Drip
Hiro also noticed his brother’s bulge growing larger the longer they stare at each other’s and damn Hiro needed to do something about it, his 5 inches dick pulsating with perfect coordination with his heart beat. Precum already leaking was enough to fog his mind, to make him forget that he is about to act on his brother and not some random guy, to make his dick even harder and drippier. As for now, Hiro is getting closer, and as he walks to the door in which Tadashi is still standing in shock, Hiro starts taking his shirt off, now fully naked and as close as his brother as he can he starts touching him, his chin, clean shaved and his lips meaty and warm, then he starts descending, lower and lower, his nipples hard as rock and his cock —still hidden— harder than ever, no word is said, no eye contact is made but they sure shared the same idea, the sure knew what was about to happen, and it did. Tadashi’s sweatpants, usually baggy, became skin tight as the erection pressed horizontal and the tip was easily distinguishable from the shaft, those damn gray sweatpants had a dark drip going larger and larger the longer Hiro stared at it. Then, as fast as the idea came, Hiro pulled his brother’s sweatpants, his dick, his hard erect dick now visible, bouncing for a few second, his tip with clear signs of precum was now visible and ready for Hiro to suck, and he did, Hiro’s tiny lips wrapped around his brother’s warm pulsating cock, he gagged, for a while he gagged, a lot, and he liked, sure damn he liked it, they both did, at that time the consequences were not obvious, nor present in their minds and the horny brain fog made them not think of any wrong, wrong of any kind doesn’t feel this good, therefore, brothers like us should love, and we do