The swirls and twists of silken brown sparkled almost mysteriously, slipping between the webbed spaces resting between his fingers. His eyebrows, raised knowingly, were perfectly groomed and trimmed, fitting his face with meticulous coordination. His nose, upturned and glimmering with perspiration, twitched slightly at each deep breath before relaxing once more. Light traces of hair adorned the area just above his upper lip, faintly resembling a thin mustache.
He smirked, his seductive tongue dragging across his slick lips; indulging in past endeavors and miscellaneous mouths that had previously crushed against his own. His tongue returned to the warm cavern of his mouth, resuming the light tracing of the bottom row of teeth before snagging his lower lip. A small triangle of bronzed hair peeked just underneath his lip, almost separate from the coffee-colored locks feathered across his chin. The small patch looked almost too smooth; revealing the skillfully-striped, parallel lines etched into his skin.
The prominent bulge of his Adam’s apple rose and fell at each swallow of saliva, his throat addressed with the thick, black necklace clasped around his neck. The light cerulean glint of the marble cross attached to the choker innocently reflected the dull glow of the moonlight scathing through the large, rectangular windows. The charm dangled mischievously, rotating on the silver hook fastening it to the stretchy, durable material.
Pink, erect nipples poked up from a perfect set of pectoral muscles, the tiny nubs marked and bruised with dark stains of bloody, suckling kisses. His flat stomach contracted, the insatiable hunger festering in his mind only serving to increase his homicidal desires. Tight abs flowed down to a dark trail of fine hair, which seemed to direct towards the more than impressive size of his cock. His free arm slung across his chest to rest in his lap, the flexed muscle of his delicious bicep hugged tight to his side. His fingers gripped his slight erection; the small sigh formed in the back of his throat denied and strung by his vocal cords. He lethargically raked his glossy, healthy nails against the heated skin covering the head of his cock; fingertips lightly tugging at the surgical, silver rings slung through the foreskin. The skin of his inner thighs was covered with teeth indentations, exploiting the gray scars of bites from extreme pleasure.
Perhaps the most revealing of all were his eyes; molten liquid strands of pure chocolate and mahogany, glimmering orbs of vicious seduction and evil mockery. Long eyelashes masked his upper cheekbones, resting against the hollow space in severe seriousness. His gaze swirled with dark secrets; secrets that he wasn’t at all afraid to admit. In fact, he was quite proud of them.
The high-rising pitch of moans escalating from Jeffrey’s mouth grabbed his immediate attention, his flaccid cock already stiffening at the simple glimpse of his brother’s assault on the twisted figure beneath him. A sweaty mass of bright pink and red clumped atop Jeffrey’s head, his breath coming in pants and gasps as the damp tresses masked his breathtaking expression. His hips worked with perfect fluency, his cock buried deep within the clenched tightness of Christian’s ass.
Over and over, he viciously humped at the blonde’s warmth, the divine muscles of his thighs contracting and relaxing with each movement. He fucked him with ferocious ease, his head hanging as his palms dug into either side of the body, fingers tangled in the blood-soaked sheets as his cock mercilessly shredded the blonde’s entrance. The slick sound of his body joining with Christian’s filled the shabby room, the unique solution of pre-cum and plasma providing the most elegantly-gooey friction he could have ever imagined.
His mind swirled with insane resolution, leaning down to press his mouth to the horizontal gash embedded into the blonde’s flesh, his tongue crudely piercing the frayed skin of Christian’s neck. His blood, lukewarm, tasted of metallic submission, his mouth savoring the red liquid like an exclusive wine. And he drank, like a portly consumer, lavishly lapping at the crooked wound as if it were his last. But it tasted of his first; the beginning of a parched thirst that wouldn’t be quenched. Ever.
Moaning against the blonde’s neck, his hips continued to favor their rugged pace, his twitching cock perverting itself in the charring heat of Christian’s ass. Suddenly, he could feel his brother’s body slip against his own, the brunette facing him on his hands and knees. The brunette’s fingers stole their seductive path to his left nipple, roughly plucking and twisting at the sensitive nub with unabashed lust. Their blurry gazes met in a flash; Matthew leaning down to slip his tongue into his brother’s parted mouth and in a heated mesh of passion. The brunette’s free hand wrapped around his brother’s throbbing shaft, helping him stroke up into Christian‘s bruised ass. Jeffrey let out a soft cry against his brother’s lips, the brunette’s hand tight and slippery with thick wetness.
Eyes flickering closed, the vibrant spectrum of a prism floating through his mind, he came with an accepted groan, violently rocking deeper into tainted vortex of overwhelming tightness. He was faintly aware of his brother’s tongue tracing the warm contours of his mouth, only leading him further into his personal salvation. His lower lip tucked beneath his upper row of teeth as he aggressively flooded Christian’s being, powerful jets of cum leaving their lasting impression on the blonde’s insides. Chewed nails dug into Christian’s useless ribcage, the unbelievably-soft give of muscle pressed against Jeffrey’s trembling palm. He would have to remember to remove his ribs later. Oh, and maybe a toe or two.
He collapsed against the hunched body not a second later, drifting on a floating cloud of immaculate pleasure. His skin, flushed and dripping with the light sheen of perspiration, bore the tinge of soiled blood and saliva, his jade gaze bleary and full of utter satisfaction. What he had to give to hear the shocked shriek of an unsuspecting onlooker, for earlier they had left the door wide open to suspicion and curiosity. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but to smirk at the memory of the owner of the inn walking into their room. A poor, middle-aged woman of her late 40’s, her mouth gaping in perfect fright until she closed and backed out of the door on shaky feet. This ignited a chorus of giggles and cruel laughter, which was actually light-hearted and joyous. Surprisingly..
Matthew’s hand firmly enclosed around his cock, a small sigh evading his lips as he leaned down, his tongue immediately swirling at the base of Jeffrey’s cock. Plasma and cum darkly stained his lips a faint transparent pink, his mouth scandalously attached to the joining of Christian’s entrance and his brother’s shaft. He felt the younger man’s hips give a weak thrust against the underside of his tongue before completely slipping out of the blonde’s battered backside. Sluggishly, Jeffrey crawled over to his older brother, his hands pushing Matthew back against the splintered, wooden headboard.
The brunette’s legs spread immediately, his head tossed back and lolling against the natural grain, his fist madly pumping at his aching erection. Jeffrey slowly reached down to grab Christian’s bloody body, the blonde’s head drooping almost as if it was broken. Ha. He gingerly lifted the corpse up, propping Christian’s dented skull on his bare shoulder with a callous laugh, sitting the abused body directly onto Matthew’s cock. Gasping fiercely, the brunette’s fingers closed around the blonde’s slashed hips, his delectable cock invading the molested stickiness of Christian’s ass. Jeffrey sat up onto his knees, the old mattress deteriorating a bit at his weight as he slid his hands over Matthew’s, his chest firmly pressed to Christian’s as his mouth instantly attached to the blonde’s ripped throat.
Matthew felt Jeffrey’s fingers tangle with his own, helping him slide the listless body up and down his dick in one graceful movement. And then he couldn’t even breathe. The intensity of it all absorbed his surroundings, his heart rapidly beating against Christian’s back; thumping at the ridges of the blonde’s spine. The taut skin of his nipples chafed against Christian’s ravaged skin, his quick pulse now filling his ears with certain, hard thuds. And for a moment, he could feel Christian’s heart beat with his own, the body’s hips able to squirm and roll back against his cock, the spasming of the blonde’s prostate against his cockhead, and bouncing tendrils of fragrant blonde brushing against his nose.
In foresight, he could imagine Christian’s mouth gaping to allow shrieks and screams to flow from his throat, his vivacious body trembling and shuddering at each forceful thrust. His own cocoa gaze would suddenly turn red as fire, and flames would spill from his mouth, blood gushing from his split chest as he fucked protests and confessions straight from Christian’s body. Suddenly gnawing his teeth into Christian’s shoulder, he came in a blind explosion of uncontrolled desire, crying aloud as he rose up to senselessly fuck the body into the sheets.
A flurry of brown and dark violet curls shadowed his snarled expression as he drove his cock further into Christian, ignoring the obnoxious sound of his shaft nearly splitting the body in half. Furiously, he erupted into the blonde’s ass, gooey cum spilling from the stretched hole down his thighs. He lay still for a moment. It was the only thing he could do. Panting and searching for a breath, he slumped against the blonde’s body, his cock remaining slightly erect in the bloody passage of Christian’s anus. His dick easily slipped from the dominated body as he reluctantly pulled out, falling back against the bed with a lazy smirk. Unconsciousness..
Sometime later, he remembered opening his mouth to accept the long pipe his brother pressed to his lips, deeply inhaling the rich smoke curling from the wide opening. A dense cloud filled the room. Jeffrey sucked up the smoke as well, a crooked grin etching his features as he went back to work. Matthew’s lips finally parted to extract a thick coil of smoke, the light gray twist floating into the air and disappearing into the crisp air of the cold season. Opium. Their favorite. Not that he was biased towards any others. The high that washed over him was almost incomparable, his eyelids sluggishly slipping over his gaze and hurtling him into familiar psychosis. Fuck.
The soft moans ringing in his ears forced him to turn his head and inspect his baby brother. Jeffrey’s head was buried between Christian’s lacerated thighs, his lips firmly locked around the blonde’s semi-erect cock as his tongue lapped at the tip. He had been at it most of the afternoon. Trying to see if he could entice Christian’s cum down his throat. His cheeks were sucked in and his head was slowly moving in the blonde’s bloody lap. Of course most of the blood had dried by now, but he had made new incisions to draw more of the wet substance. As if on cue, he raised his head to meet Matthew’s blurry gaze, the smirk curving his brother’s lips quite obvious.
Jeffrey lifted an eyebrow, reaching over to grab the thin, sharp blade of the razor knife, busily returning to his task. With a deep slash, he cut into Christian’s cock, leaving part of it on to return to sucking hard at the blonde’s shaft, growing impatient and suddenly sinking his teeth into the unresponsive cock. Blood pooled in his mouth as his teeth yanked off the rest of Christian’s dick, grinning mischievously as he held the bloody cock in his mouth.
It seemed as if Jeffrey caught his case of the giggles too, for the younger man removed Christian’s member from his mouth, only to nonchalantly place it atop the dresser. He yanked Christian’s body to the bare floorboards, scooting the deceased prostitute under the filthy bed. No one would ever know, unfortunately. Smiling, Jeffrey fell back against the mattress in a wicked fit of laughter, snuggling close to Matthew’s side. It was as if they direly wanted to get caught, almost daring any official to find them. And they wouldn’t...
Matthew lazily blinked up at the dim, colorless ceiling, a bleary gaze studying the intricate patterns of nothing. A small smile curved onto those deliciously moist lips, his face flushed as he lost himself in blurry, insightful thought. His naked form lay sprawled on the dusty mattress, the light sheen of sweat and cum sticky on his flesh like a cotton blanket. His hand remained still in his dark auburn curls; warm, lifeless fingers tangled amidst the damp wisps of burnt mocha.
“The way you’re licking at his cock, you might as well eat it..”, Matthew pointed out, rolling his head on the sheets with an immoral grin.
“I really need to start taking you literally..”, Matthew replied softly, settling back into the pleasing high before suddenly starting to giggle, the grin covering his face lazy and slow.