Brothers Love Ch 3

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Ian squeezed his eyes shut and let Silas pulse inside his mouth, thrusting at his own pace. His hands remained behind his back, but only because Silas had tied them there.

“You feel so good,” Silas whispered. But he reluctantly pulled out, letting his bobbing member hang, itching for more attention.

“What now?” Ian asked, his voice hoarse.

“You’re getting better at your breathing control, but that’s not the only thing I wanted to let you practice today.”

Ian’s eyes dropped to the floor, regretting that he’d asked.

“But while I think it’s hot to see you tied up like this, if that’s the only way you can keep from pushing me away while you suck me off it’s going to get old. Since I really don’t want to get tired of doing this, and you’re not ready to act right if I unbind your hands, I think it’s time to try something else.”

“Like what?” Ian asked, knowing he would hate the answer.

Silas led Ian from the corner of the room to the bed, where Ian began to panic.

“Silas, please don’t! I don’t want to!”

“That’s the point,” Silas smirked. “Lie down.”

Ian shook his head and gripped the bedpost.

“What? Do you think you can hold onto the bedpost to keep me from making you lie down? Did you forget that I’m a little stronger than you?”

“Please, Silas!”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me do this.”

“I haven’t even told you what you’re going to do yet.”

“But I can guess.”

“Then guess. Tell me, little brother, what do you think I’m planning to do with you?”

Ian’s lips pursed and he stared at the floor.

“Nothing? That’s what I thought. Lie down before I have to make you.”

Ian closed his eyes and gripped the bedpost tighter.

“Ian…” Silas insisted. “I’m going to give you one more chance. Lie down.”

Ian’s eyes shot open, filled with fear. He glanced at the bedroom door. It didn’t appear locked. He took a chance and made a lunge to escape.

Silas gave a bark of laughter, and allowed Ian get a few steps away. But when the boy reached the door, he had hardly managed to pull it open when Silas’s hand tangled in his hair, pulling him Ankara escort backwards until he hit the floor hard.

Silas closed the door and flipped the lock.

“Nice try. I admire the effort, not to mention the spirit. Do you know how dull this would be if you never even tried to fight me?”

Ian didn’t appear to be listening as he lay on the floor, rubbing the back of his head.

“See?” Silas spat, standing over the boy, “I knew I’d get you to lie down one way or another.”

Without another word, Silas knelt down and leaned over Ian, swinging one leg over his torso and straddling him. Ian, seeming defeated but stiff, resisted Silas at every motion.

“It’s cute that you still insist on fighting me. Go ahead, don’t give in. I’m enjoying the chase.”

Silas pried Ian’s arms away from his chest long enough to get them through the sleeves of his sweater, and pulled it over his head. His undershirt came next, a difficult task since Ian went back to pinning his arms over his chest whenever Silas let them go.

Eventually the boy was bare chested lying on Silas’s bedroom floor.

“I wasn’t actually planning on having the first time I penetrate you while you’re awake happen in anybody’s bedroom,” Silas said.

Ian flinched at the words but didn’t respond.

“I thought keeping all of our fun confined to the room downstairs would make it easier for you to compartmentalize and help you feel safe. But you resisted too much, so here we are.”

Ian seemed to shut down like he had in the dining nook, but Silas ignored it this time. He worked Ian’s slacks open, only met with weak resistance from Ian’s hand, but he pinned them both over Ian’s head with one of his own hands.

Ian’s squirms made sliding his slacks down a bit difficult, but Silas’s member pulsed with anticipation while he worked. He finally slid them over his hips and down to his knees, where the boy’s shifting actually made it easier to slip them to his ankles and off of one foot. He didn’t bother with the slacks any further, as Ian lay bare naked before him.

Tears slipped from the corners of Ian’s eyes and soaked his hair. Silas ran his free hand Ankara escort bayan through the wet strands, feeling a heat in his core knowing he caused those tears, and there were going to be more before he was through.

He let go of the boy and leaned back to slip a tiny bottle of lubrication from his pocket, Ian whimpering at the sight of it.

Silas chuckled. “You’re just precious. You’re really afraid of me, aren’t you? You should be.”

Ian looked away, using his free hands to push himself up and scoot away from his brother.

Silas dropped the cap of the bottle in order to swipe one of Ian’s arms out from under him, causing him to fall back to the carpet.

“Stay still.” Silas shifted so he could lift a knee and pin Ian’s chest down.

He found the cap of the bottle again and, after squeezing some of the lubrication into his palm, he replaced it and tossed the bottle aside. He tugged his slacks down a little further, baring more of his hips, and rubbed the liquid over his member.

He didn’t take any time to prepare the boy before leaning over him, Ian’s wrists gripped tightly in his hands.

“This is going to hurt a little,” Silas warned. “But it’s not your body’s first time, so you should be okay.”

He realized he could go easy on Ian the first time, but he chose instead not to alter his usual pattern, and get the boy used to his rough technique faster.

Ian fought and squirmed, shaking his head and trying to free his wrists and wriggle away at the same time, but Silas’s grip was too tight. Silas found Ian’s legs with his feet and pinned them down as well. Ian’s red face was streaked in tears, and he refused to look at Silas.

Silas lowered himself, choosing not to give Ian a warning of what was about to come. He aimed himself at Ian’s tight entrance and pushed while Ian tried to pull away. But Silas was stronger, and unwilling to relent. He pushed harder and broke through Ian’s barrier, Ian biting back a groan of pain.

Silas allowed the boy to have a moment to breathe and sob, but when Ian still hadn’t collected himself Silas ignored his brother’s pain and pushed in deeper. Ian cried aloud as Escort Ankara Silas pulled out and pushed back in. He made no attempt to keep a calm pace, but thrust again as Ian’s cries grew louder and more panicked.

“You’ll be okay,” Silas whispered in his ear, finally easing his weight onto the boy so he could rock his hips with less concentration on his arm muscles.

He shifted Ian’s wrists into one hand and wrapped his other behind Ian’s neck. The boy’s cries became silent as Silas’s pace picked up.

“Ian,” Silas pleaded into his ear, kissing his wet cheek and hair. “You feel so good,” he groaned.

Ian’s face was frozen in pain, tears still streaming, and his hair becoming matted in strands over his wet cheeks and mouth.

Silas took in the pain on his baby brother’s face and began a pounding rhythm inside of him, the lube helping him glide in and out.

“That’s it, baby, take me in. I know it hurts, but you feel so good to me.”

He pushed in as deep as his hips would allow, his balls resting against Ian’s body, and held himself there while he enjoyed the sensation. When he pulled out again, just to push in hard, Ian shouted a cry of pain and fell into sobs.

“You’re okay, little one, you’re okay.”

“No I’m not!” Ian shouted.

Silas took his free hand and used it to cover Ian’s mouth. He leaned back and shifted his weight to his knees and began rocking into Ian even faster than before. Ian’s body jumped with every thrust.

“Baby, you feel too good. I’m going to come.”

Silas thrust in faster, a slapping sound filling the room above Silas’s heavy breaths.

“Please stop.”

“I will, love. I will stop. But not until I’m done.”

Silas’s hips rocked back and forth with a quickening pace as Ian tried to free his hands. The fight excited Silas, and he pushed in harder. Ian cried out, and burst into sobs that wracked his body, his trembling sent him over the edge.

“I love the sounds you make, little brother. I love the way you make me feel.” he whispered as he thrust deep and exploded inside the teenager’s hot, tight canal. He lay panting a moment, his head reeling from pleasure.

When he finally pulled back, Ian didn’t seem like he was capable of moving. His eyes, tear-streaked, stared blankly at the wall, and he wouldn’t look at Silas.

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