released from the comforting confines of his embrace.
Jayce’s kisses grew more demanding, overwhelming Viktor with hunger like he wanted to devour him. He found himself responding without thinking, clumsy and shy, trying to mirror what Jayce was doing, even if he barely understood it. Normally, he would’ve been terrified of something so unfamiliar. Would’ve pulled away, afraid of doing something wrong, of ruining everything. But when Jayce’s tongue traced over his lips—and Viktor, hesitantly, met it with his own—all that melted away in favor of the first real sparks of desire igniting within him.
Panting softly, Viktor looked up at Jayce with half-lidded eyes, his gaze glazed and glimmering with something innocent, unsure, but lit with the growing fires of a newfound passion. Admiration, almost like desire, yet still childlike in nature. “I love you,” Jayce murmured against Viktor’s lips. “We have to keep this a secret, but that doesn’t change how much I love you, okay?” Before Viktor could respond, Jayce was already kissing him again. Viktor tried nodding, letting out a quiet, whiny “mhmm” against his lips. He didn’t question a thing; he trusted Jayce indubitably.
Soft, breathless whimpers slipped from Viktor’s mouth as Jayce kissed him with a fervor that betrayed just how little he really knew what he was doing. His hands roamed restlessly over his brother’s narrow chest, eagerness overpowering uncertainty. “I won’t let anyone get between us. I promise.” Viktor’s heart pounded beneath his pajama shirt, like it might burst right out of his ribs. And when Jayce finally gave him more than a second to breathe, to think, he pulled back with a grin—toothy, a little dazed, wide just like his eyes were, like he couldn’t believe what he was doing. “You’ll always be my pretty little princess.”
Viktor blinked up at him, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. “Okay,” he whispered—equal parts excited and somewhat intimidated by Jayce’s intensity. “I’ll be your secret, Jayce.” His breath hitched as Jayce leaned down again, pressing kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his jaw, his nose—each one pulling a soft stammer from his lips. “I think I’d like to be your princess, after all…” Viktor felt sheepish admitting this, but it was true; Jayce was changing his mind about what it meant to be his princess. His soulmate, his brother, and something like his secret bride. It made a strange, unfamiliar heat begin to pool in his lower tummy, a warmth that made him squirm beneath his older brother.
And Jayce—who was now filled with a manic determination that made him forget all about why this was wrong—felt every bit of this reaction within Viktor. With the way he was trapping Viktor between his chest and the mattress, he could feel every breath and thumping heartbeat, every flutter of his tummy while he grew warmer all over. Jayce was now really moving way too fast for Viktor, who gasped against Jayce’s lips as the older boy kissed his breath away again, grinding against his crotch experimentally. Just testing the waters, except that he was practically tongue-fucking Viktor’s mouth now as if he weren’t only a child, deaf to any whimper or whine.
Viktor’s agreement to his new role in their relationship was enough for Jayce to decide that Viktor most certainly wanted this, wanted it just as much, needed it just as urgently as he did. He popped open the buttons of Viktor’s pajama shirt, letting the silky stained fabric fall open around his torso and exposing the milky, unblemished expanse of his chest. Jayce’s kisses moved down hastily, moving from lips to chin to collarbone to chest before Viktor could react, turning the boy’s pale skin a delicate pink as he squirms weakly beneath Jayce’s affections. He shuddered when Jayce’s lips closed around his nipple, sucking the barely budding breasts into his mouth one after the other.
Viktor gasped quietly, almost without sound, unsure what to make of such unfamiliar sensations. “That… That feels so strange,” he whimpered, little hands fisting in the sheets beneath him. Jayce seemed completely sure of what he was doing, looking up to meet Viktor’s shy gaze while his mouth was still busy with his tiny tits. Strange wasn’t bad, but Jayce was hoping to hear something else. “Is it nice?” He asked just in between peppering kisses onto the kid’s bony chest. Viktor responds with a bashful nod, once again trusting Jayce to take the lead. As always.
Even through the bashfulness and unfamiliarity, Viktor felt as though he was only getting warmer and warmer. The butterflies in his tummy grew more restless with each passing moment, betraying his growing desire despite the childlike innocence still clinging to his eyes. Whatever was happening to him—whatever Jayce was doing to him—it made the few, new sparks of desire grow into a flourishing flame. He felt this growing fire burning even through the silky fabric of his pajama pants, and Jayce did not miss it either.
"Fuck, baby boy, you're so perfect..." Jayce mindlessly mumbled against Viktor's skin. He paused, pulling back after a second to correct himself. "I meant, uh- crap. Excuse my language, haha..." It was awkward, the way he tried to laugh it off—how he pretended to still care about being a good big brother as if he was not fully intending to teach Viktor about everything a kid need not know.
Viktor giggled at Jayce’s slip-up, still at the age where swear words were the funniest thing in the world. Jayce loved the sound of his laughter—he could never get enough of it—so when he kissed down Viktor’s butterfly-filled tummy, he couldn’t resist blowing a raspberry there. Viktor erupted into more laughter, and for a moment, Viktor forgot all about his unease about the unfamiliarity of this situation. “What are you doing?” Viktor giggled shakily, hands tangling in his brother’s hair.
It may have been a silly question—he could see exactly where Jayce was headed, could feel the heat of his breath growing closer to the juncture between his thighs. But the sillage of innocence still lingering around him made him ask it nonetheless, made him look to Jayce for guidance. He didn’t know where to put his hands, didn’t know what to do with himself at all whenever Jayce gently tugged off his pajama pants, leaving the boy lying beneath him in his panties.
And Jayce, he was far too caught up in the act to actually question the morality of his actions for now. He saw the perfect little bulge of Viktor’s underdeveloped pussy there, saw how it was chubby and still hairless even through the fabric, and felt the heat radiating off it. His underwear was cute and simple, white and decorated with a bit of lace, almost ironic in how virginal it was. Jayce’s eyes met Viktor’s—who looked twice as uncertain now—wordlessly begging him not to push him away, not to ask him to stop. Viktor simply submitted, staying still and silent, trusting him.
He leaned in and kissed him carefully at first. Feeling the radiating heat of his sex even through the fabric, Jayce began treating it just like he had treated Viktor’s mouth earlier—kissing it gently, then with increasing passion until he found himself mindlessly licking over the panty-clad slit, as if making out with it. Viktor shook and shuddered, mewling softly and high-pitched while Jayce kissed and licked over his hidden-away slit until his panties were damp with his spit. Nobody had ever touched him there before, of course; he had never known such a sensitive spot even existed on his little body.
“That feels so weird, Jayce!” Viktor whimpered, unsure if he was struggling with keeping quiet or with getting any sound out at all. He still felt nervous about not knowing what to do with himself, but Jayce seemed to pay absolutely no mind to that at all anymore. He watched him between his legs, big hands holding tiny thighs open, but this time Jayce did not look up to meet his eye. His eyelids fluttered shut, entirely lost in what he was doing. Nothing on earth could convince Jayce to stop and pull away now, especially not when he felt as though he had gotten the tiniest taste of his brother’s cunt through the dampness of the fabric.
He groaned against Viktor’s puffy pussy, growing more insistent by the second. Viktor felt the heat in his lower belly build to a feverish pitch. There was this growing ache, like a throbbing right where his big brother was kissing him, building a strange pressure deep within his core.
“Jayce, wait—! Wait, Jayce…” he gasped out, breaths coming in sharp pants. “It… it feels like—like I have to go potty, kind of…”
Well, maybe there was one thing that could convince Jayce to stop, after all. Making Viktor piss himself was just fine in his eyes; he didn’t mind that one bit. But the idea of freaking Viktor out, of hurting him with his love and lust for him, that made him pause. It almost made him regretfully come back up from between his little brother’s thighs, but to their mutual surprise, Viktor’s hands tangled in his hair, asking him to stay in place. “It’s like… like a good kind of pressure, Jayce. Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
Even as he spoke, the kid’s panties just grew damper, the fabric clinging to his sensitive skin as the mix of his arousal and Jayce’s saliva soaked through the thin cotton. Viktor chose to surrender himself to the sensation, to let that strange pressure build and crest within him, and to allow Jayce to devour him however he liked, working magic on his most sensitive spot. He could feel his little body tensing, could feel the coil of tension in his belly winding tighter and tighter as he raced towards something he instinctively recognized as mind-numbing.
The kid was reduced to kittenish whimpers and whines in no time, crying out Jayce’s name and babbling mindlessly in a pitiful attempt to describe what was happening to him. His small body convulsed, his hips bucking up against Jayce's mouth, needily humping his face as the first orgasm of his young life crashed over him like a tidal wave. It was like sinking beneath the surface—the world blurred, everything drowned out except the feeling of Jayce’s mouth on his cunt. Jayce felt Viktor shudder, then go limp beneath him. A look of awe and amazement painted his face as he realized what had just happened.
“Wow,” Jayce couldn’t contain his smug fucking grin. “I assume you liked that, V?” He kissed his way back up Viktor's trembling belly and chest until finally reaching his face, which he cupped gently in his hands. Viktor nodded, feeling all jelly and boneless, and nuzzled into his brother’s palms like a cuddly kit. He really was like a dolly, soft and pliant with peachy pinks coloring his porcelain skin. Jayce’s expression softened into something genuine, pure admiration in his eyes.
“That was incredible—you were incredible; you did so good,” he praised Viktor between pressing kisses all over his face, this time innocent and soft again. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I love you, I love you…” It all made Viktor feel tiny. At first, it was the overwhelming unfamiliarity with everything they had just done, but now, it was a comforting kind of tiny, like he was being soothingly cradled by his brother’s gentleness. He could have fallen asleep right there and then, but Jayce seemed about as energetic as ever, as if he could do it all over again. And when he sleepily blinked up at Jayce, he watched that grin come right back.
“Hey… I think it’s time for math homework.”