Chapter 10
Two sharp knocks on the door caused Eridan to sigh in frustration. He carefully placed his sketches away in a folder, hidden behind his desk from prying eyes, before standing and pushing his chair under his cluttered desk.
The obnoxious knocks picked up speed, echoing off of his bedroom walls like an insistent jackhammer.
Eridan rolled his eyes in aggravation, “Someone had better be dead or dying!” he snapped, fussing with his messy hair in front of his purple vanity. He’d specifically told everyone to leave him be while he was working unless the house was on fire or a new season of Project Runway had been announced. He hoped it was the latter.
It was no surprise that Cronus had been the one knocking like a maniac. His smile was predatory as he leaned against the jamb of the doorway, obviously just trying to look cool and swave, but he honestly just came off as a giant tool. He was wearing the clothes that their father had a conniption about—too tight jeans, stained white tshirt, and old leather jacket with patches covering up the holes, but his angular features were surprisingly clean of their usual coat of car grease.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he confirmed what you already knew. “Papa’s not home.”
“Okay. And?” Eridan was more than a little peeved. After all, he had a deadline to meet. Cronus’s presence was more of a nuisance than anything.
Cronus didn’t look offended at all despite Eridan’s obvious disinterest. He ran a hand through his greaseslicked hair, expression amused. “And I wvas thinkin’ that wve could hang , if ya catch my drift.”
Eridan raised a brow at this. He scoffed, “So, wwhat I’m hearin’ is, you’re bored and you wwant to fuck ‘cause Dad’s out.”
Cronus just shrugged. “Vwell, yeah.”
“Evver considered that I might be busy, Cro?”
“Are you?” He asked with genuine surprise in his voice. “I thought Project Runwvay didn’t come back ‘till April.”
Eridan crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl growing on his features. “Fuck you. I don’t just sit around an wwatch TV all day, thank you vvery much!”
“Awv, c’mon, kid. I’m desperate.” Cronus wrapped his arms around his little brother’s waist, burying his head in Eridan’s neck. He smelled of cheap aftershave and motor oil, and Eridan stiffened but didn’t push him away. Cronus was just that pitiful.
Eridan heaved a sigh after a few seconds of silence, placing a chaste kiss on the top of his brother’s hair. “Fine. Wwhatevver.”
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Eridan was too immersed in Cronus’s surprisingly full lips to notice that they’d gone all the way down the hall in a whirlwind of hot, heavy makeouts, now leaning against their Dad’s bedroom door.
He did notice, however, when Cronus opened the door with an almost silent creak, the two of them stumbling inside.
“Cro,” Eridan began, breathless against his brother’s soft lips. “Wwhy are wwe—“
Cronus pulled away just long enough to close the door behind them and lock it, before smiling devilishly at his little brother. He pointed at the huge mirror on the top of their Dad’s four post canopy bed, expression mischievous.
“’Cause I want ya to see how slutty you really are, Eri.”
Before Eridan could even form a coherent protest, he was swept off his feet and onto the plush bed, furnished with the finest silk sheets he’d ever felt on his skin. Cronus was on top of him, kissing and mouthing his neck and collarbone like it was the only thing holding him to earth.
His fear at being caught was smashed as soon as he glanced upward, meeting his reflection’s frightened gaze. He was being devoured by his own brother, on his father’s bed of all places. He was a slut, there was no way around the way Cronus was making his dick ache.
Aforementioned dick was now being freed of its cloth confines, and Cronus only paused long enough to laugh at Eridan’s choice in underwear—purple lace hipcut panties—before pressing hot and heavy kisses through the sheer fabric. Once again, Eridan’s back arched off the mattress as he met his wanton gaze in his reflection, noticing how red his face had gotten just from being fondled.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of himself as Cronus finally freed his aching erection and took it all in one gulp. Waves of pleasure rolled through the younger’s stomach as he pulled his own shirt up to his chest, thumbing his already taut nipples.
“Fuu—Cro, god damn!” Eridan squeaked as Cronus ran his tongue over the underside of his dick, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head. He was really fucking good at this, and Eridan didn’t doubt that he’d been practicing. Eridan’s brain had been reduced to a mantra of fuck as he watched himself get sucked off in the mirror.
It only took a few more seconds for Eridan to come completely undone, and he cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he came, yanking Cronus’s hair in the hard way that he liked it. Cronus made a strangled sound of pleasure as he swallowed all of it, palming himself through his jeans.
It took the older a few seconds to regain his composure, and when he did, he looked up at Eridan with wide, gold rimmed eyes.
Eridan was breathing heavily as he gazed back down at his brother. “Hm?”
“I just fuckin’ jizzed in my pants ovwer a blowvjob.”