Good morning, by Loz

Title: Good morning, by Loz
Author: Enide Dear
Warning: NC-17, Completely PWP (Pr0n Without Plot)
Pairing: Remnantcest


Summary: Loz says good morning to his brothers. No plot, just some happy fucking. Oh, and breakfast.

I want to say thank you to the nice comments and reviews I've gotten on previously posted fics here. And yay, more Loz to the world!


Loz liked it when he woke up before his brothers did. It didn’t happen all that often, but this morning he blinked a bit dazed into a slim ray of sunlight that had found its way through the curtains and tickled his nose. Kadaj was still sleeping heavily next to him; as usually the youngest brother had stolen most of the covers and drawn them up to his chin. He muttered something under his breath as Loz stealthily untangled himself from whatever shreds of the blanket he’d managed to keep on to during the night, as well as Yazoo’s grip. With no blanket available, the long-haired brother had thrown Loz’ arm over him for warmth, his face buried in the pillow. He didn’t so much as move as Loz crept out of bed, closed the door on his sleeping, non-suspecting brothers, and hurried to the kitchen.

Whistling quietly under his breath Loz quickly readied the coffee-pot, put out three cups (sugar for him, milk for Yazoo, just plain black for Kadaj) next to it. Three sets of scones where quickly put out on a baking tray, ready to put in the pre-heated oven, jam, cheese and honey found their way to the kitchen table, and two boiled eggs, one boiled for three minutes and one only one and a half, was put under cover to keep hot. Loz frowned a bit. He really didn’t like eggs.

With the table set and breakfast prepared he nodded to himself, smiled widely, and hurried back upstairs. He opened the door slowly.

His brothers were still sleeping, much as he left them. Kadaj with the blanket drawn to his chin and his toes sticking out the other end, Yazoo with his face buried in the pillow and starting to get goose bumps from the cold.

Loz grinned to himself. Kadaj first, he decided.

Moving slowly up the foot end of the bed, Loz lifted up the blanket that covered Kadaj’s lithe, strong body. He let his tongue follow the graceful leg from the ankle and up the slim shin, the knee, the smooth thigh, to where Kadaj’s happy morning erection was bobbing against his belly with every breath.

“Ummmm….” Kadaj started to slowly come awake as warmth spread through his body from the insistent wetness around his cock. Two fingers crept up from under the bobbing blanket and pressed against his lips in a wordless urging to be quiet. Casting a quick glance at the still oblivious and peacefully sleeping Yazoo, Kadaj smiled and nodded against the fingers. As Loz resumed his rapidly escalating work Kadaj let his tongue play over the fingers, wrapping them in wetness and mimicking Loz’ pace. He could feel Loz shiver against him and smiled wickedly; his oldest brother had a finger-fetish for sure.

It was too early in the morning for Kadaj to put up any real resistance; he let himself be swept along and Loz eagerly throated him, sucking greedily as Kadaj gasped as quietly as he could and came with his back arched.

Loz moved up under the covers to place a sticky kiss on Kadaj’s lips and to retrieve his fingers that had been caught in a pleasure trap between Kadaj’s teeth.

“Tease,” he muttered, but Kadaj only grinned. “Good morning.”

“Mmmmm…I’d say. And it seems to just be getting better.” Kadaj nodded at Yazoo who still slept.

Loz smiled back. Yazoo was the heaviest sleeper of the three of them, and if Loz was careful he might just….

Very, very slowly Loz started to move his hands up Yazoo’s slim back, rubbing it gently, caressing along the smooth skin, touching all the little spots that made Yazoo arch and move towards him even in his sleep.

Unable to take it any longer, Loz quickly straddled his younger brother, pushing inside him, the teasing he’d done with Kadaj before making him a bit rougher than he’d meant to.

“What - umf - are you doing?” Yazoo mumbled as he was pushed against the pillow.

“Waking you up, sleepy- head.” Loz grinned, increasing the pace.

“I….mmmmh….I was sleeping, you oaf! Get off me!” Yazoo made some pathetic attempts to heave of his heavier brother, but Loz didn’t let him. “Kadaj, tell him to let me be!”

“I don’t think so, brother dear. You look so pretty, all sleepy-rumpled and getting morning fucked.”

“You are both bastards!” Yazoo was panting now, grinding against Loz. Due to the sometimes very rough play between the brothers, as well as Yazoo’s sometimes liking to pretend resistance, they had introduced a safety word years ago. As long as Yazoo didn’t use it, Loz was going to continue fucking him into the mattress.

Yazoo kept moaning and protesting right up to the point where he buckled, gasped and almost tore the upholstery to shreds. Growling, Loz buried himself deep, almost pulling Yazoo to his knees before they both sank down into a panting, sweaty heap.

“Good morning Yazoo,” Kadaj purred at his undone brother, pushing a few strands from the flustered face.

“Good morning, brothers.” Loz grinned and jumped off the bed before he crushed his slender brother. “Breakfast is served, now that you are both awake.”

“I was sleeping!” Yazoo threw a pillow after Loz, only to yelp as Kadaj slapped him quickly over the buttocks.

“Rise and shine, Yazoo!” He dodged another pillow and hurried after Loz downstairs for the waiting breakfast. “I’ll put an extra pillow on your chair!”

“Bastards!” Yazoo’s last whine was almost muffled by the sweet sound of freshly brewing coffee.