8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
Ed doesn’t want to, because he wants David to think of him as capable, but David rams the food in unceremoniously, and smiles, and says,
“I used to feed you like this when you were a baby.”
David stays for hours, long enough for all the other untended itches to come back to the fore, because everything they show on television seems entirely too sensual, and David’s body heat is too confusing and, worse, every time he looks up David’s cheeks are hollowed, and there are soft, wet noises, where he’s sucking on the end of his biro.
He starts shifting, restless, and not even mentally chanting the fact David is his brother seems to be having any impact on the effect it’s having on him. David, of course, because his lack of luck has already led to two broken arms, notices. Ed blushes, and looks away, and wishes that the ground would swallow him whole, but then David’s on the bed with him and his hand is touching him and he’s saying, fondly,
“Ed, you should have said something.”
‘Like what?’ he wants to snap, but though his mouth was open he can’t get any sound out, because David is pulling his clothing off, and then his hand is wrapped around him. He’s so desperate, so eager, and when David swipes his thumb across the head, it comes away wet with precome.
“D- Ah, David,” he manages, his voice more of a shocked whine, “what are you doing?”
“Come on, Ed,” David smirks, his hand twisting on the upstroke so that Ed’s flailing and panting, “You’re a man of the world. You really are desperate,” he adds, a moment later, when Ed can’t stop himself bucking into David’s palm, “no wonder you’ve been such a grouchy little sod lately.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he chokes, because they’re committing incest, but David just shifts his grip slightly, so that it’s so good it’s no wonder it’s illegal, and says,
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
He ought to, he knows, because this has gone from a familial visit to x rated in under five minutes. He bites down hard at his lip, feels the flush working its way across his face and down his neck, burning.
“Do you want me to stop?” David asks, and there’s laughter in his voice, like the whole thing is amusing. Ed writhes and twists, as much as he’s able and, deciding he’ll deal with the fallout later, he glares at David through slitted eyes and gasps,
“If you stop now, I swear I’ll kill you.”
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