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When the image flashed across the television screen, Sae’s world froze in an instant of incandescent fury. Rin and Bunny Iglesias, face-to-face on the gleaming pitch, locked in a ferocious duel—one against the other, like predators in a cage. Blood boiled in his veins, a muffled roar echoing in his chest, as every feint, every clash of bodies reopened wounds he had sworn to seal.

Everything had been orchestrated to avoid this. Frenetic calls to Ego, ignored like dust in the wind; invisible barriers raised with nails and teeth. Bunny, that demon with a false smile and treacherous scars, who had turned Sae’s life into hell—racism whispered in the Spanish locker rooms, humiliations disguised as jokes, star dreams shattered under the weight of venomous stares and cruel isolation.

For a breath, Sae tried to swallow the anxiety, forcing forgetfulness like swallowing poison. But the night betrayed him mercilessly. Intrusive visions invaded his sleep, Bunny repeating with Rin the same torments—manipulative touches, soul-corroding words, the poison of racism seeping into his brother’s flesh as it had into his. He had prepared for the worst, remade himself in steel forged in that furnace, changed everything to survive that monster.

And the disgust, deep and acidic, for that kind of people.

Days dragged on in a bubble of forced silence, each dawn a step above the abyss. Sae buried Bunny’s name under layers of routine. Training until the body begged for mercy, ice-cold showers that washed away sweat and memory, nights when sleep arrived like a thief, stealing the mind before the ghosts could settle. People asked—reporters, teammates, even the building doorman—but he answered with a look that froze words in their throats. He didn’t care. Period.

Then came the Barcha match, the classic that set the city ablaze. The coach, voice firm as a hammer, said it would be “strategy.” Observe Bunny to decipher him, anticipate his tricks. Sae swallowed the protest, gripped the remote like holding a grenade. Two seconds—just two—and the image exploded on the screen. Bunny running, neck exposed under the floodlights, a purple mark, fresh, pulsing, etched just below the ear.

The world stopped. The remote slipped, hit the floor with a hollow thud. His stomach iced over, turned to stone, then acid. Sae ran, knees buckling, and doubled over the toilet the exact moment his body revolted. Bitter, hot vomit spilling from the corners of his mouth as he clutched the cold porcelain like an anchor. No. No. No. No.

But the mind was not foolish. It connected dots with surgical precision. The timing, the proximity, Bunny’s ancient hatred. The mark was no accident; it was a trophy. And if it was Rin’s—if that monster had dared touch the only untouched piece of Sae’s life—then the hell he had lived in Spain would be merely prologue. Bunny didn’t just want to humiliate; he wanted to annihilate, to rip away the brother like tearing the last page from a sacred book.

Sae stayed there, on his knees, face pressed to the bowl, the acrid smell rising, heart pounding.

He lunged for the phone, fingers slipping in sweat as he scrolled to the bottom of the history, where his brother’s name appeared like a forgotten relic—just “R.”, no photo, no context, a vestige of when they still spoke. Dialed. Voicemail. Dialed again. Short messages, shorter each time. “Answer.” “It’s serious.” “Rin.” Nothing. Opened social media his brother barely touched.

Days turned to fog—calls dying in the void, messages piling up like digital trash, stomach churning with every failed attempt. The disgust remained, viscous, soaked into the skin, the air, the image of the purple mark repeating behind closed eyelids—disgust for Bunny, for what he represented, for what he might be doing to Rin.

Called Shidou, voice hoarse, got only a curt reply—he didn’t know, but would try to find out. A thin thread of relief, but enough to keep the heart beating. Still, the dizziness lingered, nausea rising in waves, disgust stuck in his throat like bile.

Days without answer.

Then the phone buzzed.

It buzzed again, insistent, like an insect trapped in glass. Message from Shidou: “Rin got a boyfriend. He’s happy as fuck.”

Sae froze, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Wanted to beg Who? Isagi? Anyone but… But before he could type, a flood of notifications from Rin’s number—twenty, thirty messages, all marked as sent by him, but Sae knew they weren’t. Photos. Videos. Files heavy as lead.

He didn’t want to open them. Would rather die there, face-down on the rug, than see. But the finger betrayed him, tapped the first video.

Dark screen, then dim light. Bunny appeared whole, Barcha shirt still on, pants lowered just enough. Thrusting hard into someone face-down, body hidden in shadows, but the hole gaping around the thick cock, folds stretched to the limit, glistening with spit and sweat. Bunny zoomed in cruelly on the pink edges clinging to the base, as if the hole refused to let go. Sae felt his heart in his mouth, breath cut short, phone slipping from trembling hand.

Swiped. Flash photo, same angle, now lit. The curve of the waist, pale skin, black hair disheveled on the pillow.

Another video.

Then the moan, hoarse, with the unmistakable name.

“Rin.”

Sae felt the floor vanish.

The phone still shook in his hand, but he couldn’t look away. The rest of the video played: legs spread, ass up, the hole winking—literally contracting and relaxing around nothing, as if begging to be filled again. The dilated hole, glistening, drooling thick pre-cum dripping from Bunny’s cockhead to the gaping hole.

And it was Rin who moved.

Not Bunny.

Rin.

Impaling himself slowly, inch by inch, body trembling with want, until Bunny drove deep with one thrust that made the hole swallow everything. The sound—plop wet, flesh on flesh—echoed in the empty room like a slap to Sae’s face.

And Rin moaned. Not in pain. In pleasure. In relief.

He wanted to be the cock inside his brother.

Because Rin wasn’t being fucked.

Rin was fucking himself.

Showing off for the camera like a cheap whore, hole gaping, winking, sucking Bunny’s cock like oxygen. Like it was what he had wanted for years.

Sae’s stomach turned inside out, but the vomit didn’t come. Instead, something worse—his cock throbbed in his pants, hard, traitorous, responding to the sight of his brother being opened, used, enjoying himself like a slut for the man who had ruined Sae’s life.

Wanted to smash the phone.

Wanted to crawl into the screen and rip Bunny out of Rin with bare hands.

But he stayed there, frozen, eyes wide, watching his brother—his brother—writhe, arch, offer himself.

Bunny laughed low into the camera.

The next images paraded in relentless sequence: Rin in multiple poses of surrender—on all fours, back arched, legs over shoulders, body twisted in angles of absolute submission.

One video resumed: Bunny withdrawing slowly, fingers rolling the full condom, latex stretched to the limit, translucent and heavy with accumulated semen. Rin’s hole winking empty, sucking air. He ripped it off with a wet snap, holding it like a trophy before the camera, shaking it to show the volume.

Rubbed it on Rin’s face—first the sweaty cheek, then swollen lips, a whispered “u want?” in broken English, voice hoarse from post-climax. And his eyes—those eyes Sae had known since childhood—gleamed. Truly gleamed, pupils dilated, wet, hungry. Addicted.

The tongue came out, slow, and drank it all, swallowing the viscous contents until empty, throat working visibly, a thick strand of cum dripping from the corner of his mouth, falling on his chin, his chest as Bunny ran fingers through damp hair, a caress affectionate but heavy with possession. Marks scattered over Rin’s body—hickeys, bites, fingerprints—but the dim light blurred them into indistinct smudges.

Static photo, harsh flash punching the scene like a fist of light.

Rin kneeling on the floor, knees spread on the crumpled sheet, bare torso leaning forward. Bunny’s cock still half-hard, thick, veined, red head glistening with spit and cum remnants centered in frame, rising heavy before his face.

Rin’s lips swollen, red, cracked where bitten too hard; a thin thread of saliva mixed with semen dripping from the lower, falling on his chin. Eyes closed (not in pain, not shame), but absolute focus, as if the world had shrunk to that hot tip of flesh touching his mouth.

He kisses.

Soft lips, open just enough to envelop a small part of the glans like a peck. A devoted, wet, slow kiss, like gratitude.

Rin’s hands on Bunny’s thighs, fingers spread, nails lightly digging into skin, not to push away—to hold.

Last video in the batch, phone in Bunny’s right hand, arm stretched up, framing crooked but cruelly intimate. Cold late-afternoon light filtering through living-room blinds, another day—couch in background, cushions on floor, half-empty water bottles.

Bunny lying on his back on the fluffy rug, legs spread, cock half-hard resting on thigh. Rin with bare feet encircling the member like a toy.

Rhythmic, almost lazy movements—right sole pressing the base, Bunny sighing low, voice deep in recording.

Rin smiling sideways, eyes half-closed, tongue passing over cracked lips. Camera dips a bit, catches the cock between feet, then rises back to his face.

No cut.

Rin rises slowly, knees sinking into rug, tilts head to Bunny’s zipper. White teeth glint on metal, slow zip, deliberate, tongue out to lick the path. Cock springs free, hard now, slapping his cheek with a wet tap. Bunny laughs hoarse, camera shaking slightly.

Rin jumps on him like mounting a horse. Legs spread, knees sinking into rug.

“U happy?” in broken English, hoarse voice, quick nod before dropping at once.

The hole swallows everything. Rin throws head back, black hair flying, open smile (teeth showing, eyes closed), long moan turning to scream. Starts bouncing. Fast. Sound of ass on thigh.

Camera sways in Bunny’s hand, but doesn’t drop. Catches everything. Rin’s own cock throbbing untouched, sweat running down forehead.

Three seconds.

Came.

Thick white jets spraying Bunny’s chest, his own belly, one hitting the lens (white blur sliding slow). Bunny laughs again, but with tenderness.

Bunny laughs again, with tenderness. A low, warm sound, almost a purr, free hand rising to Rin’s damp black hair, fingers threading through strands, pulling gently back.

Rin collapses forward, forehead on his shoulder, face red, panting, laughing too (small, shy laugh, soft voice).

Camera still in Bunny’s hand, but now he lowers it slowly, angles to ceiling, then floor, forgetting it records. Image crooked, half-blurred, but continues.

Sae feels the air vanish. Sudden weight in chest, as if oxygen turned to lead.

Bunny’s tenderness pierces him like a slow, deep punch, not breaking bones but crushing something inside.

His hand in Rin’s hair. Thick, tanned fingers sliding slow through sweat-soaked black strands, parting damp locks, massaging scalp with near-religious slowness.

The low laugh. Hoarse, warm sound vibrating in Bunny’s chest, echoing in Sae’s room, entering ears and sticking to skin.

The way Rin’s body fits his. Shoulder to shoulder, waist nested in arm’s curve, legs entwined, Rin’s foot lazily rubbing Bunny’s shin, as if that space was made for him. Rin’s pale skin glued to darker, sweat mixing, sex smell still in air, heavy, sweet, intimate.

Sae returns to the first video, the one that started it all, now he sees in bottom-right corner, almost invisible, the date.

The first day.

The day Rin and Bunny first saw each other on the pitch.

Sae returns to the living-room video, stays there, hypnotized, watching Bunny and Rin so intimate, imagined smell of sweaty skin, of sex, their breathing synchronized, slow. Heat seeming to radiate from screen, as if Sae’s room grew warmer. Texture of rug under bodies, leather couch in background, sweat drying on Rin’s pale skin, leaving matte sheen.

The camera, dropped sideways on fluffy rug, keeps recording silently, crooked and blurred framing but steady enough to catch what follows. Sound erupts first, low dry slap of flesh on flesh, then another, stronger, rhythm establishing. Clap-clap-clap, constant, accelerating, sound of buttocks slamming thighs with brute force, echoing in Sae’s empty room like war drum.

Rin’s feet appear at image edge, bare, pale soles facing camera, toes curled in tension, resting on Bunny’s broad sweaty shoulders. Each thrust makes feet tremble, toes open and close in air, as if Rin tried to grasp something invisible, whole body weight pushed up and down, hole swallowing cock to hilt with wet plop Sae feels in own skin.

Rin cried loud, not pain but overflow, pleasure spilling, hoarse broken moans rising in pitch, “ah-ah-ah” each sharper, wetter, voice tearing throat, air ripped from chest in short gasps. Slap sounds mix. Bunny gripping buttocks with both hands, dry sharp smack on pale flesh, leaving red marks swelling instantly, skin burning, heat rising to Rin’s neck.

Rhythm doesn’t stop, accelerates, clap-clap-clap-clap, faster, deeper, Bunny’s sack slapping hole base with muffled sound, cock sliding in and out whole.

Hours pass like this, sound filling Sae’s room like physical weight, each slap, each moan, each clap of flesh on flesh etched in memory, in body, in cock throbbing in pants without permission.

Last photo froze the room in post-war chaos. Rin sleeping on side, body exposed like spent trophy. Used condoms scattered on bed, some torn, others empty, but his hole stayed gaping, pink edges dilated, cum dripping slow in white threads staining sheets—condoms had served nothing. Breasts swollen, red, deep bite marks; cock limp, irritated, reddened; thighs and neck speckled with purple hickeys, fingerprints branded on pale skin. In image corner, Rin’s phone still on, screen reflecting dozens of unread Sae messages—notifications blue stacked like silent accusations.

Final video opened with Rin stretching lazily, lips seeking Bunny’s, who laughed low to camera, eyes gleaming sadistic amusement. They sucked each other’s tongues, mouths open, saliva mixing. Bunny shifted focus to Rin’s nipples, pinching between fingers, pulling to lens.

“Want me to bite?” whisper in Spanish, almost inaudible.

A shy “yes” escaped in Japanese, hoarse, before Bunny’s teeth sank, licked, sucked. Video cut abruptly.

Sae was left groundless. Empty stomach churned dry, bile rising and falling, nothing to expel. World spun in silence, air too heavy to breathe, body too heavy to move.

Phone buzzed again, strange number, Spanish prefix.

“¿Te gustó? ;)” (Did you like it? ;))

Sae read and reread. Phone shook in hand, or maybe it was him. Eyes wide, breath short.

Sae understood enough. Trembling fingers “fuck you”.

Almost instant reply “no te pongas así, deberías alegrarte por la felicidad de tu hermano” (don’t be like that, you should be happy for your brother’s happiness).

Sae blinked, not understanding at first. Then teeth clenched.

“¿felicidad?” (happiness?)

“¿todavía no lo ves?” (don’t you see it yet?)

Image loaded, Sae stretches neck, almost pressing face to screen, eyes wide, breath short, as if he could enter the room, see beyond what camera shows. Abajur light reflects in his eyes, feverish glow, body leaning forward, neck muscles tense, veins bulging, trying to see more, everything, every detail of what happens there.

Rin sleeping on Bunny’s chest, face serene, lips parted, saliva thread gleaming at mouth corner, light almost childish smile drawn in sleep. Yellow abajur light drew soft contours on pale skin, gentle shadows on face curves, neck marked with purple hickeys, shoulder where head rested. “He’s like this now :D”

In video Rin’s low snores, soft vibrations rising and falling with slow breath, whole body relaxed, heavy. Bunny kissed tip of his nose, lifted blanket. Lying on back, arm around his waist, hand flat on ass curve, holding firm. Cock still inside, motionless, buried to hilt. Thick white puddle dripped slow down Rin’s inner thigh, falling on sheet, forming growing stain.

Rin moves.

Low hoarse moan from throat, body twisting slightly, hips circling slow, unconscious, hole clenching around cock still inside, sucking, pulsing, as if sleep didn’t erase hunger.

His entrance contracts visibly, muscle wave making Bunny’s cock throb once, twice, swollen head pressing deep, forcing more cum to leak, dripping thick threads down thigh, falling on sheet.

Rin sighs, face sinking deeper into Bunny’s chest, ass lifting slightly, offering in sleep.

Discreet caption (he didn’t want me to take it out so my cum wouldn’t leak out of him .( so cute, it was hard to bathe him but nothing impossible).

Then in last video shower on, dense steam, Bunny recording from above. Rin back-turned, fat wet ass spread by his hands, greedy hole tight, sucking Bunny’s cock with greed. Shower video unfolded in slow motion, thick steam rising like incense smoke.

Bunny filmed from below, lens fogged by hot water, capturing every inch throbbing cock, large bulging veins still buried. Water ran in hot streams down Rin’s arched back, dripping on Bunny’s heavy sack, running to floor.

Bunny laughed low, white teeth gleaming, leaned in, kissed Rin over shoulder, tongues entwining, hole contracting and relaxing with each slow thrust, as if nursing the member.

Sae turned off.

Collapsed on floor, knees drawn to chest, hands pressing eyes so hard white sparks exploded in eyelid darkness. Underwear stuck, hot, wet, fabric heavy with cum that escaped without permission, without touch, just from image of Rin—his Rin—on all fours, hole gaping, swallowing Bunny’s cock like salvation.

Disgust rose in waves, acid, burning throat, but it wasn’t just disgust for Bunny; it was disgust for himself. Because while watching his brother moan the monster’s name that destroyed him, while watching those pink folds stretch to limit, pulsing around thick cock sliding in and out with wet slaps, he had cum.

Cum watching Rin surrender.

Cum watching the brother he swore to protect be fucked by the same man who stomped his dreams like extinguishing a cigarette.

It was betrayal. It was profanation. Worst kind—not touch, but desire born there, disgust mixed with hunger, hate turning lust, body betraying mind with erection throbbing even now, even after cum, even with dry vomit in mouth.

Sae wanted to vomit again. Wanted to tear off skin. Wanted to crawl into screen and rip Bunny out of Rin with own hands, but another part—small, rotten, unspeakable—wanted to be Bunny. Wanted to be the cock making Rin arch back, making those eyes close in ecstasy, making brother choose to be filled, marked, happy inside hell Sae knew first.

And that destroyed him more than anything.

Because Rin wasn’t forced.

Rin wanted.

And Sae, on knees on cold floor, underwear sticky, cock still half-hard throbbing against thigh, wanted too.

Wanted to hate.

Wanted to save.

Wanted to fuck.

Wanted to die.

And none made sense together—but all burned at once, like fire under skin.

In following days, ritual became obsession. At three a.m., lights off, only blue screen glow. Opened Rin’s video. Sae closed eyes, overlaid own reflection in dark mirror—he there, hands dug into brother’s pale buttocks, pushing to hilt, feeling tight heat swallow inch by inch. Bunny’s panting breath became his, Rin’s hoarse moan echoed as if for Sae.

Rubbed into open palm, cock throbbing against rough skin, pre-cum running fingers. Or folded pillow in half, mounted between bare thighs, thrusting hard until fabric tore, each stroke echoing what he saw on screen. Bunny vanished, only Sae left inside brother, marking territory with hot cum, filling until overflow, watching semen run down Rin’s trembling thighs. Came in silence, thick jets spraying belly, chest, own hand, Rin’s name trapped in throat like muffled sob. Cleaned with sweaty shirt, returned to video, rewound, repeated.

Until another image arrived. Interlaced hands, identical gold rings with two white drops “thanks for giving him to me”

Last message. “si quieres más videos solo pídemelo, no soy celoso ;)” (if you want more videos just ask, I’m not the jealous type ;))

Sae typed, without hesitation.

“send…”

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The phone was always on silent, but every time the screen lit up, his stomach lurched. Could be noon, three in the morning, right after training. A notification would pop up. Sae opened everything immediately and locked the door behind him.

It was especially rotten because it was his little brother. The same Rin he’d protected from everything as a kid,the one who used to cling to his shirt crying, who looked at Sae like he was invincible.

He got used to it terrifyingly fast. In less than a month the pure disgust had already turned into a poisonous mix with lust, and the lust was winning by a landslide. He started hunting boys who looked like Rin,straight black hair, pale skin, lean athletic bodies, sharp eyes. He found them easily. Took them to cheap motels. Imagined it was Rin spreading open for him, Rin’s voice moaning.

Sae also tried dumping all that mess into the pitch, into training, into the gym. And fuck, it worked too well. His body had never responded so perfectly,muscles sharper, reflexes quicker, opponents looking like children. He was flying.

Meanwhile Bunny had gone distant and distracted. Maybe thinking about Rin. Maybe feeling the same venom running through his veins. And in a twisted way, Sae almost wanted to thank him.

Because now Bunny knew. Knew what it was like to have an obsession that ate you alive, that made the whole world lose color except for one single person. Knew how it felt to look at his little brother and feel his stomach flip with a desire so filthy it made you want to puke.

Bunny knew what Sae had been through,lived days when the only thing inside his head was Rin. Rin laughing. Rin sweaty after practice. Rin asleep face-down on a single bed, t-shirt riding up and showing the curve of his waist. Rin calling him “nii-chan” in that hoarse just-woke-up voice. It was unbearable.

That’s why he’d left that day. Without looking back. Without a decent explanation.

Sae felt a bitter, almost childish pleasure realizing that for the first time he was one step ahead of Bunny.

Now it was Bunny sharing the same roof with Rin, coming home from training and finding Rin walking barefoot around the living room, having to look away when Rin stretched and the shirt rode up too high. It was Bunny coming home exhausted and still feeling his chest heat up just from hearing the shower running, knowing Rin was in there.

And the worst part,Rin didn’t have to do anything for it to happen. He was never a parasite. On the contrary. Rin was the kind of presence that made you want to get home earlier, that made the apartment feel empty when he wasn’t there. You’d catch yourself smiling in the car just remembering he’d probably be sprawled on the couch eating cereal straight from the box, or lying on the floor stretching his legs with that couldn’t-care-less face. It was an insane urge to be close, to touch, to steal a little of that warmth that seemed to radiate from him effortlessly.

You were happy just knowing he was waiting for you,even if Rin never said it outright, even if he only grumbled a lazy “took you long enough” when you walked through the door.

Bunny was living all of that now. The same slow fever, the same loop of thoughts, the same guilt that burned and aroused at the same time. Sae knew every stage of that disease by heart. And for the first time, he was the one watching from the outside while someone else drowned.

The taste of victory was rotten, but it was victory.

Then the videos just… stopped coming. First two days, then four, then a whole week. Sae only really noticed when he woke up at five a.m. with the phone in his hand and saw the last file received was still the one from twenty-three days ago. Sae had watched that video so many times he knew every breath, every wet slap, every time Rin moaned the other guy’s name.

After that it became a madman’s routine. He’d wake up, grab the phone before even getting out of bed, open the chat and refresh manually. Nothing. Shower with the phone on the sink, volume maxed in case a notification came. Train while glancing at the corner of the gym every set, heart racing every time the screen lit up with anything that wasn’t Bunny. Get home, drop the bag on the floor and sit on the couch with the phone in his lap, scrolling the old history up and down like that would make something new appear.

He spent hours lying on the bedroom floor, back against the wall, legs stretched out, phone on his chest, refreshing the app until his eyes burned. When the Wi-Fi flickered for a second he felt a grip so tight in his chest he had to breathe deep to keep from losing it.

Sae couldn’t take it anymore.

That same week he called the high-end real estate agent the club used. Said he wanted a specific apartment,no matter the price or who was living there. The current tenant was a retired doctor planning to stay another two years. Sae offered double the market value in cash plus a fat stack for immediate moving expenses. Contract signed in under two days.

Sold what he needed to sell, transferred everything, left the old apartment practically furnished, only took two big suitcases.

He stopped in the hallway with the new key in his hand. Stood there for minutes staring at the gold number on the wood, hand shaking so hard the metal jingled. Only then did he open his own door, walk in without turning on the light, and head straight to the living room.

The darkness of the empty apartment swallowed him whole. Furniture still covered in white sheets, boxes stacked in the corner, the smell of fresh paint and dust. Sae dropped the suitcases with a dull thud and went straight to the living room, like he was scared to stop and think.

He leaned his back against the cold wall, slid down until he was sitting on the floor, knees up, hands on his head.

What the fuck was he doing here?

He’d crossed the ocean, burned bridges, thrown money away, just to be meters from a door that might never open for him. Just to… what? Peek? Listen? Jerk off in the dark while imagining his brother getting fucked by someone else?

Sae squeezed his eyes shut.

The image of Rin moaning, Rin falling apart, Rin looking at him with those green eyes full of contempt or pity,

Sae took a deep breath, chest aching, and stayed there in the dark, listening to his own heart pounding against his ribs like it was waiting for a verdict.

The days passed in silence.

The apartment across the hall seemed dead.

No lights coming on at night, no door slamming, no footsteps in the hallway. He even thought maybe Bunny and Rin had fought badly, that one had kicked the other out, that maybe it was all over before he even arrived. Part of him almost felt relief at the idea.

Until that night.

He woke to a loud, high-pitched, almost animal moan that cut through the wall like it was paper. It wasn’t next door,it was right in front. Bunny’s apartment door was banging with every hard thrust, the dry sound of wood against the frame marking the rhythm.

Sae didn’t think. He jumped out of bed already hard, took two steps to the door and pressed his eye to the peephole.

Bunny’s white ass flexed with every movement, thigh and waist muscles working hard, sweat running down the curve of his back until it disappeared into the low waistband. Bunny had Rin pinned against his own door, back to him. Bunny’s sweatpants were bunched around his ankles; Rin’s weren’t even there, pale legs shaking every time Bunny drove in deep.

Rin was wrecked with pleasure.

Cheek smashed against the wood, red from friction, mouth half-open letting out those loud moans that had woken Sae. Green eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, hands scrabbling uselessly at the smooth door. Bunny’s huge hand covered almost the entire back of Rin’s neck, keeping his head in place while he fucked mercilessly, hitting the exact spot that made Rin arch his back and sob the name between clenched teeth.

Sae yanked his zipper open so fast he nearly tore the pants. His cock sprang free, throbbing, tip already wet. He pressed his forehead to the cold door, breathing hard, hand closing around himself in the same rhythm as the thrusts he watched through the hole.

Sae saw everything in cruel magnified detail.

Rin came without even being touched. His cock, red and angry, jerked violently and shot a long, thick stream. Another followed, weaker, dripping from the sensitive head. The moan that tore from Rin’s throat was so pathetic, so childish and broken, that Sae felt laughter rise before he could stop it. From the other side of the door, Bunny let out a low, husky laugh.

Bunny didn’t give Rin a break. Kept moving slow, cock still hard massaging Rin’s swollen red hole, the younger boy trembling all over, legs nearly giving out. A thin, clear string started dripping from the tip of Rin’s cock, falling in slow drops to the floor, like his body was melting from the inside out.

It was too much.

Sae gripped the base of his own cock hard, trying to hold back, but it was useless. When he saw that shining string dripping endlessly like water from his brother, he lost it. Came hard, cum splattering the door with so much force it ran in thick streaks to the floor. Hand shaking, chest heaving, eye still glued to the peephole.

On the other side, Bunny grabbed Rin’s hips with both hands, pulled back and buried himself to the hilt. His balls pressed tight against Rin’s ass, whole body locking as he came deep, growling low into the younger boy’s neck. Rin let out a whiny whimper, almost a sob, legs finally buckling,he would’ve fallen if Bunny wasn’t holding him up by the waist like a broken doll.

Sae thought it was over, that his body had already given everything.

But then Bunny bent down, slipped his arms under Rin’s knees, and lifted his little brother like he weighed nothing. Rin was limp, destroyed, whole body trembling from coming so hard. Bunny turned him to face Sae, still impaled, thick cock stretching that red swollen hole that couldn’t close properly anymore.

Rin was facing exactly toward the peephole.

The black makeup Sae hadn’t even known Rin wore had run in thick lines down his cheeks, lips red and swollen from biting, eyes glassy, lost. Beautiful. Beautiful enough to hurt.

Bunny started walking slowly toward Sae’s door, each step letting the cock slide almost out before sinking back in. Sae’s heart pounded so hard he thought it might explode right there.

They stopped half a meter away.

“Come on, we came here for this, didn’t we?” Bunny whispered against Rin’s nape, kissing behind his ear, inhaling the sweaty hair.

“I… I can’t…” Rin whimpered, voice thin, trembling all over, tears still running.

Bunny laughed softly. “Of course you can. You spent all day getting ready and holding it, clenching this little hole around me just thinking about it.”

Rin shook his head weakly, but it didn’t help.

Sae felt the world tilt a degree off its axis.

So it wasn’t delusion. Wasn’t coincidence. Wasn’t random exhibitionism in the hallway. They’d planned it.

Sae’s face burned at the same time his cock throbbed again, betraying any attempt at shame.

The only certainty was that both of them had spent hours thinking about him.

Imagining his face behind the peephole.

“It’s okay.” Bunny let go of one of Rin’s legs. When the younger boy thought he’d be set down, Bunny gripped the other leg tighter and in one motion slammed all the way in, free hand pressing hard on Rin’s lower belly.

Rin threw his head back onto Bunny’s shoulder, tongue out, toes curling in the air.

And then,

A pale yellow stream, hot and continuous, shot from Rin’s soft cock like someone had turned on a faucet. The first blast hit the door so hard it splashed loudly, a wet-dry sound almost musical, before it started running in thick rivulets down the entire door. The puddle formed fast, spreading across the cold marble floor.

Rin’s hands flew back, nails digging into Bunny’s broad shoulders hard enough to leave red marks. Fingers white from gripping, whole body convulsing, belly visibly contracting under Bunny’s hand.

Rin shook all over, thighs spread wide in Bunny’s lap, body still jerking in small spasms. His head hung back on the older boy’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lost, mouth open letting out a soft whine, almost a mewl.

Bunny turned his face and pressed a slow, affectionate kiss to the tear- and makeup-streaked cheek.

“See?” he murmured against the hot skin, voice hoarse from still being buried balls-deep. “Told you you could do it, good boy.”

Rin could only answer with a weak sob, legs still trembling in the air, cock dripping the last yellow drops that mixed with the growing puddle.

When the stream finally weakened into lazy drops from Rin’s soft cock, Bunny adjusted his arm under the knees and lifted him higher, like carrying a freshly married bride who’d been thoroughly ruined. Rin was completely limp, dead weight, head lolling on Bunny’s shoulder, arms hanging loose, whole body swaying with every step.

Bunny started walking slowly back to their own apartment. With every step his hips rose a little and the cock slid almost out, Rin’s red swollen ring opening around the thick head before being swallowed again with a wet, obscene sound that echoed through the empty hallway. Rhythmic, almost hypnotic.

Rin let out short, hoarse sighs with every lazy thrust, like he was still coming inside.

Almost at their door, Bunny stopped for a second.

Turned his face toward Sae’s peephole.

Looked straight at the lens, straight at him, like he knew exactly where Sae’s pupil was glued.

Bunny’s brown eyes were calm, almost serene. A playful glint in them. Mouth half-open, sweat still running down his temple.

Then he turned, shouldered his own door open, and disappeared inside with Rin still impaled, legs dangling, hole winking one last time before the wood closed.

The latch clicked softly.

The hallway fell dead silent and Sae stood there with his hand sticky again and his heart in his throat.

Sae spent nearly an hour crouched, wiping his own cum off the door with paper towels and disinfectant. When he finished he threw everything away, took a scalding shower, and sent a dry message to the building manager: “the big dog from the neighbor across the hall pissed on my door.”

Bunny probably got slapped with a huge fine, but never showed up to complain. Sae smiled to himself in the bathroom mirror, imagining his face.

The following days were strangely calm. Sae unpacked the boxes, set up the bed, hung shirts in the closet, bought pots, filled the fridge, even a plant that would probably die in two weeks.

He tried keeping a normal person’s routine,wake up early, train, come home, cook something, sleep. resíduos But the new apartment felt too big, too quiet.

On random mornings he’d blast music at medium-high volume, always songs he didn’t even really like. Two, three minutes later the front door across the hall would crack open.

Rin would appear in an oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair messy, eyes half-closed from sleep, pouting like he’d been startled by the noise. He’d glance toward Sae’s apartment, sigh deeply, and slam the door again. Sometimes he didn’t even step out, just stuck his head through the gap, grumbled something inaudible, and went back to bed.

He never yelled, never banged on Sae’s door to complain. Just that irritated sigh, that pout that made Sae’s chest tighten.

Sae started running into Bunny almost every day. Elevator, lobby, garage.

Sometimes just a quick nod, sometimes a dry “good morning” that sounded more like a taunt than politeness. Bunny always looking like he’d slept little and fucked a lot,hair messy, purple marks on his neck. Sae pretended not to notice but memorized every detail.

One night he shared the elevator with both of them.

Rin was leaning against the back wall, hood up, earbuds in, staring at the floor. Bunny standing behind him, arm casually around the younger boy’s waist, thumb lightly rubbing the strip of exposed skin between t-shirt and low-slung sweats. When the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, Bunny pulled Rin out by the hand. At the apartment door, before going in, Rin turned, cupped Bunny’s face with both hands, and slowly kissed every old scar on his shoulder.

Then went inside. Bunny looked straight down the hallway, straight at where Sae stood frozen, and gave a lopsided smirk before closing the door.

Sae stayed planted until the elevator went up on its own.

Four-something in the morning, sky still black outside.

Sae woke to a muffled moan, then another louder one, followed by a drawn-out whiny sound that cut through the wall like a knife. His heart did its usual leap, already conditioned. He practically vaulted out of bed, ran barefoot to the door, eye pressed to the peephole in two seconds flat.

Hallway empty.

And the moans kept coming, louder now, mixed with the bed slamming against the shared wall, slow deep rhythm, that skin-on-skin sound Sae knew by heart.

They were fucking inside the apartment.

Not letting him watch.

Sae stood there, forehead against the cold wood, listening to every thrust, every “harder,” every low laugh from Bunny.

He went back to bed heavy with rage and arousal, face-down trying to smother Rin’s moans in the pillow. It didn’t help. His brother’s voice came through the wall,sometimes whiny, sometimes strangled,mixed with Bunny’s low laughter and the constant creak of the bedframe. At some point exhaustion won and he passed out still hearing “deeper… please…”

Woke up to the same sound.

The same voice, now hoarser, more wrecked, “…let me sleep a little…”

Bunny answered something Sae couldn’t quite catch, but right after came Rin’s long moan and the headboard slamming again. Clock read a little past nine. They’d fucked all night and were still going like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It went on like that all day.

Sae showered hearing Rin moan. Made coffee hearing Rin moan. Ran on the treadmill hearing Rin moan. Tried to eat lunch, tried to work, tried to watch a show,nothing drowned it out. An endless loop of slow thrusts, muffled laughs, and tearful pleas of “just a little more.”

By five p.m. he couldn’t take it anymore. When he went to bang on the neighbor’s door, out of pure reflex he glanced through the peephole first.

The metal cover on the opposite peephole was gone.

Not broken on the floor, not bent,just gone.

And through the open hole he saw everything.

At the far end of the living room, lit only by the television’s blue glow, Rin was on his stomach on the couch, legs spread wide, ass up. Bunny on top of him, fucking slow and deep, one hand holding his phone up like he was filming or watching something, the other gripping Rin’s waist hard enough to leave white marks that quickly turned red.

Rin’s face was turned exactly toward the door. Eyes closed, mouth open, tears and drool staining the couch fabric, whole body sliding a few inches with every thrust.

Bunny was buried to the hilt in that perfect ass, Rin falling apart in hoarse moans and beautiful tears, body trembling from taking dick so hard, and the bastard still had the nerve to scroll his phone one-handed like he was checking stories on a lunch break.

It was offensive.

Disrespectful as fuck.

Rin was the most beautiful thing on the planet,sweaty, ruined, begging please in that broken voice,and Bunny treating him like just another warm hole.

Bunny glanced up from the phone for a second, met the empty lens, and smiled lazily, knowingly, before turning his attention back to the brother beneath him.

Sae’s cock hardened so fast it hurt. He stood there with the door cracked just enough to keep the peephole at eye level, breathing heavy, hand already down his pants.

Bunny lifted Rin off the couch like he was picking up a pillow, and the younger boy immediately clung to him,legs around his waist, arms around his neck, face buried in the curve of his shoulder like an exhausted koala. Still impaled, still trembling, still leaking.

With Rin glued to his body, Bunny crossed the whole living room, dragged a wooden chair right up to the entrance,perfect line of sight through the peephole,and sat down, legs spread wide.

Rin slid a little when Bunny stopped and let out a confused whine.

“Why…” the voice came out thin, broken, “why’d you stop?”

Bunny raised a brow, lazy smile.

“Huh? You were begging for a break like ten minutes ago.”

Rin flushed to the tips of his ears, looked away, lips trembling with shame and need.

“Yeah, but… you never listen…”

Bunny laughed low, took Rin’s hand and pulled slowly.

“So if you want to keep going… keep going yourself.”

He placed both of Rin’s hands on his own nape, guiding him up. Rin understood instantly,still facing the door, still in perfect view of Sae,he braced on Bunny’s shoulders, lifted his trembling hips, and started lowering himself, slow, feeling every inch slide back in with a long broken moan.

Bunny just sat there, arms relaxed at his sides, watching upward with the smile of someone front-row at the best movie of the season.

Sae couldn’t look away.

With every slow descent Rin took Bunny’s cock disappeared completely, no resistance, no hesitation. The thick head, veiny shaft, impossible length… all vanished inside his brother’s body like Rin’s hole had been custom-made. The wide head forced the entrance, pink ring stretching into a perfect circle before simply swallowing everything, inch by inch, until Bunny’s balls slapped wetly against him with every drop. Rin moaned hoarsely, threw his head back, but kept lowering himself, rolling his hips like he wanted it even deeper.

And Sae remembered.

Remembered when Rin was little, white diaper slipping down his thighs, whining because of diaper rash. Sae grabbing the talc, blowing gently on the round chubby little butt, spreading cream so carefully he barely touched, and still Rin squirmed and giggled and curled up because it tickled. Remembered feverish nights, Rin burning up in bed, Sae wetting the tip of the suppository with Vaseline, parting those small cheeks with thumb and forefinger, the virgin hole clenching in panic at the slightest pressure. Even a pinky was too much,Rin would cry softly, squeeze everything shut, it felt like it would tear just from the idea.

Now that same hole, that used to spasm shut against a child’s finger, opened easily, greedily, swallowing a monster thicker than Sae’s own fist, took it to the root without bleeding, without pain, and still begged for more with hoarse moans and rolling hips.

Sae squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, jealousy burning deeper than arousal.

How the fuck?

How could that little body he’d treated like glass now spread itself wide open for someone else and thank him for it, lower himself on it, moan “more, Bunny, please” like it would never be enough?

It was the same hole.

Rin fucking himself right in front of him.

Sae left the building fuming, face hot with rage and shame.

How was it possible? How could Rin love it so much,love having his ass stuffed, love spreading himself open for Bunny like that, ridiculous, almost desperate, like the world would end if he didn’t have cock constantly? The image wouldn’t leave his head,his brother rolling his hips alone, moaning for more, the monstrous cock disappearing effortlessly into the hole that used to be so small and untouched.

The next few days were a strange silence. The moans stopped coming through the wall. Sae turned off the loud morning music too.

And the longing hit like a fever.

His cock wouldn’t get hard for anything anymore. Not the cheap Rin lookalikes he still tried to pick up in bars, not porn, not memories of anyone else. It was like his body had locked up, waiting for a signal that only came when Rin was near,even if only through a wall or a peephole.

Sometimes in the middle of the night Sae found himself standing in front of their door, hand on the knob, imagining whether one hard kick would be enough to break it down.

Imagined dragging Rin away, locking him in a room that was only his, building a special box where only his brother’s head and ass stuck out, cute, accessible, so he could fuck whenever he wanted, kiss that whiny mouth all day, bury his face in Rin’s neck and never let go.

It was madness.

It was everything he wanted.

But he did nothing.

Just stood there breathing hard in the dark, cock aching with longing, waiting for a moan that never came again, any sound that said Rin was still there on the other side of the wall,alive, warm, his,even if he never had been.

Until one day, coming home from a trip, their door was wide open.

And everything changed again.

Sae got in late, almost two a.m., the whole hallway dead quiet. The wheeled suitcase was still rattling behind him when he turned the corner and saw it.

The neighbor’s door stood wide open, frame kicked against the wall like someone had booted it and forgotten to close it. Yellow warm light from the living room spilled onto the cold marble, forming a path that seemed made for him to follow.

His heart punched so hard he almost dropped the suitcase right there.

Did they forget?

Or was it another step in that sick game the three of them played without ever saying the rules?

He took a deep breath, left the suitcase leaning against his own door, wiped sweaty palms on his sweatpants, and walked in without a sound.

The apartment smelled like burnt coffee, stale cigarette, and something sweet he couldn’t place right away. The living room was a mess he’d never seen,pillows on the floor, blanket balled up on the couch, used glasses on the coffee table. TV on some random channel, volume muted, playing knife commercials that never dull.

And in the kitchen, back to him,Bunny.

Sitting at the wooden table, elbows propped, big mug between his hands. Old black t-shirt torn at the collar, shoulders more slumped than Sae had ever seen.

Didn’t turn when he heard the footsteps.

“Sit,” he said, voice so rough it sounded like sandpaper.

Sae stood frozen between living room and kitchen, fists clenched at his sides.

He took one step, another, pulled out the wooden chair with a screech too loud in the silence, and sat across from him.

Bunny slid a second mug over.

The liquid inside was black, thick, almost viscous, with a thin layer of reddish-brown foam. Smelled like coffee brewed way too strong mixed with something sweet, bitter, and vaguely medicinal that turned Sae’s stomach with anticipation.

“Drink.”

“No.” Sae answered through clenched teeth. “I’m not an idiot.”

Bunny looked up for the first time.

A small, crooked smile with no humor appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“You will be if you don’t.”

Silence.

Sae looked at the mug. Looked at Bunny. Looked down the dark hallway toward the bedrooms,door cracked, lights off inside. No sound from Rin. No moans, no footsteps, nothing.

His hand shook a little when he took the mug.

The glass was too hot.

He brought it to his lips and downed it in one go.

The taste was bitter, sweet, burned the tongue and went down scratching.

In less than ten seconds heat spread through his chest, down his arms, up to his head. Legs went soft like the bones had been turned off. The ceiling started spinning slowly.

Bunny stood, walked around the table slowly, and caught Sae by the shoulders before he toppled forward.

Their eyes met for one second too long.

“Good night, Sae,” Bunny murmured, so close Sae could feel coffee and whiskey breath on his face. “I don’t get what he saw in you. But he asked so sweetly I couldn’t say no.”

The front door, which Sae had left open, closed by itself with a soft click, like an invisible hand had turned the knob from outside.

The world went black before Sae hit the floor.

Sae came to with a hot thick jet hitting his face.

He opened his eyes just as the second spurt from Rin splashed his cheek, nose, lips. Rin coming standing up, legs shaking, Bunny behind him driving deep, one hand on his waist, the other gripping the back of his neck pulling his head back. Rin moaned loud, eyes rolled back, cock shooting endlessly, marking his big brother’s face like territory.

Sae’s head pounded, the bitter taste of the drug still in his mouth, but his tongue came out on its own, greedily licking whatever it could reach,the corner of his mouth, upper lip, his own brother’s cum running hot down his chin.

Bunny laughed low, never stopping his thrusts.

“Look at that, baby… your favorite person woke up.” Rin was already looking at Bunny, eyes glassy, confused, still lost in orgasm. When he heard the words he frowned “…am I your new favorite person?” Rin nodded. Bunny let out an affectionate laugh, driving deeper just to hear Rin sob. “That’s so sweet, love… but now look at your big brother.” He grabbed Rin’s chin and forced his head down, making the green eyes meet Sae’s. “Like your present, Rin?”

Rin blinked slowly, face red, tears mixed with the cum still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Sae like he was asking permission, or forgiveness, and whispered something so low only Bunny heard.

Bunny laughed for real this time, a sound that filled the whole room.

Pulled out of Rin in one go.

A thick river of cum poured from the younger boy’s open red hole, dripping heavily onto the wooden floor, forming a white puddle between his bare feet.

Bunny dropped onto the edge of the bed, cock still hard glistening with lube and cum, and gave Rin’s thigh an affectionate pat.

“If you really want this… ask him.”

Rin swallowed hard.

Legs still trembling, hole winking open, leaking nonstop.

He looked at Sae,eyes big, wet, full of sick beautiful hope,and opened his mouth.

“Sae…”

Rin’s voice came out low, shaky, almost a mewl.

The same second a loud sharp slap echoed through the room,Bunny’s hand cracked across Rin’s left cheek hard enough to leave an instant red mark.

“Mind your manners, princess,” Bunny said, calm and amused. “He’s your nii-chan and our guest of honor.”

Rin nodded fast, ears burning with shame and lust.

Took a deep breath, turned his back to Sae and, without hesitation, grabbed his own cheeks with both hands and spread everything open.

The ass that used to be small and skinny was now plump, round, heavy, covered in old and fresh handprints.

In the middle, the red swollen hole winking open, leaking a thick thread of cum that ran slowly down his thighs.

“Nii-chan…” the voice came out whiny, sweet, “can you… lick me?”

Sae’s brain short-circuited.

Was he dreaming?

Had he died on the plane and this was heaven or hell?

Because there was no other explanation for Rin,his Rin,on all fours in front of him, spreading his own ass and begging, pleading, to be licked.

He glanced sideways.

Bunny was leaning against the headboard, arms crossed, cock still hard against his stomach, lazy satisfied smile, waiting.

Sae didn’t think.

The rope around his wrists suddenly loosened and he dove face-first.

Whole face buried between his brother’s cheeks, tongue already lapping at the open hole, sucking Bunny’s cum that still leaked out, tasting the mix of both of them, the strong smell, the heat, Rin’s thighs trembling when he moaned too loud and pushed back.

Sae licked like a man drinking water after years in the desert,deep, greedy, breathless, shameless, thinking of nothing but that hole that was now his, even if only for today, even if only by permission.

And for the first time in years, Rin called again, voice broken, wet with tears and pleasure.

“That’s his favorite part,” Bunny said, voice low and amused, like a sports commentator. “Don’t be shy, Sae. Go all in, bite, bury your whole face… do whatever. He loves it.”

Sae barely heard.

Bunny’s cum still ran hot down his chin, mixed with spit and sweat, but he didn’t care.

Face completely buried between Rin’s thick cheeks, tongue shoved as deep as it would go, sucking that red swollen hole like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Rin moaned way too loud, trembling hands spreading himself wider, pushing back desperately.

“Nii-chan… deeper… please…”

Sae obeyed.

Mouth closed over the entire ring, sucked hard, felt the little hole flutter and clench around his tongue.

Bit gently at the soft flesh, scraped with teeth, licked down to the balls, back to the hole, shoved his tongue in whole again. Rin cried from pleasure, legs giving out, whole body shaking, calling “nii-chan… nii-chan…” between sobs.

Sae forgot Bunny was even there watching.

There was only his little brother falling apart on his mouth, begging for more, begging for everything.

“Enough, fuck.”

Bunny grabbed Rin by the hair and yanked him back hard.

The hole popped off Sae’s mouth with a wet sound, leaving a thick string of spit and cum stretching between Sae’s tongue and the red hole that still winked open.

Sae knelt there mouth agape, licking empty air like a rabid dog, face completely covered in cum, spit and sweat, eyes bloodshot with pure lust.

“You’re sucking his soul out, man,” Bunny growled, holding Rin by the waist and shaking his hips back and forth, showing off the leaking hole. “Look how much cum I pumped into him all night… and you want to clean it all with that greedy tongue?”

Rin let out a hoarse moan, legs trembling, looking at Sae with eyes wet with lust and pleading.

Bunny slid his big hand down Rin’s flat hard stomach, pressing just below the navel with spread fingers, like he was measuring the bulge.

“If I could, this little belly would already be swollen with my kids, huh, princess? That’s why you love being filled so much… pretending you’re pregnant with me… my little cumdump doll.”

He shoved two fingers without warning into Rin’s already loose hole, twisting deep, making more cum gush out and run down the younger boy’s thighs.

Rin screamed, arched his back, cock jerking hard, drooling pre-cum onto the floor.

Rin didn’t even try to answer.

He was too busy staring at the hard throbbing bulge in Sae’s sweatpants, eyes fixed, hungry, like he could see through the fabric.

Bunny noticed and laughed low against his ear.

“Do whatever you want with him,” Bunny said, voice low and sure, like handing over an expensive gift.

Rin turned his face immediately, eyes shining, and gave Bunny a quick sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you…” he whispered, almost shy, before turning back to Sae, all eager.

Sae, still tied to the chair, rolled his eyes hard.

“But…” he started, voice rough.

Both stopped instantly.

Rin froze with his lips inches from Sae’s face. Bunny raised a brow, curious.

Bunny pulled a thick gold ring from his pocket,identical to the ones he and Rin wore on their ring fingers.

Pulled Rin into a deep kiss, tongue sliding in without warning, distracting the younger boy while he slipped the ring down Rin’s still-soft sensitive cock.

The metallic click was sharp when it locked at the base.

Rin only noticed when the metal squeezed and let out a startled squeak against Bunny’s mouth.

“This useless little thing,” Bunny said, nodding toward Sae without taking his eyes off Rin, “won’t be able to come while he’s using him.” He pointed at Sae.

Gave the caged cock a hard slap, making the red flesh swing heavy.

Then a vicious flick to the head that made Rin arch and sob loud.

When he tried to pinch the tip just to test, Rin grabbed his wrist with both hands, angry, eyes teary. Bunny turned his head sideways, tongue out, laughing like he’d won the lottery.

He let the younger boy go,cock locked and throbbing,and walked over to Sae. Untied the ropes calmly, almost gently.

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered, voice low, no room for argument.

Sae clenched his jaw, wanted to spit in his face, wanted to say he didn’t take orders from anyone.

But his cock hurt so bad, throbbed so hard, his body betrayed him first,stood up on shaky legs and went to sit on the edge of the bed exactly where Bunny pointed.

Bunny smiled crookedly, satisfied, and gave his own thigh a light pat.

“Good choice,” he murmured.

Bunny sat beside Sae on the bed’s edge, shoulder to shoulder, legs spread, cocks hard pointing at the ceiling.

Rin knelt on the floor between them, green eyes flicking up and down, starving.

First he pulled Sae’s pants off completely, tossed them aside, then leaned in and slowly licked both heads at once,tongue sliding across Bunny’s slit, then Sae’s, mixing their pre-cum in one swipe.

Made a low satisfied sound, like tasting two different flavors and not knowing which he wanted more.

But soon dropped his mouth onto Bunny’s cock, swallowing deep, throat relaxed, drooling everything, eyes closing in pleasure as he sucked eagerly.

Sae felt jealousy burn in his chest.

He was so close, so close to his brother’s mouth, and still Rin chose the other one first.

“Rin…” he called, voice hoarse, almost begging.

Rin’s eyes snapped open, looked up at his big brother with that sweet filthy gaze that always destroyed Sae, and without fully taking Bunny’s cock out of his mouth, slid sideways.

The hot wet mouth,sloppy with spit and pre-cum,went straight down on Sae’s cock.

Fuck.

His little brother,the one he’d changed diapers for, carried in his arms,now on his knees making a perfect O with his lips around Sae’s cockhead, tongue swirling the slit, then opening those pink lips and letting the whole length slide to the back of his throat with a wet obscene sound.

Sae moaned loud, grabbed the black hair with both hands, shoved deeper without meaning to.

Rin gagged, tears running, but didn’t pull back,just looked up, green eyes shining, and started sucking hard, head bobbing, cheeks hollow, throat squeezing every time he took it to the root.

Bunny watched from the side, cock wet against Rin’s cheek, smirking.

And Rin, without taking the cock out of his mouth, just moaned in response,the vibrations shooting straight to Sae’s balls.

And Sae lost whatever control he had left.

Rin’s mouth slammed down to the base with brutal force, throat clenching like a hot fist, tongue pressing the thick vein from base to tip, sucking so hard Sae felt his balls draw up. When he pulled up he kissed the head, sucked just the tip like he wanted to milk the pre-cum straight from the source, then swallowed again until his nose smashed against Sae’s pelvis, choking, drooling thick ropes of saliva that ran down the shaft and dripped to the floor.

Sae gripped the black hair with both hands, fucking his brother’s throat without mercy. Every time Rin gagged the green eyes rolled back, tears streaming, but he pushed forward on his own, wanting more, wanting everything.

When Rin turned to lick Bunny’s head, Bunny grabbed his face with both hands and fucked deep into his mouth too, using the throat like a toy, then released him back to Sae.

It was a silent competition,who could make Rin gag louder, who could make the tears fall faster.

Rin switched between the two cocks like a starving slut, throat already raw, lips swollen, spit running down his chin and dripping onto his chest. The gold ring on his cock swung wildly, purple head leaking pre-cum nonstop.

“Look at him, Sae,” Bunny growled, voice thick with lust. “Look at your little brother turning into this.”

Sae answered by shoving so deep Rin’s nose crushed against his pubic bone, holding there until the younger boy slapped his thighs begging for air.

When he let go Rin coughed, thick spit pouring out, but immediately opened his mouth again, tongue out, begging.

“Nii-chan… more…” he moaned, voice wrecked.

He fucked his brother’s throat with animal force, balls slapping chin, while Bunny shoved two fingers into Rin’s open hole just to hear him scream around the cock.

The whole room smelled of sex, spit, cum, and desperation.

Sae came hard, hips jerking, thick hot jets shooting straight down Rin’s throat.

Rin swallowed everything, every drop, throat working fast, eyes closed in pure bliss, until the last pulse.

When it was over, instead of pulling away, Rin hugged Sae’s right leg with both arms, face pressed to his thigh, and started grinding against it like an animal in heat.

The caged cock rubbed desperately against his brother’s shin, leaving shiny trails of pre-cum, whole little body trembling with need.

Sae froze, heart racing, not knowing whether to push away or pull closer.

Bunny laughed low, grabbed Rin by the waist and lifted him into his lap, kissing the ruined mouth while grinding his own hard cock against Rin’s stomach.

“Think it’s time to fill you up again, princess,” he murmured against swollen lips.

Turned his face to Sae, dangerous smile.

“What do you say, Sae? Want to join and keep your brother from coming all night… or would you rather just watch him turn into a leaking faucet while I ruin him till tomorrow?”

Rin squirmed in Bunny’s lap, desperate.

“Nii-chan…” he whined, back to Sae, voice broken. “Please… I need to come… please…”

Sae didn’t answer with words.

Just stood, cock already hardening again, grabbed Rin’s hips with both hands and, without warning, buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Rin screamed loud, whole body convulsing, gold ring swinging wildly.

Bunny held Rin’s torso firm against his chest, kissing his sweaty neck, while Sae fucked with animal force, balls slapping ass, every thrust opening that already ruined hole wider.

Rin was being fucked by his own brother while held in his boyfriend’s arms.

Two possessive pairs of hands in different places, two cocks he loved in different ways, and no chance of coming until they decided.

Every thrust from Sae was a thunderclap,he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back hard enough to shove Rin forward, but Bunny held his chest tight against his own body, trapping the younger boy in place, turning every impact into an explosion inside the ruined hole.

The red flesh of the ring opened and closed around Sae’s cock, sucking, sloppy, making wet indecent sounds that echoed through the room.

Rin screamed nonstop, voice hoarse, broken, almost animal.

Bunny bit his shoulder, sucked the neck until it bruised purple, one hand pinching a nipple hard, the other sliding down to stroke the caged cock, rubbing without letting him come, just torturing.

“Look at him, Sae,” Bunny growled, eyes shining with lust.

Sae answered with a brutal series of thrusts that made Rin arch so hard he nearly snapped his spine, tears running, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Fuck, he’s fluttering around me,” Sae grunted, voice shaking. “Swallowing everything… begging me to come inside…”

“Then come,” Bunny ordered, shoving two fingers alongside Sae’s cock into Rin’s hole, stretching wider, forcing the younger boy to feel both at once.

Rin screamed so loud his voice cracked, whole body convulsing, hole clenching both desperately.

And Sae came.

Thick hot jets deep, filling Rin until he felt the liquid running down his thighs, mixed with what Bunny had left earlier.

Rin cried, laughed, trembled all over, still locked in the ring, still not allowed to come, still begging.

And neither of them stopped.

Bunny turned Rin’s face to him, kissed deep, tongue going all the way in, while Sae kept fucking slow, pushing his own cum back inside.

“Good boy,” Bunny whispered against the ruined mouth.

Rin writhed in Bunny’s lap like every cell was on fire, hole stretched to the limit by Sae’s cock sliding in and out without mercy, every thrust hitting the spot that made stars explode behind his eyes.

But the gold ring squeezed the base of his cock like a cruel shackle, trapping the orgasm right at the edge, letting the pleasure pile up until it became pure agony.

He cried loud, broken sobs between hoarse moans, tears running hot down his red face, dripping onto Bunny’s chest that held him like a broken doll.

“I can’t take it anymore…” the voice came out strangled, thin, almost childish, whole body convulsing in desperate spasms.

His thighs shook so hard Bunny had to grip tighter to keep him from falling.

Every time Sae drove deep, Rin felt the orgasm rise like a giant wave, crash against the wall of the ring and bounce back inside, building, swelling, turning pleasure into torture.

He clawed at Bunny’s arms, nails digging into skin, leaving red marks, hips rolling on their own trying to come any way possible.

The sobs turned into low howls, face twisted into a mask of pure desperation, mouth open drooling, eyes rolled back begging both of them at once.

Bunny kissed his neck, licked the tears, but didn’t loosen the grip.

Rin thrashed, legs kicking the air, sweaty body slipping in Bunny’s lap, begging with every muscle, every tear, every broken moan.

The desperation was palpable, a living thing that filled the whole room, making even Sae hesitate for a second,but Bunny just laughed low, squeezing harder.

“He’s gorgeous like this, isn’t he, Sae? All broken, desperate… go on, fuck him deeper so he begs louder.”

Fuck, this was insanity.

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Sae woke with his head pounding so hard it felt like someone had driven a nail into his skull.

The room was dark, smelled of sex, sweat, and dried cum. He didn’t recognize the place at first, until Rin’s face,sleeping peacefully inches from his,brought everything back like a fast-forward movie.

They had fucked Rin until he passed out.

Literally.

Had filled his ass until it overflowed, fucked his throat until his voice was gone, played with the locked cock until he begged silently.

When they finally removed the ring, Rin came like a fountain,thick long jets that wouldn’t stop, then dry orgasms, body convulsing with nothing coming out, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. And even then they kept going.

Again.

And again.

Until Rin blacked out in their arms, limp, destroyed, beautiful.

Sae leaned in and kissed his brother’s sweaty forehead, then the parted lips.

Rin woke instantly, green eyes opening slowly, confused, then lighting up when he saw who it was.

“Nii-chan…” he whispered, voice hoarse from all the screaming, and clung to him like a koala, legs and arms wrapping around Sae completely.

They kissed slow, lazy, tongue against tongue, kisses trailing down the neck, the chest, the purple marks both of them had left the night before. “Nii-chan… nii-chan…” Rin kept repeating between sighs, like it was the only word he still knew.

Sae only noticed Bunny was there when he felt eyes burning into his back.

Bunny leaned against the bedroom door, arms crossed, expression unreadable, watching everything in silence.

Sae held his gaze for a second, then gave Rin one last long deep kiss, got out of bed, picked up his scattered clothes (still dirty, sticky, reeking of sex) and got dressed without a word.

Left their apartment without looking back.

He thought it was over. Days turned into weeks. Total silence. No moans through the wall, no missing peephole cover, no videos, nothing.

Until one night the doorbell rang at the same time his phone buzzed.

Message from Bunny: “take care of him for me
 gotta be away for a while”

Sae frowned, heart racing for no apparent reason.

Opened the door.

Rin stood there barefoot, wearing only an oversized sweatshirt slipping off one shoulder, hugging a pillow to his chest, face red, eyes down.

Looked up, biting his lip.

“…nii-chan?”