Chapter 4: Debate
Ankoku opened the door to Ombre's room. "Hey, Ombre? Merak made dinner and-"
He eyes landed on Ombre, who was curled into a ball in front of his bed. He lifted his head up, "Ah, oh shit, hey, Ankoku." Ombre's voice was weak, but there was a hint of his usual sarcasm. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were supposed to be making dinner or something."
Ankoku's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. Shoot, I'm not equipped for this... He thought, biting his nails. "U-uhm.. Hey, Ombre. Do you... do you need me to get someone?" Ankoku asked, his voice soft and concerned. He was trying his best to be casual, but the worry in his eyes was evident.
Ombre sighed, his silver eyes meeting Ankoku's black ones. "No! No, no, no... You better not. I'm perfectly fine."
Ankoku grumbled, "You do realize how big of a lie that is, right?" He gestured at Ombre's leg propped up on a pillow, the bandages around his torso, and the IV drip connected to his arm. "You're not fine, Ombre. You're hurt."
Ombre curled into a ball, pressing his head against his knees. "I'll be fine in a minute. Just go. I'll be right behind you."
Ankoku sighed, before sitting next to Ombre.
Damn it... Ombre thought to himself.
"Sooooo," Ankoku said, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Or do I have to guess?" Ankoku asked, his voice soft but firm. He looked at Ombre, his black eyes filled with concern and determination.
Ombre didn't say anything, so Ankoku continued.
"Did you eat something bitter today? Or maybe you broke your anime figure?" Ankoku teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, Ombre. You're not going to make me guess, are you?" He leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
Still, Ombre didn't say anything.
"Fine then. Let's see... Did you remember how horrible the new God's Will anime movie was?"
Ombre snickered. "Yeah, that was a disaster. But you know what? I actually liked the new season of that show you're always bingeing. The one with the vampires and the werewolves."
Ankoku raised an eyebrow. "You mean 'Vampire's Bite'? I thought you hated it."
Ombre shrugged, his silver eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Well, I didn't say I hated it. I just said it was... not my cup of tea."
Ankoku chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Ombre smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. A tear falling from his eyes.
"Are those happy or sad tears?" Ankoku asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he noticed the tear rolling down Ombre's cheek. He reached out, gently wiping it away with his thumb.
Ombre let out a shaky laugh, "Uhm, both? I dunno..." He leaned back, crossing his arms, "I'll be okay... Just a bad week."
"For any reason other than getting shot and the broken leg?" Ankoku asked, getting comfortable next to Ombre.
"Uhm, I dunno? Just don't wanna talk about it." Ombre said, closing his eyes.
"I just need some space, okay? I'll be fine."
Ankoku nodded, understanding that Ombre needed time to process his thoughts. "Alright, I'll leave you alone. But if you need anything, just holler, yeah?"
Ombre nodded.
"But first, before i go, I want a hug." Ankoku said, extending his arms.
Ombre shook his head, "No, I'm fine, Ankoku. I don't need a hug." Ombre's voice was firm, but Ankoku could see the vulnerability in his eyes.
"I said, I wanted a hug."
Ankoku insisted, his voice soft but persistent. He leaned forward, his arms still outstretched." You know I'm not going to take no for an answer."
"Whatever, weirdo." Ombre muttered, but he didn't pull away as Ankoku wrapped his arms around him.
Ankoku was nervous, waiting for a moment, before he felt Ombre squeeze him. He chuckled, "Don't need a hug, my ass." He said as Ombre cried against him.
"S-shut up... you... you bitch." He stammered, pressing himself firmer against Ankoku. "I missed your hugs." Ombre's voice was muffled against Ankoku's chest, his body shaking with sobs. Ankoku's heart ached at the sound, and he held on tighter, rubbing Ombre's back gently.
"I missed you too, Ombre." Ankoku replied softly, his voice filled with emotion. "We all did. We were so worried about you."
Ombre pulled back slightly, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you guys." He sniffled, trying to regain his composure.
Ankoku cupped Ombre's face, his black eyes filled with concern. "Hey, none of that now. You don't have to apologize for anything. I'm just glad you're opening up." Ankoku smiled gently, his thumb brushing away the last of Ombre's tears. "Just let it out, I'll be here." Ankoku whispered, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. Ombre took a deep breath, his silver eyes filled with a mix of fear and relief. He knew he couldn't keep it in any longer.
Sobs, cries, and tears escaped from his lips. Ombre's body shook with each sob, his silver eyes filled with a storm of emotions. Ankoku held him tightly, his heart aching at the sight of his brother breaking down. "It's okay, Ombre," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "I'm here. I'm here." Ankoku repeated, his voice steady and calm. He could feel Ombre's tears soaking through his shirt, but he didn't mind. He just wanted his brother to feel safe, to know that he was there for him.
Ombre took a few deep breaths, trying to regain control of his emotions. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse from crying. "I didn't mean to... to lose it like that."
Ankoku shook his head, smiling gently. "Don't apologize, Ombre. You have nothing to be sorry for. You've been through a lot, and it's okay to let it out."
Ombre nodded, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "I... I actually have a question. About the IV machine that's attached to me." Ombre asked, his voice still shaky but a little steadier than before. He looked up at Ankoku, his silver eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of embarrassment.
Ankoku glanced at the IV machine, then back at Ombre. "Oh, that? It's just a saline drip. It helps keep you hydrated and replaces some of the fluids you lost when you were shot."
Ombre's eyes widened slightly. "Shot? I thought you said I fell and hit my head."
Ankoku sighed, running a hand through his black hair. "Well, that's what you told us. But the truth is, you were shot, Ombre.
Akauri managed to stabilize you, but you lost a lot of blood. That's why you're hooked up to the IV machine. It's helping you recover."
Ombre's eyes widened, and he looked down at his bandaged torso, his silver eyes filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. I don't remember. I don't remember getting shot. I remember falling, and then everything went black."
Ankoku nodded, his expression serious. "That's because you were in shock. Your body went into survival mode, and you blacked out. But you were shot, Ombre. You... How about I help you into bed? I can bring dinner to you." Ankoku suggested gently, noticing Ombre's sudden pallor. "You should rest, okay? You've been through a lot."
Ombre nodded weakly, allowing Ankoku to help him into bed. As Ankoku tucked him in, Ombre's eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion taking over. Ankoku watched him for a moment, concern etched on his face. He then turned to leave, but Ombre's voice stopped him.
"Ankoku?" Ombre called out softly, his eyes still closed.
"Yeah, Ombre?" Ankoku replied, turning back to face him.
"Who... who shot me?" Ombre asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ankoku hesitated for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't know, Ombre. But we're going to find out. I promise." He said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll figure this out together, okay? Just rest now. We'll talk more later." Ombre nodded weakly, his silver eyes fluttering closed once more. Ankoku watched him for a moment longer, his heart aching with concern. He then turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
He went to the kitchen, filled it up with food, then went back to Ombre's room.
He found Ombre still awake, staring at the ceiling. "Hey," Ankoku said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. "I brought you some food."
Ombre turned his head to look at Ankoku, his silver eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Thanks," he muttered, sitting up slowly.
Ankoku helped him adjust the pillows behind his back, then handed him the tray. "Here you go. It's just some chicken soup and bread. Nothing fancy." Ombre took the tray, his eyes flickering with gratitude.
"It looks great, Ankoku. Thank you." He took a spoonful of soup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip.
Ankoku bit his lip, "Yeah... De nada..." Ankoku muttered, his eyes flicking between Ombre's lips wrapped around the spoon and the bandages around his torso. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for thinking about sex while Ombre was still recovering from his injuries. But as Ombre took another sip of soup, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, Ankoku felt a stirring in his pants.
Fuck, he thought to himself, trying to push the thoughts away. But it was no use. He couldn't help but imagine what Ombre's tongue would feel like on other parts of his body.
Ombre must have noticed Ankoku's discomfort, because he looked up from his soup, his silver eyes meeting Ankoku's black ones.
"What's wrong, Ankoku?" he asked, his voice soft but concerned. "You look... flustered."
Ankoku felt his cheeks flush, and he quickly looked away, trying to hide his growing erection. "N-nothing," he stammered, "I just... I just remembered something I have to do."
"Oh." Ombre nodded. He took another sip, before asking. "Before you go, when do you think I'll be able to remove the IV machine from my arm?" Ombre asked, looking down at the tube connected to his arm.
Ankoku hesitated before answering, "Well, the doctor said you should keep it in for at least another week. It's helping you recover faster."
Ombre nodded, "A week? Okay." He smiled, so cutely at him... Completely innocent and unaware of how it was affecting Ankoku. But... he can't do that to his own brother. That'd be... wrong." Ankoku muttered, trying to push the thoughts away. But as Ombre took another sip of soup, his tongue darting out to lick his lips again, Ankoku felt his resolve crumbling. He couldn't help but imagine what that tongue would feel like on his cock, how those lips would wrap around him, how Ombre would moan and beg for more.
Ombre's voice interrupted his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. "Are you okay? You look... distant."
Ankoku shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... just thinking about stuff." He muttered, avoiding Ombre's gaze. "F-fun, cool, epic stuff... Like uhm... uhhhh...
Like uhhhh... Like... Sports! I'm thinking about f-fun sports!" Ankoku stammered, trying to regain his composure. But his mind was elsewhere, consumed by the image of Ombre's tongue on his cock. He could feel his erection straining against his pants, and he knew he had to get out of there before he did something he'd regret.
"Sports, huh?" Ombre raised an eyebrow, "But... I thought you didn't like sports...?" Ombre asked, tilting his head so cutely... so innocently...
so innocently..." Ankoku stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, what he was feeling. He was his brother's keeper, his protector, and yet, here he was, imagining the most intimate and forbidden of acts with him.
Ombre's eyes widened slightly, his silver eyes meeting Ankoku's black ones. "Ankoku... are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. He could see the struggle in Ankoku's eyes, the internal battle he was waging with himself.
Ankoku took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts. "I-I'm fine, Ombre," he said, his voice steady but strained. He pushed the tray of food on Ombre's lap off.
"W-what-!?" Ombre exclaimed, "Ankoku! What on earth are you-" But Ankoku didn't let him finish. He leaned in, capturing Ombre's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. He could taste the soup on Ombre's lips, the saltiness of his tears, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the feel of Ombre's lips against his, the way his body responded to his touch.
"Ankoku- why are you..." Before Ombre could finish again, Ankoku forced Ombre to spread his legs, gripping his inner thighs. He forced Ombre to sit on his face, the poor man trembling.
His body was too weak to do this. His broken leg... the fact that he got shot...
the fact that he got shot... the fact that he got shot..." Ankoku muttered, his voice filled with a mix of lust and concern. He could feel Ombre's body trembling against his, his silver eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But Ankoku didn't care. He was consumed by his desire, by the need to feel Ombre's body against his, to taste him, to make him feel good.
"Ankoku... what are you doing?" Ombre gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. But Ankoku didn't answer. Instead, he gripped Ombre's hips, pulling him closer, forcing him to straddle his face.
"You're going to sit on my face, now." Ankoku growled, his voice laced with desire and dominance. He could see the hesitation in Ombre's eyes, but also the spark of curiosity and excitement. He gripped Ombre's hips tighter, pulling him closer until he was hovering over Ankoku's mouth.
"Ankoku, I-I can't... I'm too heavy..." Ombre protested weakly, but Ankoku could see the way his body was responding to his touch.
"Bullshit," Ankoku snapped, his voice firm. "You're not too heavy. Now sit the fuck down and let me taste you." He could feel Ombre's hesitation, but also the way his body was responding to his commands.
Ombre's breath hitched as Ankoku's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. He could feel the heat of Ankoku's breath on his bare skin, and he knew he was being pushed to the edge of his comfort zone. But there was something about Ankoku's dominance, his raw, primal need that made Ombre's body ache with desire.
"Ankoku, I-I can't..." Ombre stammered, but his voice was weak, his body already betraying him. He could feel his cock hardening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers, eager for more.
"Shut up and sit down," Ankoku growled, his voice laced with desire and authority. "Ahora!" Ankoku demanded, his voice firm and commanding. He could feel Ombre's hesitation, but also the way his body was responding to his touch. Ombre's breath hitched, his silver eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Ankoku, I-I can't..." Ombre stammered, his voice weak, but his body already betraying him. Ankoku growled, before forcing Ombre to sit. "I said, sit the fuck down and let me taste you." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Ombre hesitated for a moment, but the hunger in Ankoku's eyes was too much to resist. He slowly lowered himself onto Ankoku's face, feeling the man's hot breath through his boxers.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," Ankoku groaned, his hands gripping Ombre's ass tightly. He could feel the heat radiating from Ombre's pussy, and he couldn't wait any longer. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ombre's boxers and yanked them down, exposing his bare ass and dripping pussy.
Ankoku's mouth watered at the sight, and he couldn't wait any longer. He buried his face into Ombre's pussy, licking and sucking at the wet folds, tasting the sweet, tangy nectar that dripped from him.
"Fuck, Ankoku!" Ombre cried out, his hands gripping the bedsheets as Ankoku's tongue delved deeper into his hole. He could feel the man's hot breath on his sensitive skin, and it sent shivers down his spine. He rocked his hips, grinding his ass against Ankoku's face, desperate for more.
Ankoku groaned, the vibrations of his voice sending waves of pleasure through Ombre's body.
He could feel Ombre's hips moving in rhythm with his tongue, fucking his face with desperation. He gripped Ombre's ass tighter, spreading his cheeks apart to get a better view of his hole. He could see the tight ring of muscle clenching and unclenching, begging to be filled.
"Fuck, Ankoku, that feels so good," Ombre moaned, his voice ragged with desire. "I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."
Ankoku pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening with Ombre's juices. "Not yet, you're not," he growled.
"I want you to come on my cock, not my face." He flipped Ombre onto his back, making him yelp in surprise. Ankoku was on top of him in an instant, his hands pinning Ombre's wrists above his head. He could see the fear and excitement in Ombre's silver eyes, and it only served to fuel his desire.
"Ankoku, please," Ombre whimpered, his body writhing beneath Ankoku's. "I can't take much more."
"Shut up," Ankoku snapped, his voice harsh. "You can take whatever I give you." He reached between them, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
"Ankoku, m-my leg-" Ombre started, but Ankoku silenced him with a fierce kiss.
"Don't fucking worry about your leg," he growled, pushing his pants down and freeing his hard cock. "I'll be gentle, but I'm not stopping." He positioned himself at Ombre's entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against the wet, puckered hole.
Ombre gasped, his eyes wide as he felt the thick head of Ankoku's cock pressing against him. "Ankoku, it's been a while... I'm not sure-" But Ankoku cut him off with a sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself balls deep inside Ombre.
Ombre cried out, his back arching off the bed as a wave of pain and pleasure coursed through his body. Ankoku held him down, his hands gripping Ombre's wrists tightly as he began to move.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Ankoku groaned, his voice filled with lust. He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, filling Ombre completely. Ombre's body adjusted to the intrusion, and he began to move with Ankoku, meeting his thrusts with his own.
"Fuck me, Ankoku," Ombre moaned, his voice filled with desperation. "Fuck me harder."
Ankoku growled, his hips moving faster and harder.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Ombre's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath Ankoku's. "Fuck, Ankoku, you're so deep," he gasped, his voice ragged. "I can feel you everywhere."
Ankoku leaned down, his lips finding Ombre's in a fierce, passionate kiss. He could taste the saltiness of Ombre's sweat, the sweetness of his tears. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "You like that, don't you? You like being fucked like a little slut."
Ombre's silver eyes widened, but he didn't deny it.
Instead, he bit his lip, his body writhing beneath Ankoku's. "Yes," he whimpered, "I do. I fucking love it." His words spurred Ankoku on, and he began to pound into Ombre harder, faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.
Ankoku reached between them, wrapping his hand around Ombre's hard cock. He began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, his hand moving fast and rough. "Come on, Ombre," he growled, his voice laced with desire.
"Come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock." He increased his pace, his hand stroking Ombre's cock faster and harder. Ombre's breath hitched, his body tensing as he neared the edge.
"Fuck, Ankoku, I'm gonna come," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, let me come."
Ankoku smirked, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "I want you to come with me." He leaned down, his lips finding Ombre's in a fierce, passionate kiss.
"M mm, you taste so good," Ankoku moaned against Ombre's lips, his tongue delving deep into Ombre's mouth. Ombre moaned, his body writhing beneath Ankoku's, his hands gripping Ankoku's shoulders tightly. Ankoku pulled back, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "I want to taste you again," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "I want to feel you come in my mouth." He positioned himself between Ombre's legs, his hands gripping Ombre's thighs, spreading them wide. Ombre's breath hitched, his silver eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear.
"Ankoku, I-I don't know if I can-"
"Shut up and let me taste you," Ankoku growled, cutting him off. He leaned down, his tongue delving deep into Ombre's pussy, lapping up the sweet, tangy nectar that dripped from him. Ombre gasped, his body writhing as Ankoku's tongue explored every inch of him.
Ankoku could feel Ombre's body tensing, his hips bucking as he neared the edge. He pulled back, his lips glistening with Ombre's juices.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, his voice filled with lust. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
"Ankoku, I-I don't know if I can-" Ombre started, but Ankoku cut him off with a sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself balls deep inside Ombre.
"Shut up and let me fuck you," Ankoku growled, his voice firm.
He began to move again, his hips thrusting forward with a force that made Ombre gasp.
He could feel every inch of Ankoku's cock as it slid in and out of him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.
"Fuck, Ankoku, I'm so close," he moaned, his voice ragged with desire. "I can't hold back much longer."
Ankoku growled, his hands gripping Ombre's hips tighter. "Don't you fucking dare," he snapped, his voice filled with dominance. "You come when I say you come, understand?"
Ombre nodded, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Y-yes, Ankoku," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I understand." "Good boy," he growled, his voice filled with lust and dominance. He leaned down, his lips finding Ombre's in a fierce, passionate kiss. He could taste the sweetness of Ombre's tears, the saltiness of his sweat, and it only served to fuel his desire. "I want you to come on my cock," he growled, his voice firm.
"I want to feel you squeeze me tight as you come undone." He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Ombre's hard cock. "Come on, Ombre," he urged, his voice laced with desire.
Ankoku then suddenly stooped, getting up and grabbing a machine... a machine that overstimulates you once put inside . He pressed a button, and the machine began to vibrate, the intensity increasing with each passing second. Ombre's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as the machine was inserted into his ass, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Oh fuck, Ankoku," Ombre moaned, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "That's too much. I can't take it." "You can take it," he growled, his voice filled with dominance. "I want to see you come undone," he said, his voice firm. "I want to see you lose control.""Ah! No! Take it... o-out... too fast..."
"then let's make it faster." Ankoku growled, pressing another button on the machine. The vibrations intensified, and Ombre's body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
"Fuck, Ankoku, it's too much," he moaned, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't hold back any longer." "Then don't," he said, his voice firm. "Come for me, Ombre. I want to see you come undone."
Ombre's body tensed, his back arching off the bed as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
he screamed, his voice filled with ecstasy as he came undone. His cock pulsed, shooting ropes of hot cum onto his stomach and chest, his body convulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashed over him.
Ankoku growled, his hips moving faster as he felt Ombre's orgasm. He wanted to join him, to feel him squeeze him tight as they came together. "Fuck, Ombre, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice filled with lust. "I'm gonna come too. I'm gonna fill you up."
Ombre's eyes fluttered open, his silver irises dilated with pleasure.
Ankoku was still buried deep inside him, his cock throbbing as he filled Ombre with his hot seed. He leaned down, capturing Ombre's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. He could taste the saltiness of their combined juices, and it only served to fuel his desire.
"Fuck, Ankoku," Ombre moaned against his lips, his body still trembling with aftershocks. "That was... intense." "That was just the beginning," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "How about we stick five of these machines in you?" Ankoku suggested, his voice laced with a wicked grin. He pulled out the machine he had just used, and Ombre's body shivered at the sudden loss of stimulation. "What? No way, Ankoku. That's too much," Ombre protested weakly, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. You know you want it," Ankoku coaxed, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire. "I want to see you squirm. I want to see you beg for more." He reached for another machine, his eyes locked onto Ombre's.
"You know you want it," he said, his voice firm. "You want to feel me stretch you, fill you up." He pressed the machine against Ombre's entrance, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Ankoku, please," Ombre whimpered, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and fear. "It's too much.
"You can take it," Ankoku growled, his voice filled with dominance. "You can take everything I give you." He pushed the machine inside Ombre, the vibrations intensifying as it was fully inserted.
Ombre gasped, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
"Fuck, Ankoku," he moaned, his voice filled with desperation. "You can take it," he said, his voice firm. He reached for another machine, pressing it against Ombre's already filled hole. "Two can be better than one," he growled, pushing the second machine inside him. Ombre's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt the second machine vibrate inside him, intensifying the pleasure that was already coursing through his body.
He reached for a third machine, pressing it against Ombre's already filled hole. "Three's a charm," he growled, pushing the machine inside him.
Ombre gasped, his body convulsing as the vibrations from the three machines sent him into a state of pure ecstasy. "Oh fuck, Ankoku," he moaned, his voice filled with desperation.
His body was trembling, his muscles tensing as the vibrations from the three machines sent him into a state of pure ecstasy. He could feel every inch of his body being stimulated, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. He reached for a fourth machine, pressing it against Ombre's already filled hole. "Four's a party," he growled, pushing the machine inside him.
Ombre's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt the fourth machine vibrate inside him, the intensity of the pleasure almost too much to bear. He reached for a fifth machine, pressing it against Ombre's already filled hole. "Five's a crowd," he growled, pushing the machine inside him. Ombre's body convulsed, his back arching off the bed as the vibrations from all five machines sent him into a state of pure ecstasy.
His eyes rolled back, his mouth open in a silent scream as his body was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. Ankoku watched, his eyes locked onto Ombre's, his own body throbbing with desire as he saw his brother's body squirm and writhe beneath him.
"Fuck, Ombre," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You look so fucking hot right now." He reached down, gripping Ombre's cock in his hand. It was hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He began to stroke it, his hand moving fast and rough.
"Fuck, Ankoku, I'm so close," Ombre moaned, his voice filled with desperation. "Don't you fucking dare," Ankoku snapped, his voice filled with dominance.
"You come when I say you come." Ankoku's voice was firm, his grip on Ombre's cock tightening. He could see the desperation in Ombre's silver eyes, the way his body was trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Please, Ankoku," Ombre begged, his voice ragged. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer." "You can," he said, his voice filled with dominance. "You can take it. You can take everything I give you." He could taste the desperation in Ombre's mouth, the way his tongue was begging for release.