Brother Stories
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,739
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Brother Stories
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, the story, or the characters. Wish I did, though.
Mokuba used to kick in the night; and toss and turn, and throw his arms around, hitting Seto in the face. And he’d get congested: Whenever he was on his back, his breathing would be so hoarse and snuffly that Seto would wake up. He’d take his shoulders in one hand, and his hip in the other, and roll him back onto his side, so that he’d quiet down again, and they could both sleep easier.
But he was a soft little armful back then! His skin was smooth, and it felt tender under your fingers… Seto would turn off the light and lie down, with Mokuba’s round little ass between his thighs, and one of his own hands clutching the silky skin of his brother’s plump belly. And his little head would rest under Seto’s chin. He smelled like a little boy then, like candy, and unwashed hands and playground soccer-balls, all mixed together.
He was bigger now, and even in the twin bed, their bodies barely had to touch at all. Mokuba faced the closet, and Seto the window, and if his ass happened to brush against his brother’s, most of the time it didn’t even wake either of them.
Seto got a lot more work done, now that he could sleep undisturbed. His headaches were better, and he never found himself dozing off at his desk, when he should have been thinking about a project. I’m glad, he told himself. It’s good that he’s growing up. He’d look at Mokuba’s sixth-grade graduation picture, sitting on the corner of his desk, and he’d smile a little.
And then he’d find himself going back up to Favorites, and accessing one of the websites he kept there: He’d look at the smooth, golden-white bare bodies; the childish faces, all innocent eyes and tousled hair. And he’d think about the smell of Mokuba’s silky hair, under his nose, in their bed in the dark. And he’d remember that round little ass, tucked cozily close, against his own erection.
Mokuba used to kick in the night; and toss and turn, and throw his arms around, hitting Seto in the face. And he’d get congested: Whenever he was on his back, his breathing would be so hoarse and snuffly that Seto would wake up. He’d take his shoulders in one hand, and his hip in the other, and roll him back onto his side, so that he’d quiet down again, and they could both sleep easier.
But he was a soft little armful back then! His skin was smooth, and it felt tender under your fingers… Seto would turn off the light and lie down, with Mokuba’s round little ass between his thighs, and one of his own hands clutching the silky skin of his brother’s plump belly. And his little head would rest under Seto’s chin. He smelled like a little boy then, like candy, and unwashed hands and playground soccer-balls, all mixed together.
He was bigger now, and even in the twin bed, their bodies barely had to touch at all. Mokuba faced the closet, and Seto the window, and if his ass happened to brush against his brother’s, most of the time it didn’t even wake either of them.
Seto got a lot more work done, now that he could sleep undisturbed. His headaches were better, and he never found himself dozing off at his desk, when he should have been thinking about a project. I’m glad, he told himself. It’s good that he’s growing up. He’d look at Mokuba’s sixth-grade graduation picture, sitting on the corner of his desk, and he’d smile a little.
And then he’d find himself going back up to Favorites, and accessing one of the websites he kept there: He’d look at the smooth, golden-white bare bodies; the childish faces, all innocent eyes and tousled hair. And he’d think about the smell of Mokuba’s silky hair, under his nose, in their bed in the dark. And he’d remember that round little ass, tucked cozily close, against his own erection.