Sihun grabbed Siwoo’s shoulder, yanking him around. The sudden movement pulled Siwoo’s cock from Eunsue’s mouth. Eunsue coughed, clutching his sore lips, as the two brothers lunged at each other.
“What the fuck are you doing, you psycho?!”
“This trash only looks like trash—turns out he acts like it too!”
Siwoo’s shoulder was grabbed painfully, his collar twisted in Sihun’s grip.
“You fucking broke in?! How’d you even get my number?!”
“Because you’re too stupid to remember, I left it at my place, you idiot! You fucking—you have the nerve to call me a rapist?!”
“What? Rape? What the hell are you talking about?! You’re the one being a fucking nuisance right now!”
Eunsue, clutching his stinging lips, finally found his voice. “W-Wait!”
Both men turned to him at the same time, identical expressions on their identical faces. Eunsue flinched, pressing against the bed. They really did look like the same person. But they were different. Two different men he’d slept with on two different nights.
***
“So… you fucked both brothers in a row?”
“You little—”
Thud. Sihun punched Siwoo’s arm.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurts! What, did I say it wrong? Isn’t ‘getting fucked’ the right term for the one on the receiving end?”
“What? You—”
“Who’s the vulgar one here? You’re always calling people ‘fucking this’ and ‘shit that’—am I your mom’s kid or yours?”
Thud. Siwoo’s arm took another hit, and he rubbed it dramatically. Eunsue watched the brothers fight, his eyes darting around for his clothes—but they were nowhere in sight. Pushed to the inner corner of the bed, he sat with the sheet draped over his lower body, facing the two brothers.
I want to go home. Regret washed over him. I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve just pretended I didn’t know. I should’ve avoided them. But it was too late for that now.
“So… you obviously liked me better, right? You even came to my place.”
Siwoo’s sudden question only made Eunsue want to go home even more. The memories of the past two nights—already hazy and jumbled—swirled in his spinning head. Pushing those fragmented recollections aside, Eunsue stammered, his voice faltering.
“Uh, no, that’s…”
Eunsue’s hesitation and obvious discomfort prompted Sihun to abruptly cut in, scolding Siwoo.
“Stop talking nonsense. Eunsue didn’t even know whose place this was.”
“Ha! You—so you’re saying he came looking for you? Wow, Kang Sihun, you’re really flaunting your sexual confidence? Do you actually think you’re better than me?”
“What? Are you insane? Why does everything with you turn into this? And yeah, obviously I’m better than you.”
And just like that, another meaningless argument began. After exchanging a few more barbs, both of them suddenly turned to Eunsue at the same time. Every time he faced these identical faces, he flinched. The two of them, staring at him in unison, opened their mouths and asked:
“Who’s better?”
“I’m better, right?”
Eunsue’s mouth, which had been hanging open, snapped shut without a single word escaping. Crazy bastards. Instead of the scream echoing in his mind, only an awkward laugh—ha… haha—slipped past his lips.
***
Why did things turn out like this? Eunsue wondered, his lips numb from being parted for so long. He tried to piece together his thoughts, but the memories of the past nights refused to fully resurface. Fine, let’s leave it at that. But today wasn’t supposed to go like this—so why, why was he so naturally…?
As he moved his saliva-slick tongue, his racing breath and thoughts were abruptly shattered by a thud—a jolt to his lower body.
“Ugh.”
A deep, shuddering pleasure spread from his core, making his spine tingle. The pain from Siwoo’s tight grip on his waist had long been drowned out by the waves of ecstasy crashing over him. Siwoo thrust into Eunsue with enough force to leave red marks on his skin.
“Nngh, hah—!”
The precise, relentless pounding against his prostate made Eunsue’s eyes widen. His mouth was stuffed with Sihun’s cock, pressing down on his wet, squirming tongue. He closed his eyes tightly, sucking deeply as the penetration from behind sent tremors all the way to his brain. Siwoo’s voice, rough with pleasure, seeped into his dazed mind.
“Fuck… shit, look at you squeezing me… fuck, you’re swallowing me whole…”
Every thud, smack of their bodies colliding sent Eunsue’s inner walls clenching around Siwoo’s cock. The thick outline of the shaft seemed to imprint itself onto his tender flesh. The elastic tightness of Eunsue’s insides made Siwoo grit his teeth and groan as he snapped his hips forward. Eunsue clenched his lower abdomen, and the pressure around Sihun’s cock in his mouth intensified. He slurped and sucked, his throat struggling to take the swollen head deep. The mix of pain and pleasure blurred, the discomfort slowly morphing into something addictive. Tears streamed down his face as he gagged, but he kept swallowing, his throat working around the intrusion.
“You’re… so good at this… nngh, my cock feels better, right? Hmm?”
Eunsue’s throat convulsed, his body trembling with the overwhelming mix of pain and unfamiliar pleasure. The stimulation to his prostate, the relentless thrusts—his mind went blank.
The two cocks, front and back, pulled out halfway before slamming deep inside him again. The indescribable pleasure that surged through him made his body jerk violently. His own cock dripped cum, the white liquid splattering onto the crumpled sheets. Lost in the peak of his climax, Eunsue’s hand went limp, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Sihun caught Eunsue’s slipping shoulder, steadying him as he continued to fuck his mouth. The swollen, reddened lips wrapped tightly around the cock, sucking without pause. Siwoo’s thrusts from behind sent vibrations through Eunsue’s throat, making Sihun groan.
“Nngh!”
The wet slap of flesh echoed as Siwoo’s hips collided with Eunsue’s ass, the tremors traveling up to the cock buried in his throat. Eunsue, still lost in pleasure, gagged but kept sucking, his throat tightening around Sihun’s shaft. The intense stimulation made Sihun lose control, and he came with a groan, spilling into Eunsue’s throat. The thick fluid slid down, but Eunsue swallowed it all, his face a mess of tears.
Siwoo, still buried inside him, showed no signs of stopping. The relentless pounding against his prostate sent waves of pleasure bordering on pain. Eunsue’s cock twitched, leaking more cum onto the sheets. His body shuddered, a mix of pleasure and agony, as Siwoo finally came deep inside him.
As Siwoo pulled out, Eunsue collapsed to the side, cum dripping from his lips—what he hadn’t managed to swallow. His swollen, reddened lips glistened with the white fluid as he whimpered, his shoulders shaking. Sihun leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tear-streaked cheek.
“Good job.”
The gentle praise made Eunsue swallow the last bit of bitter cum in his mouth. Siwoo, meanwhile, tied off the cum-filled condom and pulled away, his brow furrowed as he stared at the mess of tears and cum on Eunsue’s face. He licked his dry lips and spread Eunsue’s legs apart, rolling him onto his back.
“Let’s go again. You’re driving me crazy.”
As if he hadn’t just come, Siwoo was already hard again. Sihun stopped him.
“It’s my turn.”
His cock, slick with saliva, was just as erect.
“I’m not done yet.”
“If you came, you’re done, you fucking—can’t you see Eunsue’s waiting for me?”
“Fuck you, it was just a few seconds’ difference. You’re the one who’s premature, that’s why you wear a condom.”
“This is called manners, you idiot! Not like you’d know, you’ve barely done this before!”
Eunsue, finally regaining some sense, lay quietly beneath them, catching his breath. This childish bickering is just their habit, huh? But more importantly—these bastards, they want to go again? What about what I want? Of course, it did feel good… but he was exhausted. He blinked away the tears clinging to his lashes and managed to push out a weak sound from his drained abdomen.
“Wait… I—”
His voice cracked, and Sihun immediately sat up, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. He opened it and poured it into Eunsue’s mouth. Eunsue lifted his head and took the bottle, gulping down the cool water. It soothed his scorched throat, and his foggy mind cleared slightly. Sihun gently brushed Eunsue’s sweat-dampened hair back.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
