Gods, with that ass beckoning him like that, all tight and hungry... Eric wanted to rip off Ollie’s pants and fuck right into him.
“I want you to strip,” Eric growled, squeezing his own cock to ease some of the pressure. “Wanna see you get yourself off.”
Olivier whined, looking over his shoulder at Eric. “But you were going to fuck me!”
“After.”
Olivier whimpered, kicking his shoes onto the floor. Then he squirmed out of his pants, and by the time Eric flicked the bedroom lights on, Olivier was almost naked, his pink nipples hard, his shirt halfway over his head.
He was beautiful, with that slender, pale body, his lips bitten red, his cock a thick line in his briefs.
Eric kicked off his own shoes. He undid his pants just to pull his cock out, relieve the too-tight pressure. Then he admired Ollie, who had sat back on the bed, hooking his thumbs into his briefs.
“Leave that on,” Eric murmured. “Stroke from the outside first.”
Olivier flushed, spreading his creamy thighs. He cupped his cock from the outside, then his balls, and Eric almost regretted making him do this. He wanted to reach over, touch Ollie’s balls, feel them tighten as he neared his climax. But he also wanted to see the things Olivier did to give himself pleasure.
Olivier squeezed his cock through the cotton, lightly fondling himself. He met Eric’s eyes hesitantly. “I don’t know why you want to see this.”
“Been wondering that for years, Ollie.” Eric stroked himself in time to Olivier’s pumps, pleasure humming down his veins. “I’d smelled musk on you, but you never wanted to show me what you did to get that scent. I spent forever thinking about you jerking off.”
Olivier looked away, his cheeks dark. “You weren’t supposed to know.”
“I’m gonna know anyway, aren’t I?” Eric licked his lips. “Show me your cock.”
Olivier flushed deeper. But he shoved his briefs down his thighs. His cock slipped out, jutting up at Eric, its glistening head pushing out past his foreskin.
It was lewd. But it also told Eric how much Olivier wanted him, and Eric wanted to pleasure his brother, make Olivier writhe.
Ollie reached for his cock.
“Don’t touch it,” Eric growled.
Ollie sucked in a sharp breath. “But you said—”
“I changed my mind. Leave your cock alone.”
Olivier whined, his cock jerking hungrily.
Eric turned to Ollie’s closet, pulling the doors open. There were shirts hung up and pants folded, and lacy underthings in a drawer. Olivier watched him, his eyes growing wide. Then Eric pulled open the bottommost drawer of the closet, and Ollie yelped.
A variety of toys lay haphazardly in that drawer. Slender glass dildos sprawled across flesh-colored cocks, and strange metal shapes gleamed, things Eric had never even seen before. Then there were the plugs, too, in varying sizes and shapes. In all, there were probably twenty toys, no two the same.
When Eric glanced up, he found Olivier looking away, his face bright red.
Ollie had slept with eighty people, and he was embarrassed by this? Eric was intrigued, and growing fonder by the moment.
“Nothing to be shy about,” Eric murmured. “I thought you might’ve been entertaining yourself with something else, if you weren’t sleeping with people.”
Olivier stayed silent, his embarrassment rolling off him in waves. “It’s... it’s all the same, though. It just makes me feel empty inside.”
“Yeah?”
Olivier shrugged. “You ever jerk off, and when it’s over, it feels like you’ve just... done that all for nothing? Like it doesn’t fill up the hole in your heart?”
“Yeah, I have,” Eric said. He’d been increasingly feeling that way. Jacking off, cresting, and after his release, there was no one to hold onto, just empty air. “But you’re not alone now.”
Olivier’s throat worked. “No, I’m not.”
Eric reached into the drawer, pulling out a candy cane dildo, clear glass with red stripes twisting around its exterior. “Fuck yourself with this,” he said, handing it to Olivier. “I want to see it inside you.”
Olivier whined. But he kicked his briefs off, and now he was completely naked, his balls pulled up tight, his cock dripping onto his belly. Eric stepped closer to the bed, swallowing hard when Olivier spread his legs.
Musk wafted off Olivier in waves; he reached between his cheeks, rubbing the tight circle of his hole. Eric growled. He thought about doing that himself, touching that sensitive ring of muscle, feeling its puckered skin catch against his thumb.
Then Eric was climbing onto the bed, taking the dildo back from Olivier, pressing its blunt end to Olivier’s lips.
“Lick this like how you’d lick my cock,” Eric growled.
Olivier moaned, closing his mouth around the dildo. He took it deeper into his mouth, his lips red. Eric imagined those lips wrapped around his cock, his sensitive tip grinding against Ollie’s tongue, Ollie tasting his precome.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eric breathed, stroking himself.
Ollie glanced down, his cock jerking at the sight.
“What you wanna do to my cock, show it to me,” Eric murmured. “Use this.”
He pushed the glass candy cane deeper into Ollie’s mouth, and Ollie groaned around it, hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head on the dildo’s tip. Eric could already imagine Ollie sucking down his cock, tasting all of it, Eric’s cock claiming him inside. It made him throb.
“Good,” Eric said, pulling the dildo out of Ollie’s mouth with a soft pop. It glistened with spit; Eric caught Ollie’s knee and pinned it open against the mattress, pressing the tip of the dildo between Olivier’s cheeks. “Gonna slide this inside.”
“Please,” Ollie gasped.
Eric pushed the candy cane against Ollie’s hole, feeling the slightest bit of resistance—Ollie wasn’t stretched open yet.
Olivier panted at the pressure. He pulled his thighs up against his chest, offering himself to Eric.
Eric took a moment to admire him, pumping himself, his cock rock-hard with how much he wanted to thrust inside. Fill Olivier up with his cock. But he was thicker than the dildo; Ollie wouldn’t feel the dildo as keenly if Eric fucked him first.
So Eric pushed down
