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“ Ah ...”
Dee’s head snaps up, hips stuttering off beat and head spinning wildly to pinpoint the source of a noise that definitely wasn’t either of them.
“I always did wonder what you boys got up to when I don’t work from home.”
Glam.
That’s Dad’s voice.
It’s so sudden, so wholly and completely unexpected that for one magically stress free moment, Dee thinks that maybe this - all of it, the tests, the positives, everything - must be some terrifyingly clear dream.
But then he hears the door to his bedroom slam definitively shut, a quiet shuffle of feet, and Dee startles so severely he jerks halfway out of Heavy, twisting around to catch sight of a familiar head of wild blond hair before a hand settles on his chin, guiding his gaze back to his little brother.
The only thing that stops him from sliding all the way out is the fingers brushing right up against his back, stroking downwards to rest at the base of his spine and nudging his hips forward with the type of careful guidance only a father’s touch can have.
“Ah, no need to pull out on my account, Dee.” Glam says, peering over his shoulder and eyeing the scattered pregnancy tests. “It’s clear you don’t normally make a habit of it.”
A shiver slices up his spine, brain unable to parse through the feeling of his father’s hand on his back while his cock is buried in his little brother. Encouraging him. Dee can’t help himself, so disoriented he barely knows right from left, let alone has the presence of mind to not fuck himself back up into that comforting heat.
“This isn’t -”
“What it looks like? Dee, you’re smarter than that.”
“Dee please... ” Heavy slurs, tossing his head in the sheets, clinging to Dee for all he’s worth. Dee can feel his walls fluttering, drawing Dee deeper with every clench. Dee can’t help himself really, hips rolling up of their own accord, sinking back to bottom as Heavy moans .
“ Dad- ” Dee tries, terrified.
“Finish.” Glam says, tone razor sharp. “And I’ll consider not telling your mother.”
Dee feels terror so real and visceral it makes his stomach roil. Vicky would likely kill him, if the shock of it didn’t kill her first. What would she say, to see Dee defiling her perfect little sunflower before he’d even hit double digits? How would she react knowing Dee had stolen something from them he’ll never be able to return?
The hand at his back is gone now, but Dee finds himself keeping pace without the help. He’s going slower though, unsure now if he should tear out of the room as quickly as possible or simply listen .
But it’s not like Heavy’s making it difficult to keep going, fucking himself down onto Dee’s cock when he slows to the point of almost stillness. Glam just settles one knee on the bed, hand coming up to brush the hair back from Heavy’s forehead before dropping a kiss there. He looks… indulgent, somehow, an expression Dee can’t reconcile seeing on his father’s face while his own cock slides in and out of Heavy not inches away from where Glam is stroking his face.
It’s in a daze that Dee watches his father focus on the trembling boy, murmuring, “You’re doing so well, Heavy, for one so young,” before cutting a look up at Dee.
Dee’s entire face goes red with shame, but the way Heavy warbles out a pleading, desperate, “ Daaaddy?” means the praise hit home. It also means Heavy still doesn’t understand that what they’re doing is inherently wrong, despite how many times Dee’s tried to explain it to him. He’s scarcely phased at the presence of their father, only seems to melt deeper into the sheets as Glam murmurs out an affirmative.
It’s surreal, watching Heavy tip up into the gentle press of lips at his temple, shuddering as Glam works a hand down his neck and over his chest. His brows raise when Heavy arches into the touch immediately, thrashing when Glam finds a small rosy bud and pinches.
“Sensitive.” He comments, ghost of a smile touching his face. “Dee trained you well didn’t he?”
Dee can’t believe what he’s hearing - what he’s seeing . Can’t process his dad’s wandering hands, fixed on the metal covered fingers teasing a trail down Heavy’s torso and settling on that sensitive swell of his tummy that Dee’s pushing upwards with the very tip of his cock and -
Fuck. Fuck .
It feels a whole lot like Glam’s touching the both of them right now, hand pressed to Heavy’s belly as Dee rounds it out again and again, growing dizzy as Glam’s hands go lower , sweeping over the bulge and finding Dee’s favourite part of Heavy.
Dee’s breath catches in his throat, every nerve ending on his body lighting up at once as Glam’s thumb finds the swollen puff of Heavy’s clit and rolls it with a tenderness Dee’s never bothered with before, pulling a noise so high and wrecked out of him that Dee wonders if he’ll lose his voice.
“You like that, sweet one?” Glam shouldn’t have to ask, clear in the way Heavy’s spine bows out and he whines, loud and unchecked. “Does your brother touch you this nicely? Take care of you? Make you feel good?”
Each one of his words is accompanied by a swirl of his fingers, making Heavy squeeze tight around Dee with every pass. The kid can’t respond, mouth caught open on a choked off whimper. It’s all the invitation Glam needs, leaning fully onto the bed and pressing a soft kiss to the parted slant of Heavy’s mouth.
And fuck if Heavy doesn’t kiss him back almost immediately, desperate and lax and so good for his daddy in a way that he never is for Dee. Dee can see it clear as day and he’s got no doubt that Glam can see it too. He might be Dee’s little brother but he’ll always be ‘Daddy’s Boy’ at the end of the day.
Heavy’s never kissed anyone other than Dee, but the way he opens up for Glam makes Dee feel like he’s going crazy. Dee’s not sure when Heavy’s hands found their way around Glam’s shoulders, but Dee can faintly hear him whining, “D -Daddy I c-can’t …” all quiet and overwhelmed and it shouldn’t be so hot, it shouldn’t , but Dee’s just a kid himself, can barely control his own impulses let alone his thoughts.
If he thought he was close before, it’s nothing compared to the way he feels when Glam whispers back, “Yes you can, sweetheart, just like that…” rubbing Heavy’s clit like pleasuring his boys is second nature.
It makes Heavy go impossibly tight, voice cracking on a sob as Dee’s thrusts go all stuttered and erratic. He can’t pull out, knows he shouldn’t in some distant part of his brain. Glam’s teaching them a lesson right now, and Dee has to play along, has to keep fucking into Heavy until they both tumble over the finish line.
“ I - I - ! ” It’s Heavy, it’s always Heavy, chest heaving as he struggles to pull in breath.
Glam shushes him easy, a soft “ There we go… ” the last little bit of encouragement Heavy needs before his climax crashes over him, rippling straight down to where they’re both connected and dragging Dee with him.
It always feels like the first time all over again, Dee’s balls drawing up tight as a guttural groan leaves him. He’s not sure when his hands had found Heavy’s waist again, but he can feel his nails digging crescents into the soft skin there, sure to leave marks later.
It feels like it goes on forever, Dee’s vision going dark for a few seconds as they shudder in unison. Heavy stays tight so long Dee wonders if he’s going to have to tell him to ease up, but then all at once Heavy goes loose. Dee can feel his own release trickling out of him already, Heavy too tiny to take his whole load and keep it in without spilling.
Dee tries to catch his breath, one eye cracked open to watch Glam settle properly on the bed, gathering Heavy up into his lap and dropping another sweet kiss to his temple. Heavy leans into him instinctually, sniffling quietly and finding comfort in the curl of his father’s arms as Dee slips out of him.
He’s still half hard, dick twitching as he watches his cum ooze out of his baby brother. Doesn’t quite notice Glam’s hands running up the insides of Heavy’s thighs until they reach the wetness, casually parting his legs again and inclining his head towards Dee.
“You never did strike me as the messy one,” Glam comments idly, chin tipped down to observe the same thing Dee’s stuck watching. And watch is all Dee can do as Glam’s fingers find Heavy’s opening, dragging through the evidence of Dee’s selfishness and smearing it against the rubbed raw skin of Heavy’s pussy. “Why don’t you clean up your mess, hm?”
“Dad -”
“Go ahead.” Glam's tone is mild, but Dee knows an order when he hears one. It’s with burning cheeks that he kneels down, falling forward onto his forearms and shooting one last look at Glam before burying his face between Heavy’s thighs.
Glams fingers are still in the way, and Dee finds himself licking over a big, silver ring before the fingers give way to the sweetness of Heavy’s cunt. Dee’s only done this a handful of times, and never after they’ve both finished, but there’s something so terribly intimate about the whole thing that has him diving forward eagerly, tongue lolling out to drag hot and firm against his baby brother’s used cunt.
There’s a different hand in his hair, Glam’s other if the rings are anything to go by, and Dee finds himself moaning a little too-desperately, bumping his head up into the comforting touch as he curls his tongue into Heavy again and again. Glam’s fingers slide in right alongside, playing with Dee’s tongue even as he pushes it deep, making sure they get it all out.
“That’s my boy,” Glam says, sounding far away and faint. Dee’s head feels a little like he’s spinning, and he can hear Heavy sobbing somewhere above him, pleading for something Dee can’t focus on. All he cares about is this - his father’s hand in his hair while he works his baby brother over, sucking at the sensitive folds until all he can taste is Heavy, sweet and clear and perfect.
He’s not thinking about how Heavy must be feeling right now, shaking and crying and so overstimulated but surrounded by warmth and pleasure and the two people he loves the absolute most . Feels so good that all he can do is wail and thrash until he’s coming again, a weak squirt of clear, tasteless slick wetting Dee’s face and filling his mouth.
He licks that up too, not stopping until Heavy’s gone entirely unmoving against him and Glam’s hand is gently tugging his head up.
Dee looks positively wrecked - eyes glazed, hair messy, and cheeks a patchwork of crimson and pink. His lips are swollen and red, shiny and wet from his baby brother and he feels for some reason, a bit like he might start crying.
His gaze alights on Heavy, eyes closed peacefully and breathing even and slow against Glam’s chest.
He’s out cold.
“I - I’m sorry ,” Dee stammers out suddenly, voice cracking and sounding so impossibly young that Glam’s expression softens. His hand slips out of Dee’s hair, coming to cradle his face and bring him closer, until he’s near enough for Glam to rest their foreheads together.
“You have to be careful, Dee.” Glam says, tipping his face to the side to rub their noses together. “Heavy may be tough, but he is vulnerable where it matters. It’s up to you to take care of him.”
“I know, I know -”
“But you don’t Dee, not really, or this wouldn’t have happened. Do you know what it will take to deal with this quietly? To make sure this doesn’t ruin just Heavy’s life, but all of ours?”
That fear slams back into him so quickly Dee thinks he’s going to throw up, but then there’s a mouth pressed to his, devouring his panic and kissing him back down to that childish fugue state that can only come from locking lips with your father after you’ve fucked your kid brother senseless.
“He loves you Dee,” Glam says finally, when he’s kissed Dee long enough for him to stop shaking. “More than anything. More than me, or Vicky, or himself. Don’t take advantage of that.”
Dee nods, unsure what else to do, and his eyes slip closed as Glam gifts him with another kiss, longer this time. He’s no better than Heavy like this, nothing more than his father’s son at the end of the day, and it’s easier to sink into the comfort of this moment than to think of anything else.
Later he’ll have time to hate himself for this, for his own weakness, for his inability to fix this without help. The shame he’ll feel will be the shame he carries with him for years to come. It’ll be branded into him, and the burn will echo every time he looks at Heavy and catches him looking back.
But here and now, Glam’s mouth against his, pressing forgiveness into him, Dee can relax.
He can let dad handle it.