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If asked to let go, he would reluctantly obey. Only for it to be carried on as usual, that Hiro would do as he is told for seconds later to reach out and be accepted back into his older brother's hand.
That he was too clingy, too attached for a boy his age. Tadashi couldn't keep on taking care of him, he had other priorities, not being bothered to give attention to the youngly that kept following him around. Hiro was like a small shadow that held onto him and only ran off when the conversations he heard between Tadashi and strangers turned boring.
Hiro had his own thing he had to deal with, he was off with such quickness when he had important business of his own. The bustling streets of the city were never quiet, the ongoing traffic, crowds of people trying to get to their destination. Hiro walked among them in search of something.
And when he's not bothered to leave the house, Hiro stays indoors and works on his projects, trinkets of sorts, reads through his novels and comic books. Gives his opinion in group chats online, maybe stretch the lies. It's more fun when people take it as a fact to later find out it was fake, getting kicked out of groups and forums.
He'd move on from that and take his mind somewhere far away, when he can't help to think about the past.
It's all a blur when he tries to remember, but it all comes back to Tadashi. Everything starts with him, the days his older brother walks him to the bus stop, helps fix his bike, lets him borrow books from his shelf. Takes him to the best sushi shops in the city, persuades Tadashi to change chores with him, taking the easy way out.
Tadashi lets Hiro in on his bigger projects for school that he knows eventually will turn out better if he lets him mess around with them. He also knows Hiro will always come back to him after school, tell him about his day. It always comes out of the young boy, that he's been taunted, laughed at, made fun of for being too smart for his age. Envious of having such talent to solve difficult problems, at times biting back harder.
Those were the days Hiro would come back home, a few bruises here and there. On the worst days he'd had a split lip or lose his blue hoodie trying to fight off some punks. When Tadashi is fast to find that the younger boy is being pushed around, he's there before anything starts. But he can't always be there with Hiro, holding his hand everyday.
Watch over him, even though he wishes too. That's his little brother, they've stuck together since.. forever.
On those bad days, Hiro would never say much. Shrug his shoulders, face away and say he's tired, going to bed early. Tadashi would never push, he'd wait until Hiro stopped tossing and turning in his own bed and decide as always to take a pillow and tiptoe his way over to his bed and quietly push his way in.
Make Tadashi scoot over to make more room for them both to embrace the warmth. Their cocoon of loneliness, when Hiro can't even push a word out of his mouth. When the confusion of knowing that he's different from the kids his age and yet he's still much too young to understand so many other things.
But his brother's arms around him feel very true and real, that his delicate strength can protect him from anything and anyone. That Tadashi would never push him away, even when he's silent for days and keeps to his side of the room for space. His older brother is there waiting for him, with gentle words and hugs that keep him warm for days.
Tadashi looks at him with wonder and comfort, there's no right or wrong way to feel how he feels for him. It’s just them in those moments, when Tadashi wraps his arm around him and he tucks his head between Tadashi's chest, soothing his worries. The sound of the furnace going, a few cars passing by at night, a steady beating.
The quiet presses of Tadashi lips on his head, then the slow movement of his hands rubbing his back. "You know I'm always here." Tadashi starts.
Can feel the bumps of Hiro's spine, the in and out of the breaths he takes, his weak moans to keep going with his movements. "You know, right?" Almost afraid that Hiro has forgotten his words.
Hiro just nods his head, pressing himself closer to his older brother.
"What am I going to do with you.." Tadashi continues, no real resentment from him.
Only if he could, he'd keep Hiro by his side all the time. Not let him out of his sight, that the bruises would disappear, that the doubts and turmoils of wondering when things would get better disappear. That his thoughts would be focused on where to move on from the struggles in the past, let himself be taken care of without feeling a burden.
Who can really understand the young boy other than Tadashi, who really needs too.
No matter how much he pushes and punches back, his older brother comes back stronger. He can never actually hurt him, because if he did, he would have truly lost everything. Everything his world means to him lies with Tadashi, the one that's holding him in a tight embrace.
Hiro sleeps better in Tadashi bed anyways.
So when he wakes up and remembers it's the weekend, he's given the option to stay in bed longer or get up and help his older brother make breakfast.
They stay under the covers for a few more minutes, Hiro's giggling about nothing and getting extra kisses from his brother, and then getting promised bacon and eggs. They share the bathroom to brush their teeth and head out to the kitchen whilst they hear the commotion of the customers down in their aunt's cafe.
Hiro is still in his sleeping shorts, t-shirt wrinkled on one side with bed hair. Pieces of his hair stick out in funny ways, making him look more disheveled. He was never a neat sleeper, Tadashi has to constantly pull him back into his arms. So there his older brother stands, in front of the countertop stove turning it on. Asking for Hiro to get out the eggs and bacon, with his sturdy back facing the boy.
Hiro watches a little longer, as the muscles of Tadashi's back move against the fabric of his shirt. Like a slow breeze, with the smell of familiarity.
He gets out the eggs, bacon, half empty carton of juice. "Can we make waffles?" His boyish voice fills the kitchen. "I can help with the batter." He goes on.
"Get out the waffle maker then." Tadashi says as he starts cracking the eggs.
A chair is pushed against the counter and up Hiro goes, opening the cabinets to pull out the waffle maker. It's not often they make waffles, it's always a game with how fast they can peel the waffle from the hot iron and not overcook it. The batter is certain to spill on the counter and burn around the edges, but Hiro enjoys it for the way his older brother manages to pull out a perfect waffle for him.
It's light golden color, with steam coming off of it. The sweet smell of butter and glassy syrup poured onto it. With his preferred over easy eggs and crispy bacon on the side, Hiro sits across from Tadashi and waits until he's seated to start eating. His older brother always pours himself extra syrup on his waffle and fills his cup with ice for whatever reason.
The sounds of their forks scraping the plate and the humming of the fridge become background noise when Hiro brings up a foot and rubs it up the side of Tadashi's calf. It brings him some sort of comfort that he can touch without asking, from the beginning he's had that privilege.
They continue eating with some teasing from Tadashi and until all the juice is gone. Then Hiro asks for some milk and his brother abides to his request, sweet are the kisses after when Tadashi is picking up the plates and Hiro comes around and gets on the balls of his feet, motioning for him to lean down.
The slide of their lips, closing around each other. A quiet hum from Tadashi as he lets his younger brother slip his tongue in, the angle making it simple to taste everything perfect that Hiro gives him. And though they separate for a second or two he returns with as much sweetness as before, Tadashi wouldn't want it any other way, for that they take their time to separate. "Come on, you're helping me dry the dishes." Tadashi tells him, visible with how much work they have in the kitchen.
The young boy wants more, but for now he has to be patient and be a good brother and help with the mess. So Hiro puts away the milk and eggs, wipes down the kitchen table and takes out the dry cat food for Mochi.
He scoops out some and starts shaking the bowl for the cat to come over, leaves it on the mat and continues helping Tadashi with the dishes. "I have to help Aunt Cass for a few hours." Tadashi says whilst scrubbing down a plate.
"And then I have to head out to the university to give a hand." he continues, "I won't take long."
Right, where Hiro lacks, Tadashi has a good foundation. His older brother is good at making friends and holding conversations with anyone, and is not one to shy away from meeting new people. What he was never good with, keeping friends. Which bothers him to an extent, how could his brother need anyone else. But he keeps those thoughts to himself, "ah sure, I have something to finish anyways." He doesn't look at Tadashi and turns to put away the dishes.
Tadashi knows there's no pushing to make Hiro go out and make some friends, he wouldn't even know where to begin. So they finish cleaning the kitchen and Tadashi goes down right away to help with the afternoon rush, leaving Hiro to his own devices.
What does Tadashi know about the complexity of getting people to like him, or that something that comes out of his mouth won't upset people. Or the constant turns he does in his head to make someone understand what is so simple to him. Most of the time he sounds stuck up, hard to deal with, conceited. That he had too much information, not good for someone like him.
Hiro putts around, picking up a few dirty clothes, moves some of his figurines. Throws out some projects, sheets filled with works that he decided were dead ends. Pulls out storage bins under his bed and organize to pass time until Tadashi comes back.
He had forgotten about some of them, he definitely had. Some time had passed but not enough to forget what his brother last told him. How many nights had it been for them, when Hiro had asked his brother to help him with something.
It had begun with getting up late at night to go to the bathroom, he opened his eyes and saw Tadashi’s sleeping figure across the room. The moon was illuminating his side of the room, always sleeping on his side.
Hiro wanted to get up and go over to Tadashi's side, see if he shook him hard he'd make him go back to bed. Bug his older brother because he could, and that he did.
He left his warm bed to make a fuss late at night, stood at the side of Tadashi's bed and just stared first. Play with the strands of the older boy's hair, poke at his cheek with nothing in return.
"Nii-san.." He whispered out to him.
Nothing came from that.
He tried again, "Come on." Putting more strength as he shook Tadashi's shoulder.
"Why are you up, Hiro." Tadashi groaned, didn't let Hiro explain himself when he took his arm and pulled him into his bed.
Pressed Hiro right up against him, placing a hand between Hiro's inner thighs. A palm coming up to his pelvis, with only Hiro's thin underwear keeping his older brother from going any further.
The need to go was there, but it became more urgent when Hiro felt the pressure of Tadashi fingers starting to play. Unaware why Hiro got up in the first place, Tadashi's mind was foggy with sleep and his younger brother's smoothness felt nice under his fingers.
"Nii-san wait, I-." Hiro attempted to push his brother's hand away.
"Quiet." Tadashi put an end to Hiro's words as he snuck a hand underneath the boy's underwear. This wasn't the first time that Tadashi had to use this way for Hiro to learn his lesson and never did he learn from the many times before, they just became more frequent.
This wasn't the first time for Hiro, but he said nothing.
Knew this was best for him, the friction of the pads of his older brother's fingers working their way down, then up coolly against his pussy, sent tingles up his back. Or how with every downward motion a finger or two made their way between his folds, a twitch came with that.
Hiro's breath became heavy with desire, that his brother's fingers made their way further in. And they did, but not without the feeling Hiro didn't know would come.
The sudden urge to go...
He closed his thighs together to keep the pressure at bay, "I need t- to." Hiro began.
"Need what?" Tadashi said whilst his fingers picked up the pace, wanting to feel how Hiro would let himself go. Cum on his fingers and nothing more, let it spill around them and maybe lick off the rest.
Instead Hiro moved his hips away too fast for Tadashi to catch up, feet being placed on the floor in an instant taking off to the bathroom. Tadashi, confused, laid back down when the bathroom door had closed, thinking to himself if he had gone too far.
Far from it when Hiro came back and pushed the covers aside, with the light from the moon Tadashi watched as Hiro pulled down his underwear and tossed it to the side. Maneuvering his older brother to lay on his back, whilst the smacks of Hiro's lips made their way around Tadashi neck and cheek and lastly to his lips.
"Again?" The young boy asked.
Tadashi's brain had finally caught up, one minute his little brother was waking him up and the next minute he left, making a fuss to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Yet it was as any good time as right now to show him a thing or two about being woken up.
He flipped their bodies around, with Hiro now laying on his back and Tadashi hovering over him. "Sure, but.." He starts, "You'll have to be quiet or I'll stop." His words are firm.
Hiro nods, eyes glued to his older brother.
Be good, be good.
Rings in his head as Tadashi gives him a kiss on the forehead.
The boy squeezes his thighs as his brother dips two fingers inside his cunt, the moisture from before was there and something more. The anticipation if this will finally be the moment Tadashi goes further than what he usually does, gives Hiro what he actually wants.
His fingers don't go too far in, only doing slow movements as the folds of Hiro's pussy create more slick. Hiro has his attention focused on the ceiling that whole time, he knows his face would show embarrassment if he looked down for a second. How nicely he opens up for his older brother, how with little effort he can make Hiro lay there without protest.
They're running with luck, with how cold it is outside around this time. Winter had just started, but their usual climate of those high 90s weren't there to make them sweat, but the old heater hadn't turned on for hours now.
So there was a light chill in their room as Tadashi shoves his fingers a bit more harsher, less reserved. Made the younger boy squeak from the hard intrusion, made his knees come up to somehow hold his brother off. It did nothing though, when those same fingers withdrew and dragged all the way up to his sensitive clit.
It was a light touch, nothing Hiro couldn't handle. His old t-shirt was protecting him from the chill in the air but any small movement, the fabric would come up against his nipples and send the ends of his hair to stand up.
He shook his head as Tadashi moved in small circles, stopped, then did it all over again. Hiro took his eyes off the ceiling and onto his brother, gave him a look of disapproval with no bite to it. His eyebrows scrunched together but it showed how unthreatening he truly was, he very much enjoyed this.
To have his older brother satisfy him, where no other could.
Not that anyone else could replace what they have.
Not that anyone could ever take Tadashi from him.
They could make comments, speak under their breath, make displeased faces and so on. None could keep Hiro from searching for the answer, that they were meant for one another.
And tonight Tadashi introduced something new to Hiro, he reached from under his pillow. Out in the dark it looked strange, a small item that was smooth and curved. Before Hiro could ask about it, his brother had enclosed them with his covers. "Do you trust me?" Tadashi asked.
Hiro let out a mumble, that he does trust him.
He couldn't hear when Tadashi pressed a button on the item and there was a quiet buzz and pressed said item on his pussy, couldn't understand how the rapid movement of this item made his cunt spazz with need.
Made him tremble with unknown pleasure, pressing further and further that the chub of his folds quivered and bared more slick for his older brother.
And his brother shushed him with every whine that came out of Hiro, that it was too much.
It went until Hiro's small back arched and let out a too loud cry that had Tadashi close their mouth together to keep his voice from waking the sleeping city.
How he let Tadashi take all his orgasms from the first one to this one and spread it out until the threads split and then to be weaved back, just for him.
Hiro remembers every single one of those, so vividly.
He sits there, on their bedroom floor with a blank stare, the storage bin open and crammed with shared junk. That he could never throw away at every attempt that he made to clear up space, to hoard more items that reminded him of their time spent together.
Especially a few polaroid pictures he found at the very bottom, one that had them squished together with Hiro holding up Mochi in his hands. Another with Tadashi showing off an award he won some years ago and Hiro had his arms wrapped around his shoulders, faces too close.
His favorite was one that was taken from an angle above, blurry as Tadashi snapped the picture with one hand, seizing his very first kiss from his older brother. They were supposed to head out for an event that Tadashi was invited to but they got sidetracked searching for an old necktie and they found themselves going through old photos.
He also found some of his fidget toys that Tadashi had bought for him when he was struggling to keep from harming himself in his worst times.
Tadashi had spent a lot of time trying to figure out where it went wrong, where it had started and how he hadn't seen it sooner. Yelling at him wouldn't work, giving him a firm talk would make it worse.
The only good option was to bring him along everywhere he went, and it took months until he felt it was safe for him to leave Hiro by himself. Asking their aunt to check on him once in a while without being over bearing, she knew very well what to do but Tadashi only worried, for his sake, that Hiro would eventually move on or find better ways to cope.
And he sat and sat on the floor until his legs went numb and he was forced to get up and move a bit. Find other things to do around the house and wait for his older brother, he'd be done down stairs in the cafe soon enough and then he would leave, again.
It was clear to him that his options were few, he chose to lay in Tadashi's bed but not before digging through his drawers to find anything interesting he could entertain himself with.
Nothing stuck out to him until he pulled out the last drawer of his dresser, under the many socks Tadashi hoarded he found what his brother used on him those many nights ago, to his surprise it was much smaller than he imagined. It's dark purple color, smooth and light feeling to it, an odd thing.
He knew as he pressed the button at the bottom, its low humming made him almost drop it. Even if he was crouched down in the corner of the room with no one around, his cheeks filled a bright red color and he felt warm all over.
Hiro pushed the drawer back in and scurried right into Tadashi bed, tugging every blanket he could reach and shielding himself from the outside.
He wants to see what his brother had done with this thing.. toy, whatever it was, would feel the same way if he did it himself. If those same sensations would come back to him, the rousing of all his senses that made him dizzy, would be just as intense.
The busy noises downstairs, the morning rush even on the weekend would keep Tadashi occupied long enough for Hiro to make sense of this.. thing.
It was dark under the covers, but he didn't need much light to see what he was going to do.
Hiro took off his pajama shorts, left his underwear on and pressed the button a second time, listening to the small object begin to vibrate and letting it come close to his pussy.
Not much pressure in the beginning, he let it just sit on top. His thin underwear heightened the sensation, the smoothness of the fabric nudging between his folds as he began to press harder. Seconds by seconds he added more pressure as his wrist aimed further down.
Right in between his thighs, sliding the toy down then bringing it right back up to the cleft of his pussy. Where he had just begun to grow hair, short and dark, the few that happened to poke through the fabric of his underwear.
He kept the head of the object directly on his covered clit, attempting to open the outer folds of his pussy with a hard push of his hand. All he could hear from there on was his labored breathing, the buzzing of the toy and how his body became feverish for something more, something real.
Not the creaking of someone coming up stairs, or how someone had turned on the kitchen sink to wash their hands. The cracking of bones from an exhausted body that had just served too many picky and inpatient customers, the orders of baked goods too sweet, they had become sick of the smell.
Hiro didn't hear his brother's deep and tired voice call out for him, wondering where he had gone.
The morning day turns into a cloudy and rainy evening day, with the promises of their secrets.
Tadashi opens their shared bedroom and catches movements way over on the other end of the room, the pile of blankets moving and hearing weak moans. Taking a quick look everywhere else to make sure that the only one that could have taken his bed without permission was Hiro.
If he thought what he thought was happening, he could have quietly left. Closed the door and pretended he never saw anything, maybe Hiro just wanted this for himself and had forgotten what time it was.
He did tell his younger brother he was going to be busy all day.
The closer he listened to Hiro's sweet notes of pleasure, soft and high, dripping from wanting more.
Tadashi made his way over to Hiro, wanting to listen to those sounds closer, take them from his mouth and more.
The buzzing caught him off guard when he got to the end of the bed, he listened more intently. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, if he was right, Hiro had found the toy he had bought many months ago. Tadashi thought he hid it well enough, and was going to take it out when he had time to indulge, away from his busy schedule.
"Thought I hid it well.." Tadashi's words were so loud that the movement under the covers stopped abruptly.
His voice wasn't filled with disappointment or irritation, sort of curious.
"Why are you here?" It came out more of a demand from Hiro, voice muffled by the heaps of blankets.
Tadashi's laughter was short with no mock, "I was going to change and head out, but.." Tadashi trailed off, leaving room to say more.
"Are you leaving?" Hiro asked, stuck in place waiting for Tadashi's next move.
"Not anymore, Hiro." There it was, his way in.
Tadashi's answer was set as Hiro finally poked his head out the covers, looking a bit sheepish. Made the eldest take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, leaving them on the floor to deal with them later.
He went to the other side of his bed, and got under the covers easily. Hiro was radiating off so much body heat that Tadashi stuck to him immediately with eagerness. "How long have you been under all of these?" The older brother asked.
"I don't know." Hiro answered, dizzy with want.
Hiro took to shutting his brother up by bringing their lips together, letting go of the buzzing object as a hand pulled Tadashi's down to close the distance. The hunger of the boy wasn't going to stop, with heated kiss after kiss, quick smacks of their mouth, bumping noses.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Tadashi spoke through their kisses, bringing a hand up to cradle Hiro's head.
"Nothing, nothing." Hiro said quickly, going for another wet kiss, tongue prodding to get in.
Where would he even begin to tell his brother that everything seemed to be crashing down. But it all vanishes when Tadashi shows up, his presence becomes resilience. He becomes safety to Hiro, the unknown becomes light.
"Nothing, huh." Tadashi said whilst he brought a hand down to feel where Hiro had made a wet spot on his underwear, pussy throbbing.
Hiro lifted his hips up to get more friction from his brother's fingers, moaning into his mouth as they continued kissing right after. Tadashi took the chance to slip two fingers right underneath the hems of his underwear, cotton white and brimming with Hiro's slick.
He rubbed his fingers gently against Hiro's delicate folds, only to remove them and take a hold of the vibrating object left at the side.
Tadashi heard his younger brother protest, but he got to work quickly. By removing some of the blankets because it was getting harder to breathe underneath them, leaving one close to him in case Hiro became cold.
They were bare from head to toe, going for his brother next as Tadashi took it upon himself to pull his white cottons down his legs and completely off.
He let Hiro keep his t-shirt on, so soon after he picked up the vibrator and pressed the button twice to set it on a higher level. Made Hiro flinch from the sudden motions of the object pressed so firmly on his cunt, making its way into his now sopping inner folds.
There was enough slickness now, that the toy was beginning to enter his tight hole. It was stiff but soft enough that it wouldn't hurt too much going into Hiro's cunt. The thing Hiro had been waiting for, watching from above as his older brother moved it up, almost touching his clit and down, prodding a bit into his aching core.
His legs felt heavy, vibrations going up his body and making him feel wind up, tighter and tighter.
Tadashi could keep him on edge all day, let it run through his body until he was about to bust and in the very last second, take it all away from Hiro. Just watching Hiro squirm in his hold as his pussy continued to create slick, making a mess with the toy.
Hiro had turned a nice deep pink, with greedy moans for his older brother. Could see from where he was looking that it was turning on Tadashi. "Let me help, nii-san." Hiro said, even as he began to shake from the intense vibrations that wouldn't stop.
Tadashi wanted so much for Hiro to help, take his aching member and shove it right into Hiro's cunt and feel every breaking nerve.
"Let me, let me." Hiro begged, trying to reach for Tadashi's boxers.
"We can't, you're still too tight baby." Tadashi said, turning off the vibrator and tossing it to the side. He yanks his boxers only half way, freeing his already stiff cock into the open. The head of his cock was wet with pre-cum, smearing it down as soon as he took himself in his hand.
It wasn't enough for him, as his hand felt too dry to do much. Other than looking over to Hiro's soaked pussy and getting an idea. Tadashi groaned as he took the opportunity to get his hand sticky with his brother's slick, making him flinch when his fingers reached deeper in.
"Hiro, hold still." Tadashi said, taking his hand back and coated his member with Hiro's spent.
The up and down slippery motions made Hiro antsy, wondered how Tadashi's long and curved dick would feel inside of him. If it would become so hot, scorch and fill him right up that it would mark him so well, he wouldn't need anyone else but Tadashi.
The thoughts of getting stretched by his brother's cock, shoot his load so nicely inside his cunt. Made his pussy throb with need, giving Tadashi a hint in that moment when he took a hand and lifted a thigh up and angled it where if Tadashi wanted, he could aim his load.
And he did as soon as he got the hint, looking up from working on his hard cock. Perfectly displayed for him, so pleasantly ready, sticky and rosy. Tadashi's handle became short and fast, feeling the shock going through him as he shot his load towards Hiro's opening. Splattering the white translucent on Hiro's smooth skin, getting it all over his thighs, ass and pussy.
"Yes, yes.." Hiro's whimpers became the high point for Tadashi, watching how his cum dripped on his skin, mixing with all their sweat. He let go of his softening cock and brought his hand to Hiro's messy pussy and rubbed at it one last time, slow and weak.
It gave to Hiro's awaiting orgasm, no shock but like syrup he let go and loosened everything in his body. He twitched as he let Tadashi take the last of him, smelling of ripeness and desire.
His older brother brought their mouths together, tired but intoxicated with their adoration. No amount of questioning would stop Tadashi from taking Hiro all over again. And he could sense that from Hiro as their kisses became warm and tender, never-ending.
Stay, please stay.
Embracing in their distorted but complete love.