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Ryan couldn’t help but find it cute how animated Jack became whenever they had a breakthrough in their songwriting. He was practically bouncing off the walls, full of excitement that he couldn’t fully express in a room this size.
“Relax, you’re gonna wear yourself out!” Ryan said. He didn’t have the same level of energy that Jack had, so he lay prone on the carpet, outstretching his legs and relaxing. He hadn’t noticed how much his neck had been straining over his phone as they tossed out countless ideas, until they finally took a break.
Jack laughed, pouncing on Ryan and grabbing his wrists, pinning him down. “I’ll wear you out, too.”
Ryan felt his body arch under Jack’s weight without thought. “Right here?” He asked timidly as Jack started kissing along the side of his neck. “On the floor?”
“Yeah. I need you right now.” Jack nuzzled insistently into Ryan’s curly hair. He released his wrists, grabbing at his jeans and yanking them down.
Ryan could never quite keep up with Jack- his thoughts and movements changed too quickly, leaving Ryan in a daze. Hands were grasping at his boxers, spreading his legs, pulling them, squeezing him. He gasped as Jack started prodding him roughly with his thick cock, eager to bury it inside him.
”F-fuck, I’m not used to how big you are,” Ryan breathed. “Not too much, okay?”
”Of course…” The head of Jack’s cock was already stretching out Ryan’s hole. “God, I don’t deserve you,” he groaned, running his fingers up the back of Ryan’s neck and grabbing his hair. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
“Don’t say that.” Ryan shivered under his brother’s touch. “I love you.”
Jack wasn’t trying to be rough, but with this much excitement simmering inside him, Ryan knew he couldn’t help it. He was always reactive to Ryan’s words, aggressively physical, eager to show his affection the best way he knew how. With a sharp thrust, Jack filled Ryan completely. “I love you too, baby.”
Ryan whined in pain, then in pleasure, blinking back tears. “I like that… Please, say it again, say it while you fuck me.”
“You like pet names, huh?” Jack’s lips pressed to his shoulder. “Do they make you feel special? Because you are.” He gave Ryan exactly what he wanted, each thrust slow and deep. “Take it, baby, take my cock. This is all for you.” He pressed himself flush against Ryan for a few seconds, unmoving, letting him feel every inch.
The tears building at the corners of Ryan’s eyes began to fall. He was stretched and full, the tenderness in Jack’s voice was overwhelming, and he let out an embarrassing little sob.
Jack chuckled. “You cry every time I fuck you.” Slowly, he pulled out, helping Ryan onto his back. “How’s this, baby?” He wiped Ryan’s tears away, then kissed him as he filled his ass again.
“This is nice,” Ryan whispered. Looking up into Jack’s wide eyes like this made him feel safe, grounded, even as his head spun.
Jack reached down to stroke Ryan’s soft cock- he could never stay hard when Jack fucked him, but he loved the way Jack played with him. “So fuckin’ cute,” he said under his breath, tickling it with his fingertips.
He ran his palm up Ryan’s stomach, then rested his hand on Ryan’s chest as he continued, “you’re perfect. And you’re just for me… no one else gets to have you like this.” He wrapped his hand around Ryan’s neck, glaring possessively down at him. “Isn’t that right?”
The switch in Jack’s attitude caught Ryan off guard, and his voice became stuck in his throat. He could only watch helplessly, his lips parted as he whimpered.
Jack’s expression softened quickly. He moved his hand from Ryan’s neck to his cheek, petting gently as his thrusts grew faster and harder. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. You want my cum inside you?”
“Pl- Please, yes,” Ryan choked out. “I’m close, I want to cum with you.”
Pressing his lips to Ryan’s, Jack began slamming into him so hard it felt like the wind was being knocked out of him. Jack’s tongue twisted around Ryan’s, tasting him deeply as he approached climax.
The only time their hectic life paused around them was when this happened. They clutched and clawed, legs wrapped around legs, hands squeezing warm, sweat-slicked flesh, teeth on lips, and loud, unabashed cries for each other.
Ryan felt it then- the tensing of Jack’s biceps, the violent shudder, followed by the sensation of hot semen spilling into him. Their moans echoed against the walls, Jack’s ragged and low, Ryan’s growing higher until they were just desperate whines.
And then they collapsed together, and the only sound from them was a chorus of gasping breaths.
Ryan laid his hand across the back of Jack’s neck, petting the thick, fuzzy hair that grew along it. “That was really good,” he whispered, warm and satisfied in their shared haze.
“S- sorry for interrupting our writing,” Jack mumbled, pressing his mouth to Ryan’s neck and sucking lightly on his damp skin. “…Couldn’t help it… needed you.”
“We can get back to it tomorrow.” Ryan lifted his hips up, feeling Jack’s still-hard member throb inside him. “Besides, you aren’t done, are you?”
Jack lifted his head up, grinning sheepishly, his curls partially obscuring his eyes. “How could you tell?”
”Just a hunch.” Ryan pulled him in for a tired, messy kiss.
Jack pushed himself up, pulling nearly all the way out, then sliding back in, his cum helping him glide in and out of Ryan’s loosened, sore entrance with ease. “You want more too, right baby?”
Ryan wrapped his arms around his brother again, spreading his legs wider, letting his body respond exactly the way it always did to Jack’s touch. “More of you? Always.”