I Should’ve Fucking Pissed On You
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shadowhiveI Should’ve Fucking Pissed On You
Pairing: Oli Sykes/Tom Sykes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: watersports
Notes: Forsuicideseason, who requested Sykecest. I’ve not done any in years (I’m not even sure what Tom looks like now so...) hope you like!
To all the world Tom was considered an angel, certainly compared to Oli. Tom was sweet and innocent, compared with his brother, the rockstar covered in tattoos that spent his nights screaming into a microphone.
The truth, however, was anything but.
Tom growled as he shoved Oli against the wall of their hotel room, his eyes narrowing. “I saw you kissing that guy, kissing that Welsh whore.” He snarled, spitting in his brother’s face.
Oli’s eyes widened and he whimpered, shaking his head. “It’s not what you think...” Tom responded to his words by slapping him around the face, hard.
“You are mine, do you understand? You might look like a little slut but you don’t put out unless I let you.” Tom snarled out the words, looking at him angrily. “I should mark you or put a collar on you, then the world would know that someone owns you. That you’re a little fucking slut.” Oli whimpered, but this close Tom could feel the bulge of his growing erection. He couldn’t hide the truth of what he was, not from his little brother. “Or maybe I should have done something else...” Tom smirked, an idea coming to mind and he stepped back, just enough to allow him to move. “Knees, now.”
Oli dropped to the floor without a protest. It was just easier that way. He looked up at his brother, parting his lips as he put his hands behind his back, waiting. Tom had to make sure he knew his place. He reached down, undoing the zipper of his flies. “I should’ve done this before letting you out of my fucking sight.” He opened his jeans up, pushing his boxers down to free his dick. He wasn’t hard,but then he didn’t have to be, not for what he had in mind. He took his dick in hand, aimed it for Oli and, with a sigh, started to piss.
Oli gasped as the spray hit him square in the face, his eyes quickly lidding. Tom grinned, angling his dick so it soaked his skin. The warm golden fluid landed over his face and hair, soaking it and making it stick to his skin. Tom hummed as he made sure the flow soaked through his clothes as well, making his t-shirt cling to his already sweaty chest. When Oli whimpered again he angled his cock, getting some over his lips. “Open.” Oli whined, but parted his pretty lips as Tom pushed his dick inside, the last of it draining down his throat.
It wasn’t the first time he’d pissed on Oli and no doubt it wouldn’t be the last time either. “Yeah, look at you. You look so good dripping with my piss. Should send you out there looking like this, that way everyone could smell you on me, that they’d know you were a dirty little slut.”
Oli whined around his dick, his soft tongue flicking against his dick. Now that he’d finished he was starting to get hard. Oli knew just the right ways to get him hard and aching quickly. He should, they’d been doing this since they were teens after all. “Mmm that’s it.” Tom purred, reaching down to grasp at Oli’s wet hair as he got fully hard in his mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Oli as he bobbed on his dick, squeezing his lips and licking him in all the right places.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, since you decided to be such a slut.” Tom informed him casually, giving his hair a quick, sharp tug. He felt the vibrations around him as Oli whined in displeasure at his words. “So you’d better get me off with your whore mouth.”
Oli looked up at him, nodding as best he could given his current position and he set to work. He worked even harder, taking him down fully each time, hollowing his cheeks and leaking saliva around him. His tongue caught all the right spots on Tom’s dick, his underside, the soft curve of his head and he knew he wouldn’t last. Oli was humming, the vibrations adding to the sensation and Tom was certain it would be one of his band’s songs. He was too far gone to identify it though.
He growled, giving Oli’s hair a sharp tug as he felt himself near his peak. He pulled out of his mouth just in time to shoot over his brother’s face with a low moan, loving the needy whimper that he made at that. “There, you look like the slut you really are now.”
Tom reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and tapping on the camera app. He held it up so that the screen was filled with Oli’s face, smeared with cum and dripping with his piss. He took a few shots, occasionally gripping Oli’s hair and tugging him back into a better position until he was happy with the pose. They’d make a fine addition to his collection.
Once he was satisfied he put his phone back, sneering down at Oli. “Go clean yourself up, then you can come to bed. And no jerking off.”
“Yes sir.” Oli nodded, looking down as he crawled towards the shower. One day everyone would know what a slut he truly was, but for now Tom was just content to know that he was his.
Pairing: Oli Sykes/Tom Sykes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: watersports
Notes: For
suicideseason, who requested Sykecest. I’ve not done any in years (I’m not even sure what Tom looks like now so...) hope you like!To all the world Tom was considered an angel, certainly compared to Oli. Tom was sweet and innocent, compared with his brother, the rockstar covered in tattoos that spent his nights screaming into a microphone.
The truth, however, was anything but.
Tom growled as he shoved Oli against the wall of their hotel room, his eyes narrowing. “I saw you kissing that guy, kissing that Welsh whore.” He snarled, spitting in his brother’s face.
Oli’s eyes widened and he whimpered, shaking his head. “It’s not what you think...” Tom responded to his words by slapping him around the face, hard.
“You are mine, do you understand? You might look like a little slut but you don’t put out unless I let you.” Tom snarled out the words, looking at him angrily. “I should mark you or put a collar on you, then the world would know that someone owns you. That you’re a little fucking slut.” Oli whimpered, but this close Tom could feel the bulge of his growing erection. He couldn’t hide the truth of what he was, not from his little brother. “Or maybe I should have done something else...” Tom smirked, an idea coming to mind and he stepped back, just enough to allow him to move. “Knees, now.”
Oli dropped to the floor without a protest. It was just easier that way. He looked up at his brother, parting his lips as he put his hands behind his back, waiting. Tom had to make sure he knew his place. He reached down, undoing the zipper of his flies. “I should’ve done this before letting you out of my fucking sight.” He opened his jeans up, pushing his boxers down to free his dick. He wasn’t hard,but then he didn’t have to be, not for what he had in mind. He took his dick in hand, aimed it for Oli and, with a sigh, started to piss.
Oli gasped as the spray hit him square in the face, his eyes quickly lidding. Tom grinned, angling his dick so it soaked his skin. The warm golden fluid landed over his face and hair, soaking it and making it stick to his skin. Tom hummed as he made sure the flow soaked through his clothes as well, making his t-shirt cling to his already sweaty chest. When Oli whimpered again he angled his cock, getting some over his lips. “Open.” Oli whined, but parted his pretty lips as Tom pushed his dick inside, the last of it draining down his throat.
It wasn’t the first time he’d pissed on Oli and no doubt it wouldn’t be the last time either. “Yeah, look at you. You look so good dripping with my piss. Should send you out there looking like this, that way everyone could smell you on me, that they’d know you were a dirty little slut.”
Oli whined around his dick, his soft tongue flicking against his dick. Now that he’d finished he was starting to get hard. Oli knew just the right ways to get him hard and aching quickly. He should, they’d been doing this since they were teens after all. “Mmm that’s it.” Tom purred, reaching down to grasp at Oli’s wet hair as he got fully hard in his mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Oli as he bobbed on his dick, squeezing his lips and licking him in all the right places.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, since you decided to be such a slut.” Tom informed him casually, giving his hair a quick, sharp tug. He felt the vibrations around him as Oli whined in displeasure at his words. “So you’d better get me off with your whore mouth.”
Oli looked up at him, nodding as best he could given his current position and he set to work. He worked even harder, taking him down fully each time, hollowing his cheeks and leaking saliva around him. His tongue caught all the right spots on Tom’s dick, his underside, the soft curve of his head and he knew he wouldn’t last. Oli was humming, the vibrations adding to the sensation and Tom was certain it would be one of his band’s songs. He was too far gone to identify it though.
He growled, giving Oli’s hair a sharp tug as he felt himself near his peak. He pulled out of his mouth just in time to shoot over his brother’s face with a low moan, loving the needy whimper that he made at that. “There, you look like the slut you really are now.”
Tom reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and tapping on the camera app. He held it up so that the screen was filled with Oli’s face, smeared with cum and dripping with his piss. He took a few shots, occasionally gripping Oli’s hair and tugging him back into a better position until he was happy with the pose. They’d make a fine addition to his collection.
Once he was satisfied he put his phone back, sneering down at Oli. “Go clean yourself up, then you can come to bed. And no jerking off.”
“Yes sir.” Oli nodded, looking down as he crawled towards the shower. One day everyone would know what a slut he truly was, but for now Tom was just content to know that he was his.
