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A/N: Sorry it’s taken us a while to update! We’ve both been working on other projects and dealing with life issues but here is the continuation to this steamy little hotel-room fic of ours. Hope you enjoy!

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Part 12. Inside.

Yazoo arched his body in a perfect bow, his knees clenching and tightening along Loz´s sides. His whole body was under fire, and the center was right between his legs. Actually there were two, two hot spots within him that sweetly ravaged his senses, focusing them down so all he really noticed anymore was Loz´ mouth around him sucking him hard, the noises accompanying him and Loz´ finger ruthlessly and deliciously shoving inside him, penetrating his tight tunnel with so much fervor... And he was surprisingly good at it! Well, of course he could sense what Yazoo liked but even so he was naturally hitting the right spots. For someone who claimed to have never done it before he came across pretty experienced. Yazoo´s eyes dropped shut for a moment and he tilted his head as he went with his brother´s movements to find the right pace, to give his hips a little snap just in the right moment.

“You´re a natural, aren´t you?” he murmured absently, with only a light, teasing note.

His breathing came rushing in little pants and his lithe body still moved sensually and as if it was electrified at times.

He opened his eyes a bit again, just enough to see his red, pulsing cock vanish inside Loz´ beautiful, talented mouth and groaned a little at the sight. Then he spread his legs even a bit wider, his hand travelling over his taut, arched belly and flushed chest till he reached his throat and ordered in a bit of an impatient, needy voice, “Add a second one already!”

Already conditioned to following Kadaj’s commands without question, Loz automatically did what his other younger brother said and paused his fingering long enough to slick up his middle digit with more of his dripping pre-sex liquid before letting it join with the first one, sliding them both back into Yazoo’s opening, amazed at how elastic it was and how easily Yazoo could take the intrusion. With the curiosity of a teenager, Loz decided to attempt to sneak a third finger in there and succeeded, feeling that tiny entrance stretch and open up even further, thrilling Loz immensely and making his dick jump excitedly on his own belly. Fuck - he was so turned on by this, the ache between his thighs almost painful in intensity, and he sucked harder at the salty-sweet cock filling his mouth. That grip around his fingers went suddenly tighter, and then relaxed, allowing him to push right in, all the way up to his knuckles. He drew his hand back until he slipped out of that gripping channel and then re-entered it, getting off on the sensation of stretching Yazoo all over again. He knew that somewhere deep inside there was a walnut-sized lump, hiding behind the bladder, something called a prostate gland. Hugely unsexy sounding name, Loz thought, but apparently it drove some men wild when it was bumped or pressed and so he searched along the front of that smooth-walled passage for the lump, moaning at the back of his throat in triumph when he found it with his fingertips and felt Yazoo’s hips violently buck.

Though it seemed as though he’d done this before many times, Loz really hadn’t; the only knowledge gained of what men like in bed having been obtained from secretly watching gay porn in his room, his face burning with embarrassment while he took mental notes and prayed that his door stayed locked. Though watching other men screw each other really did nothing for him (he found them ugly in comparison to Yazoo’s slender, pale beauty), he figured that if this occasion ever arose and he got a chance to touch his brother’s stunning body he ought to know what kinds of things to do to it, what kinds of things Yazoo might enjoy.

So far, so good.

He kept sucking and pushing in his fingers - both actions strong and forceful, and although Yazoo appeared to be on the precipice of orgasm – his breath quick and hips moving rhythmically in time with Loz’s hand - the second male never toppled over it. He didn’t lose his control and Loz wanted him to. He wanted to see Yazoo moaning, crying out, sobbing or swearing. Something. Anything. But soon.

Pulling back and groaning in exasperation, Loz implored, “I want to make you come, Yaz. Tell me how. Please. What do you need me to do?”

Yazoo had thrown his head back a bit, eyes half covered by heavy lids, fine sweat running down his temples and over the curve of his bent throat to gather in that small dent where his collarbones met. His heart worked hard in his chest, pumping and beating hot blood through his body, especially to his nether regions, it seemed. He could feel his heartbeat in his cock, pulsing against Loz´ quick tongue and tight cheeks, his mouth that rolled back and forth the thin layer of skin that covered Yazoo´s erection, Loz´ lips wrapped tightly around the head of his dick, caressing the blue veins that popped up from the pleasure.

He could feel it deep inside him, where Loz had infiltrated him, fomenting a burning fire of anticipation, his hole twitching and clenching. There was something inside him that had been wanted to be touched, to be awakened, very badly...

Yazoo, to tell the truth, hadn´t expected for Loz to be so expert at this, however. He had expected this to drag on a lot longer, telling himself to patiently wait till Loz found his prostate by accident, or eventually showing him what to do. He looked so much like a little boy carefully exploring a new toy, so as not to hurt it, and it amused Yazoo that he was this toy. It thrilled him...

Surprisingly enough, it seemed that Loz knew very well what he was doing! Of course there was this playfulness in him, such as when his eyes widened in amazement of how deep he could push his fingers inside Yazoo´s warm, welcoming body. It made the corners of Yazoo´s mouth twitch up a bit. Still, once he was inside, it felt like Loz´ clever fingers knew very much what to search for; Yazoo could feel them feeling him up on the inside and his breath hitched a bit. When big fingertips brushed softly over the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves it was as if Yazoo was electrified. A jolt of pleasure ran through him, from his little toe up his spine to his scalp, that still tingled. A virgin, hn?! Yazoo had had way more experienced partners that weren´t half as talented and intensive as his big brother!

A hiss caught in his throat and his hips snapped forward, ramming his cock into Loz´s hot, wet mouth, and then his pelvis rolled back, wanting to be touched in that special place again. Loz began to penetrate him in a steady rhythm, and Yazoo rolled his head to the side, watching his brother sucking and finger fucking him at the same time. It was ... nice, Yazoo enjoyed it very much, but he got the vague feeling that there was more to it, that this could be a whole lot more...ecstatic. Maybe it was him, he wasn´t exactly a very passionate person, but maybe they could change that for a bit tonight. Yazoo surely had no objection to that; he felt safe and secure with Loz, enough to trust him with his well-being and maybe even enough to let go of all restraints...

Shifting his eyes to the other side so he could look over his shoulders at Loz´ enormous, leaking and twitching cock, Yazoo unconsciously licked his lush lips. Never before had he seen such a pretty, delicious prick, attached to such a sinful, perfect body as that of Loz´...

“I want that...” he said huskily, voice purring like liquid dark chocolate, as he hungrily, almost aggressively eyed Loz´ cock. “Lift me up and let me ride you...”

Moaning thickly again, Loz gave Yazoo’s dick one last, long, hard suck, drawing his lips slowly down the entire length of it, leaving it red-looking and gleaming with saliva. Letting the tip of it slip from his mouth with a wet, sucking sound, Loz carefully withdrew his fingers from behind Yazoo and looked up at his longer-haired brother. Yazoo was still gazing over his shoulder, eyeing off Loz’s as yet unused instrument, staring heatedly and intensely at it, the same way Kadaj stared at people he wanted to hurt. Only Yazoo wasn’t in the mood for torture. He was in the mood for something else altogether, something that didn’t involve pain or blood – just passion and pleasure. Loz could see a pulse beating in the lower part of Yazoo’s twisted neck, just above his collarbone, rapidly and excitedly. Knowing that his cock was wanted so much, the hardened rod of flesh leapt and strained on Loz’s stomach, as if trying to grant Yazoo’s desire already, the end of it weeping more clear teardrops of need, oozing out the engorged purpled head and along the stiff shaft, the thick male organ lying sticky and moist on his own belly.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Loz pledged in a low, rumbling tone, the pet name coming easily to his lips, having called Yazoo such things – and even sweeter than that – over and over in his mind a thousand times in the past. “Whatever you want from me, just say it. I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

Proving his pledge of devotion and obedience, Loz lifted Yazoo’s light frame, large hands grasping his sibling’s slim waist – gently though, so as not to bruise that pure white skin – moving the beautiful young man down his muscular, sweat-sheened body until Yazoo was poised above that huge, awaiting erection of Loz’s. Yazoo’s thighs were spread wide, his knees resting on the bed either side of his older brother’s hips, Yazoo clutching at Loz’s strong, vein-forked forearms for steadying support. Yazoo now looked down at him, the shimmering curtain of his now-dry hair softly swaying with each breath he took, his long-lashed eyes half-hooded and so deeply dark with passion that Loz felt he could dive right into their emerald-blue depths and swim in them, like warm pools of water in a rainforest.

One thing Loz loved about Yazoo was that he didn’t avert his gaze like some shy schoolgirl during intimate moments and he didn’t close his eyes to avoid connecting or selfishly withdraw into his own enjoyment, completely ignoring the other party involved. He actually /looked/ at you – eye to eye – interestedly and appreciatively - and if he ever lowered his lashes in the heat of the moment it wasn’t for very long. Even that day back in the abandoned building, Yazoo held Loz’s eyes the whole time they were jerking each other off and it made the experience that much more richer and intense. He seemed to like watching the pleasure he gave and watching what was being done to him. But most of all, he appeared to enjoy the closeness and intimacy that Loz was sharing with him and wanted very much to be an active part of it. He wanted Loz to know how much he was enjoying it and the simplest way to do that was to let Loz stare right into his eyes and right into his soul, hiding nothing from his big brother, keeping no secrets. He wouldn’t do that with anyone else – normally veiling his thoughts behind a mask of cold, uncaring aloofness - but he wasn’t wearing that mask right now. He’d taken it off and was letting his real self show, just for Loz. That openness and unashamed honesty just made Loz love him even more.

And since Loz was just as honest and open with his feelings, he had to say it out loud.

“Gods, Yazzie. I love you so, so much,” Loz groaned, reaching up to tenderly cup his younger sibling’s cheek and swipe a thumb over those soft, rose-coloured lips.

“Now, please get on my dick before I go insane.”

Yazoo thought he could feel it, even before his sensitive skin connected with Loz´ enlarged powerful organ. He thought he could feel the hot-blooded warmth radiating from it, the palpitant, wild need, the moist, pre-cum smeared top...Its musky, delicious smell was swirling tightly around Yazoo´s body like a bond of silk, going right into his nostrils, and back down to his own desires and needs.

With a small sigh, Yazoo lowered himself down, till his prepared, excited hole was really touching his brother´s dick. He could feel it clench at the contact, could feel how tiny it was compared to Loz´ weeping organ. How delicate...

Pressing down, he felt the wrinkled muscle relax and finally pull on around the smooth, warm head of Loz´s delectable cock. Once the slight pain had subsided, Yazoo tilted his head, wordlessly looking into Loz´ lovely, flushed face (partly to make sure he really enjoyed this and partly because his brother looked incredibly sexy, with his eyes so craving and scorching, his lips pressed together in excited anticipation, and the slightly impatient, thin line building between his brows).

Then he simply let himself fall. His body easily glided down the human stick that was impaling him, shoving easily inside Yazoo´s warm, wanton ass, till his buttocks bounced against his brother´s groin.

Gritting his teeth at the ardent sparks that shot through him, the long haired remnant fell a bit forward, his head lowered. He had to steady himself with his hands against Loz´s strong chest, because his vision was blurry and his body so weak, so lax for a moment.

Yazoo felt so...connected.

Licking his lips, he puffed, and lifted his head, to look at Loz again. So lusty was his gaze, but also hungry and very pleased to have that fat thing inside him. Most of all his eyes radiated affection however, and since he felt that Loz had been so good to him till now and deserved some love in return, Yazoo replied with a slightly hoarse voice, “I love you too, brother.”

Then he was back to being coy, his lips twitching up into a tiny smirk as he started to lift himself, gliding up Loz´ hard-on, observing his brother´s reaction.

Overwhelmed by the sudden envelopment of his dick, and the slow slippery slide up again, Loz’s fingers dug bruisingly into Yazoo’s waist and he threw his silver head back and moaned deeply, the long, low throaty sound forming into a guttural swear word that rather simply and honestly conveyed the mind-blowing joy of finally being embedded all the way inside his younger brother’s sleek, dancer-like body.

“Uhhhhhhhhfffffuuuuuuckkk…”

He thought he heard Yazoo snort amusedly at him but Loz didn’t care if he sounded like a slurring idiot because the truth was, his brain didn’t work so good at the best of times but with his lovely Yaz sitting on him like this, any intelligence he might have possessed just got sucked out of his skull in a rush of molten blood to pool in his rock-solid dick, which was now completely encased by the tightest, hottest, wettest grip he’d ever felt in his life. Even Yazoo’s skilled mouth hadn’t felt this hot or gripped this snugly around him. It was like Yazoo was created purely for him to fit perfectly into and Loz moaned again, feeling the same deep sense of connection that Yazoo was feeling, the same giddying awareness of being joined and united by this powerful, mystical bond of brotherhood. They had already been closely linked in their thoughts and minds before but now they were as close as they could ever be, both spiritually and sexually. Loz appreciated Yazoo speaking of his love but truthfully, Yazoo didn’t actually have to say it. Loz could feel the emotion like healing warmth soothing his soul, and it touched him immensely to know that Yazoo felt the same way he did and bothered to articulate the unspeakable into words, just for him.

Opening his jade-green eyes again, Loz amazedly gazed back up at his seductive, smirking sibling, watching in aroused awe as Yazoo reached the tip of his now-glistening pole and then smoothly sank back down on his knees again, taking all of Loz’s wide length into his slim frame with an equal amount of ease and enjoyment, his face both alert and dreamy at the same time. He looked so stunning moving his agile, athletic figure like this and it made Loz’s heart swell to the point of exploding. He almost couldn’t believe that all this silver-white beauty was his, at least for one night. For a while he watched Yazoo riding him and pleasuring himself (and them both) this way but eventually, Loz’s more dominant side took over and his hands moved down, over Yazoo’s narrow hips, slipping underneath those flexing upper legs. Loz held Yazoo by the back of the thighs, right across the faint creases where his pale buttocks began, Loz supporting his lighter brother with both large palms and muscled arms, effortlessly lifting and seating him up and down on his thick, stiff cock so that all Yazoo had to do was lean back and enjoy it.

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A/N: Yay, progress!! We actually got to the main course now. XDD We hope you guys are still interested in reading more?