Page Two

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With a moan Bartholomew gripped his brother’s hips and pulled him forward. He licked the length of his crack before going back to the puckered opening. He fluttered his tongue over the hole, eating out his brother’s ass carefully and slowly, savoring the feel of doing it. Heat radiated from the wrinkled entrance and it would open and close in reaction. Every time it opened Bartholomew would push his tongue in, getting a bit further with each new intrusion.

Celeste was moaning and his legs were vibrating a bit. He was still tired from his orgasms and standing was a struggle, but he was having so much fun and was being taken care of so well that he wouldn’t dare try to get away.

“Do you want this to stay?” Celeste asked breathlessly as he reached down and ran his fingers along his clit.

“Yes,” Bartholomew licked his lips, “I like hearing and seeing you squirt.”

Celeste blushed at that but was pleased to comply. He felt Bartholomew’s hands move to pull him apart even more. He felt cool air on his hole before it was warmed again by his brother’s mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Bartholomew spoke between kisses and licks.

“Just a bit more,” Celeste whispered, “then you can have me. Nice and slow.”

“Nice and slow,” Bartholomew agreed as he began pushing a finger into his brother’s ass. He took his time here, using first one finger then another to help open his brother up. He listened to the soft sounds his brother made and watched as his cunt trickled juice down his inner thighs. A third finger was added and he spread all of them to get a good look inside. He moaned at the sight, still in awe about just how pretty his brother was everywhere. He pulled his fingers out just so he could lean forward and rim him slowly once more. He started eating his brother out languidly with his warm tongue, pushing in to taste him from the inside.

Celeste’s sounds had grown from near silent gasps to long drawn-out moans and each one made Bartholomew’s cock twitch with need. He pulled back, a string of saliva still joining his open mouth to his brother’s wet asshole. He saw that Celeste had started to slowly jerk himself and he watched for a bit before he finally patted his lap.

“Come now,” he demanded and gripped Celeste’s hips and together they worked at getting his cock to enter the hot opening.

Celeste whispered Bartholomew’s name and closed his eyes as he felt his brother’s member slip in bit by bit. Stretching him even more than his fingers and tongue had. There was a bit of burning at the intrusion, but soon his body became used to the feel and adjusted to the girth of his brother. Celeste finally sat, fully burying the cock into himself and he let out a sigh of pleasure, “You feel so good.”

“As do you,” Bartholomew ran his hands up and down Celeste’s thighs, “move for me. Ride me.”

So Celeste did, gently taking his time like Bartholomew had expressed he wanted. Going so slowly meant he felt every drag and pull of his brother’s cock against him. Every time he sat up too far and felt the flared head catch on his rim. Each bounce and throb of the erection against his inner walls. All the while his pussy was clenching in delight as well, leaking thin lines of fluid to coat his pink lips and his brother. Soon the slide in and out of his ass was smoother now that his secretions had lubricated Bartholomew’s cock.

Bartholomew did like this languid pace, but going this slow the pleasure was building like pressure on a valve and Bartholomew didn't know how much longer he could go on without bursting. He honestly wasn’t sure he could have sex with Celeste without jackhammering into him.

"Spread your legs," he ordered when Celeste started to close them some, "go faster."

The god of lust complied, using his legs to pick up speed, bucking atop his brother's lap.

"You're such a good cocksleeve," Bartholomew ground out. He reached down and pushed two fingers into his brother's cunt. He was hot inside, pulsating around his thick fingers. Clamping so strongly that it was almost painful. Bartholomew’s pleasure ratcheted up, his brother was insanely sexy, everything about him was like a siren’s call and he realized that maybe he just didn’t have the willpower to be soft and slow. Maybe Celeste’s pheromones were just too much for him. Maybe, in the end, he was always going to falter. Comforted by that conclusion his other arm wrapped around Celeste's middle, "you know what, fuck it," he shrugged, "let's go."

Bartholomew rose up and bent Celeste over and immediately started to fuck the life out of him.

Celeste cried out and gripped the arm around his waist, holding on tightly as he was roughly ploughed from behind and finger fucked up front. His hand squeezed the base of his cock so he wouldn't come right away.

Bartholomew placed his lips near Celeste's ear, his harsh puffs of air disturbing the silky black hair, "Perfect fuckhole," he whispered and Celeste whined, "need to use you. Your slutty ass likes this huh?" He felt Celeste tighten around his cock and the pussy gushed, coating his hand, "Yeah you do," he stood more and yanked his fingers from Celeste's pussy and watched the arc of fluid as it left the clasping hole to land on the edge of his desk and at their feet.

Celeste hung his head and started to stroke himself faster, "I'm close."

"Me too. Fuck!"  Bartholomew panted, "Together. I wanna feel you come from my cock."

"Ah! Oh! Oh!" Celeste's legs trembled and then his orgasm was upon him. Another flood from his pussy then his cock, white cum joined the messy puddle on the floor.

Bartholomew was quick to follow the pulsing contractions from Celeste’s ass on his cock forcing him over. He filled Celeste to the brim as he growled and bit his earlobe.

They both collapsed back onto the chair, panting heavily with their chests heaving for air. They were silent for a long while, each savoring the afterglow.

Finally Celeste spoke, "See...you'd love it if I filled the void."

Bartholomew gave a weak chuckle, "Oh I would, but I don't want to give up Lawrence yet,” he shifted Celeste just enough to adjust himself and zip up his slacks, “I just need time to sit with it."

"Hmmm," Celeste closed his eyes, "you should talk to him."

"Fuck no," Bartholomew scowled, "he doesn't need to know about this. I'll figure it out."

Just then there was a knock and Lawrence's voice asking if he'd seen Celeste. Bartholomew called for him to enter.

"Oh!" Lawrence smiled, "Am I interrupting?"

"No no," Bartholomew sighed, "we just finished."

Celeste stood, his green skirt covering his nakedness now that he didn't have panties anymore. He found his shirt and as he was putting it back on Lawrence asked if he still wanted to go on a walk.

"Yes! But you and Bartholomew need to talk first!" He looked back at his brother and was met with a dark look.

Lawrence frowned a bit, confused by Bartholomew’s expression.

"Celeste," Bartholomew drew out his name in warning. He sounded angry.

“Oh stop it!” Celeste tsked then walked towards Lawrence, "If you still wanna hang out after that conversation come find me!" He leaned over and kissed his cheek. When he pulled away his eyes met Lawrence’s and he could see the worry on his face, but he knew this would be for the best. Celeste knew Bartholomew, he wouldn’t 'sit with it', he’d shove it down and pretend his feelings weren’t real. He didn’t want it becoming an issue down the line. He looked back over at Bartholomew who was glaring at him and he gave him a soft smile, “I love you,” he said to him pointedly but it just made his brother narrow his eyes at him. He ignored him and turned to Lawrence who looked even more distressed now, “I love you too. Where’s Connor?”

Lawrence blinked, caught off guard by the question, “Uh…uh he’s at the Parthenon. He had always wanted to visit…Celeste, what’s all this about?” He waved his hand towards Bartholomew.

Celeste smiled and decided not to answer his brother but say, “That’s so nice of you! You’re going to spoil him though!” He rushed to the door and swung it open, “I’m gonna go hang out with Connor!” He blew a kiss to the both of them then slammed the door.

Lawrence looked back at Bartholomew, but the god of war was looking away, shaking his head. His frown got deeper, “Bartholomew,” he started, stepping closer, “do you have a quarrel with me?”

Bartholomew’s head snapped back, “Oh goodness no!” He huffed, “He shouldn’t have meddled,” he whispered more to himself.

Lawrence’s expression was one of worry and sadness, “I know he cast you in a spotlight you wished not to be in, but…please speak to me,” he stepped closer still, “Have I wronged you?”

“No no no,” Bartholomew stood up and let out a growl of frustration. He sidestepped the puddle of juice and jizz and started to pace the room, “but I have wronged you,” he sighed and when he felt Lawrence touch his upper arm gently he stopped pacing and turned to look at his brother, “I never should have interfered with you and Marcus.”

Lawrence’s brows shot up in surprise, “What? Is that all?” He chuckled, “I am not angry at that! Come now, let’s forget all this!”

“No…I can’t…that’s not…” Bartholomew shook his head, “it’s the reason I intervened…” he looked pained suddenly and Lawrence dropped his smile. Bartholomew went on, “I…I became angry…so angry he dared to speak as though he had right to you. Talking so confidently, like he could claim you without question. Arrogant fool,” he spat and Lawrence’s lips parted in a frown, his confusion returning. Bartholomew gripped his brother suddenly, squeezing his upper arms and staring him right in the eyes, “I’ve wronged you because my first thought…my first thought was: how dare he,” he bared his teeth and spoke through them with dominance and power, “how dare he try to take what is mine!”

Lawrence gasped and his eyes went wide, but he was at a loss for words. His heartbeat quickened and he felt warm all over and he suddenly remembered how good it had felt when Bartholomew had given into his gift and claimed him in front of Marcus. Fucking him brutally against a tree until he cried. Lawrence took a deep breath, ready to speak, but was cut off by Bartholomew’s 180. His brother looked distraught and he let out a weak mirthless laugh.

“But who am I to lay claim to you?” Bartholomew quirked a brow, “I am no better than him. You are not mine. You are Connor’s.”

“I am my own,” Lawrence settled his features and spoke calmly, “No one has right to me,” when Bartholomew’s hazel eyes slid to the side he cocked his head to force him to look back at him, “but I am thrilled you feel this way about me.”

“Don’t say that!” Bartholomew’s forehead wrinkled as he showed how disgusted in himself he felt, “I should never-”

“Have emotions?” Lawrence chuckled, “Seeing me as yours just means you didn’t find Marcus worthy of me,” he stepped closer to his brother and wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his body up against his until they were flush, touching chest to thigh, “Let me tell you a secret,” he whispered, his jade eyes kind, “in the forest, when you were tapping into your gift, relishing in…” he smirked, “conquering me, I liked it,” he sighed, “I didn’t know what it meant then. Hell, I’m not really sure what it means now. At least, not beyond the fact that it appears we are on the same page.”

Bartholomew had taken in Lawrence’s words and while they excited him he also felt wary, “Don’t placate me. Regardless of your body autonomy you are still building something with Connor. You can’t just…give yourself to me.”

“So you don’t want me?” Lawrence tilted his head, his smirk coming back.

Bartholomew huffed, annoyed by how flippantly his brother was taking the news, “This isn’t a joke Lawrence.”

“I am not joking,” he shook his head, “I don’t mind your possessiveness,” he looked at him head on, so he could see the sincerity in his eyes, “You are my brother, you will never see me fully as a trinket to be used and discarded. You don’t even feel that way about Celeste despite your bedroom talk. You respect me, love me and you will always protect me,” he smiled, “I know you are bothered by this, but I do not feel disrespected in the slightest. Like I said, I enjoyed being your…” he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to his brother’s then whispered against them, “sole focus.”

Bartholomew grunted then dug his fingers in Lawrence’s hair and kissed him soundly. He savored the moan his brother made when his tongue slipped between his lips to taste him. Lawrence’s fingers curled, wrinkling Bartholomew’s uniform jacket as he let himself be taken by the kiss. He felt Bartholomew’s exploratory licks and long laves then whimpered when his tongue was pulled between his brother’s lips and sucked.

Bartholomew pulled away with a squeaking smack as he released his brother’s tongue. He looked at him with heady eyes and said, “Lawrence, why must you tempt me?”

“Because the idea of you angrily vetting any future lovers I may take on amuses and arouses me,” he licked his brother’s top lip, “I want to be yours. Connor has my heart, but I am willing to give you my body. Surely you can share with him. Play nice? You have before…” he gave him a seductive look that had Bartholomew’s cock trying to swell back to life. Lawrence felt it and shifted his thigh to press against it. He tilted his head back, his eyes half lidded and he took on a sultry tone Bartholomew hadn’t heard before and whispered, “Why else would I want you to call me your pretty little thing?”

Bartholomew’s breath caught and his eyes went wide. He had never had anyone so boldly seduce him before. It was hella sexy, especially coming from his normally composed and proper brother. His body was instantly aflame, cock nearly half hard and he suddenly wanted to devour this new prize. He quickly gripped Lawrence’s chin and squeezed hard until his brother’s expression changed from surprise to questioning. He snarled, “Remember this conversation. I don’t want to hear you crying when I bend you over my desk to eat out your ass when you’re not in the mood.”

Lawrence’s shock was written all over his face, but he didn’t actually perceive Bartholomew’s words as a threat. His brother would never do anything against his will, but it was an effective phrase to know just how aroused and greedy Bartholomew was. Before he could answer Bartholomew had lifted him and placed him atop his desk. He kissed him then, surprisingly gentle as he lay him back, scattering the papers and various ornaments from his desk to the floor.

Lawrence wrapped one arm around Bartholomew’s neck while leaning on the elbow of his other and moaned into the kiss. He lifted one leg and pulled Bartholomew closer with it until their erections were touching. He broke the kiss by speaking, “I promised Celeste a walk.”

“I’ll be quick, I just need…fuck,” Bartholomew pulled back so he could look his brother in the face more clearly, “you’re so damn beautiful Lawrence,” he reached down and palmed his sibling’s cock, “let me suck it, then I’ll let you go.”

Lawrence just nodded numbly and watched as Bartholomew dropped to his knees. He didn’t move, just allowed Bartholomew the freedom to do as he pleased. His knees were gripped, his legs parted and his robe pulled aside to release his cock. Without a word Bartholomew licked a line from Lawrence’s balls all the way up to the tip of his erection. It bobbed when he flicked his tongue off the underside of his cockhead. He did it again and again. Over and over until Lawrence had placed his hand in his blonde hair and his cock was leaking.

“You’re pretty here,” Bartholomew looked up through his bangs and saw Lawrence bite his lower lip. He closed his eyes and engulfed him, sucking the tip for a bit before sliding down the shaft to swallow him whole.

Lawrence threw his head back and closed his eyes. He moaned deeply and marveled at how the conversation had gone from tense worry to erotic play. He rolled his hips and felt Bartholomew suck harder. He wasn’t going to last long; his brother had gotten better at blowjobs the more he practiced and he knew exactly when to contract his throat or flutter his tongue.

Bartholomew took his time swirling his tongue, puckering his lips to drink right from the dick slit, humming so it vibrated his brother’s skin, tracing the prominent vein and flicking his tongue on the underside. He bobbed his head and licked up his spit mixed with precum, he popped off so he could lower his head and suck the sac into his mouth.

Lawrence cried out and rolled his hips in pleasure. His entire body was tense with anticipation and hot with arousal. He could feel his orgasm approaching, by the way his toes tingled and his nipples hardened. He loosened his hold on Bartholomew’s hair then stroked down the side of his face, awed by the fact he could feel his brother’s mouth working against his palm. Bartholomew looked up, his gorgeous hazel eyes peering at him with lust, but he never stopped rolling the balls between his lips. Lawrence opened his mouth, his tongue rolling out and Bartholomew dropped his sac and leaned up to suck on it. Lawrence shivered, his eyes wide as his brother’s lips tugged on his tongue. His cock twitched, dribbling precum down the length of it. Bartholomew pulled away, both of their mouths overly wet.

Lawrence’s breathing had picked up and he was near panting now, “Please…kiss the tip again.”

Bartholomew smirked then returned to his knees and kissed the tip then he looked up and asked, “You’ll let me drink you down, yeah?”

“Yes,” his reply was breathy.

Bartholomew hummed then went back to his task. He suckled the entire cockhead while he lifted his hand and fondled the balls. He felt Lawrence’s hips jerk and he lifted his eyes to see his brother looking back at him. He bit his lower lip and shook his head yes so Bartholomew closed his eyes and pulled the cock deeper into his mouth then sucked hard. Lawrence let out a short cry before he started pumping his seed into his brother’s throat.

Bartholomew swallowed it all, not missing a drop before he pulled back and opened his mouth to show Lawrence that he had.

“You’re so good at that,” Lawrence pushed two fingers into Bartholomew’s mouth then narrowed his eyes in pleasure when they were sucked. He pulled them away slowly, “Shall I?”

Bartholomew shook his head, “I’m actually pretty beat. Between having Celeste and now you, I think I just need to rest.”

Lawrence nodded then used his brother’s shoulder to steady himself as he slid off the desk, “I love you, you know.”

“I do know,” Bartholomew smiled, “I love you too. Now go find Celeste.”

Lawrence gave his brother a strong hug then whispered against his ear, “Come to me tonight, Connor and I will pleasure you. Surely you’ll be well rested by then,” he stepped back with a smirk and was pleased to see Bartholomew looking at him hungrily. Bartholomew may be spent, but that didn’t mean Lawrence didn’t want to touch and taste him still. So he turned and quickly left the room before he could say or do anymore.

Bartholomew looked at his door for some time, then down at the mess Celeste had left then back at the door. His brothers were fucking determined to wear him out. He chuckled then set to work on cleaning up his space.