The Affairs of Those Noble Brothers Chapter 17

What was he so proud of? Tibane brought the cloudy substance smeared on his hand up to his eyes and giggled. The moment Irodel recognized it as semen, his mind suddenly snapped back. But only his mind had returned briefly—his body was still the same. Rather, it was even itchier than before. He wanted to rub himself against the sheets, missing the touch of the hand that had left his member. No, was he already rubbing against them? He wasn’t sure. Irodel barely held onto his fading consciousness and desperately called out to his twin brother who was looming over him.

“Tibane, Tibane…”

“What?”

“Stop it, let’s stop…”

Afraid even to open his eyes, he kept them shut tight and pleaded. It didn’t seem like he would stop. He didn’t know what heat was, but if Tibane was in the same state as him, there was no way he would stop. Dominate, or be dominated. He had a预感 that nothing would end until one of those two conditions was met.

“You should have run away then.”

“I c-couldn’t, I couldn’t go. My body was strange…”

“Yeah, well… can’t be helped.”

Tibane gently straightened Irodel’s curled legs and pressed a kiss to his back. Irodel’s shoulders flinched.

“Don’t do this. Wait, let’s at least ventilate the room. Tibane, please…”

If the reason he and Tibane had become strange was the substance that leaked from the broken glass vial, then just opening a window would bring them back to their senses to some degree. But instead of going to open a window, Tibane pressed his body deeply over Irodel’s prone form. Something swollen as if it would burst spread his buttocks apart and slowly smeared sticky liquid over them. A gasp escaped. Irodel steadied his flickering consciousness and shook his head.

“Ah, Tibane!”

“It’s so tiny here. What if it won’t go in?”

“Let’s stop, stop…”

“It’s okay. If you’re scared, just close your eyes. Relax your body.”

“Just listen to me…!”

The moment he shouted with all his might, Tibane bit his earlobe. It was sensitive there because it had been thoroughly licked earlier. When Irodel flinched his head away, Tibane gave a light kiss to his earlobe. It was where the diamond piercing was set.

“It’s actually a good thing. You were about to get taken away while dithering, not even knowing what that bastard was up to.”

Rough breath burrowed into his ear. It was thick and ticklish, like a tongue, making his shoulders tremble finely.

“I’m going to have you. You, I’m going to have you.”

He was scared. Tibane, whom he’d only ever felt was a nuisance even when he hit him, was frightening. He’d heard that when in heat, you had to go all the way to be satisfied. Following that logic, he wished Tibane would just punch him instead, but Tibane’s hands grabbed his thighs and pushed them all the way up. His buttocks parted, and a fingertip rubbed against his anus. The place that was thoroughly wet from being rubbed by Tibane’s member made a strange sound.

“Hngh, no, please, don’t…”

“Relax or it won’t go in. Omegas don’t need this, but you’re a beta… damn. You’re so fragile. How were you born together with me?”

Once again, a tongue entered his ear. Ah! The moment Irodel twisted his head and screamed, a finger pushed into his anus. One finger stirred inside as if stretching the space, and soon became two. The discomfort of something entering where it shouldn’t be moved his arms. He grabbed the sheets and crawled desperately, but from behind, Tibane leisurely pressed down on his back. Then, wrapping his arm tightly around his waist, he thrust the fingers inside him wildly.

“Ah, aah! Ahh!”

It was a place that didn’t get wet, yet a squelching sound came as if it were soaked. Irodel pushed at Tibane’s head licking his back, then buried his own head in the sheets. It was strange. Ineffably strange. Every time the hard fingertips pushed in, pressing at the same spot, his mind emptied out. When another finger entered and rubbed against his inner walls, moans spilled out intermittently. Hhngh, hhnnnggh. His hands gripping the sheets tensed, and the place swallowing his fingers writhed wildly. Even to himself, it felt like a motion of drawing inward. Tibane, who had been biting the back of his neck, laughed lowly.

“Honestly, I was a little worried… but it’s fine? Want me to keep rubbing?”

“Mmngh, mngh, feels good…”

“Feels good? What a cute thing to say. You’re completely relaxed here and writhing. Should I put mine in? Can I? I want to put it in and come. Irodel, brother…”

Something heavy rubbed against his thigh. It was hot and wet and sticky. It moved up to his groin and rubbed against his perineum as if kneading it. The fingers buried in his anus moved deeper and faster. He couldn’t tell what was what anymore. At Tibane’s words whispered against his ear, he alternated between nodding and shaking his head. Then, at some point, the fingers withdrew roughly, and something hard and blunt pressed firmly against his anus. Then it was driven in with a force that made a thudding sound.

“Aaaah!”

“Sorry, I should have gone slow, but I wanted to get it in fast. Hngh, does it hurt? It doesn’t hurt, right?”

Tibane thrust his lower body in as best he could while licking Irodel’s chin. With the massive thing pushing in haphazardly, his breath caught in his throat. It kept coming and coming with no end, and he thought he might die like this. It was probably no coincidence that at that moment, an image of his first love and his twin brother having sex flashed through Irodel’s mind. The thought that that impossibly large thing was inside him now filled him with a sudden jolt of fear even through his daze.

“Stop! Stop coming in…!”

“I can’t stop. Don’t do that, tell me it feels good again.”

Tibane caught Irodel’s hand that was pushing his face away and put it into his own mouth. The moment he flinched from the ticklish sensation, Tibane thrust even deeper. He could vividly feel his anus stretching as if it would tear. The thing buried inside kept leaking something—whether it was semen or something else—and his belly felt like it would burst. Following his survival instinct, he crawled across the bed again. Finding that annoying, Tibane wrapped his arms entirely around his upper body and roughly drove his hips upward.

“Ah, ah, stop, ahh, ahh, ahh!”

The impossibly thick member moved in and out with wet squelching sounds. It seemed so tightly packed it wouldn’t move at all, but the fluid Tibane had leaked made his inner walls so wet that there was no resistance. The inside being rubbed vigorously quickly grew hot. It heated up, swelled, and writhed. The massive thing pressed and rubbed against the swollen spots. Irodel, who had been trying to endure somehow, struggled.

“Hnghaaah, aaah! No, no, aaaah!”

“It’s, writhing so much. Good. Irodel, I love you…”

“Aaaaaah!”

His vision went white. His member, which he hadn’t even realized had gotten hard, spurted and ejaculated. Reflexively tightening inside, Tibane groaned lowly and then grabbed his arms from behind, pulling roughly. His body was lifted upright, and the member drove deep inside.

“Hee, ngh…”

Firm hands gripped his waist tightly. In the same seated position between Tibane’s legs as before, he was thrust into violently. His still-ejaculating body couldn’t keep up with the sensations and trembled violently. Screams came out involuntarily.

“Hii, hiik, haht! Stop! I, stop! Stop! Ah, ah!”

“It’s so good. I want to keep it inside forever. Is that okay? It is, right? I’m your other half. I only have you too. Irodel, Irodel…”

Other half or whatever—feeling like he was going insane, Irodel struggled to pry off the hands gripping his waist. But they wouldn’t budge. Clutching Tibane’s arms, Irodel could only scream. Tibane’s tongue licked at his screaming mouth. It was so hot it burned. Saliva dripped down from under his chin. His inner walls writhed uncontrollably, and the thick thing slammed hard against the fully expanded depths.

“Aah! Aaah! Aaaaah!”

His head bent backward and sparks flashed in his vision. From his member, which was neither fully hot nor cooled but shaking, a transparent fluid sprayed like a fountain. Tibane pulled Irodel’s convulsing body into a tight embrace.

“Hngh, uungh, hnnngh…”

Whenever the watery fluid spurted from the tip of his urethra, his thighs twitched intermittently. Gasping escaped like sobs. The motion from behind, which had been thrusting endlessly like a machine, finally stopped. What was inside was still hard, but there was no sign of another drive. Having done something—whether it was ejaculation or something else—Irodel let his body go limp with relief that it was finally over.

“Hah, haah, haah, hee, I’m tired. Lay me down…”

“Irodel.”