"I dunno how we're gonna feel about this when we get back home," Robo said, "but let's enjoy it while it lasts, huh? Just like you said."
Mobo laughed. "Yeah, yeah. La dolce vita and all that. The sweet life."
It was tempting to stay in Monaco for another day or two. They could already feel themselves pulling towards each other like magnets, as they thought of messing around in their bed (or in the shower, or on the balcony), but they really needed to get home on the double. They took a plane back to Badville the next morning.
The news was all over the radio and the newspapers, and they laughed about it a little bit on the way home, but it sank into the back of their minds pretty quickly. It was nothing compared to what they'd done, nothing compared to the glances they gave each other and the way, five minutes after they walked in the door, they were already winding together again.
"Well, we're--we're home now," Robo gasped, as Mobo started to pull off his clothes and kiss his shoulder hungrily. "Y-you okay with this?"
"Y-yeah," Mobo replied nervously. "Uh, are you? 's not too much, is it?"
"It's fine, no, it's fine, I'm…oh fuck, Mobo, let's do it again," Robo groaned. He laid back on their couch as Mobo pulled off his shoes and pants. "Like last night."
"Uh-uh," Mobo said, shaking his head. "I ain't gonna dump gold all over the floor again. Cleanin' that up was a nightmare."
Robo rolled his eyes. "We don't need the gold, you know what I'm talking about!" Mobo leaned forward, expectantly, and his brother started to turn bright red. "…Oh, you motherfucker. I see what you're doing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mobo snickered. He ran a hand slowly up the inside of his brother's thigh and Robo let out one hell of an entertaining sound, something between a whimper and a growl. "Now tell me what you want, huh?"
"No."
"C'mon."
"I-I'm not gonna," Robo insisted, though his cock was already stiffening up, leaking a little bit against his hips. Mobo let out a deep, sinister chuckle, and Robo let out a gasp as his hips bucked up. "F-fuck! I hate you!"
"Aw, that's no way to talk to your older brother, is it?" Mobo replied sweetly, giving his thigh a little squeeze. "Y'know, I take such good care of you, Robo. Haven't I always given you whatever you wanted?"
"Nnmmnnhhh."
"Haven't I?" Mobo repeated, running his hand lightly over Robo's cock. His brother bucked and squirmed under him, shoving his hips up greedily. "I even fucked you last night."
"Yeah, that's it!" Robo said. "That's what I--"
"I made you beg," Mobo said, dropping his voice lower as he wrapped his hand tightly around Robo's cock. "I gave it to you better'n anyone else ever did." He reached down with his free hand to tug his cock out of his pants, and Robo's eyes snapped down to it immediately. "Now, aren't I a good brother?"
"Y….yeah, yeah. You're such a good brother," Robo admitted, his voice strained. His cock twitched against Mobo's fingers. "You're such a generous…big brother…f-fuck, Mobo, please…"
"Please?"
"Please…all right, f-fine, please fuck me, okay?" he begged. "I've been thinkin' about it ever since last night. How you…crap, I can't believe I'm saying this…h-how you put me in my place."
Mobo chuckled and leaned down, pressing his cock against him. Robo let out a hiss and arched his back. "You liked it, huh? You like getting put in your place?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wasn't too rough?"
"N-no way."
"Good. Hey, Robo." Mobo put a hand under one of his legs and pushed forward, sinking into him slowly. "Whaddaya think about bein' called a slut?"
Robo sucked in a breath, and he tightened up hard before he relaxed. "Fuck, I-I like that a lot."
"'s true, anyway." Mobo let out a laugh as he pulled back a little, then thrust in deeper. Robo groaned. "Isn't it, Robo? You're such a big slut you'd even give it up for your brother, huh?"
"Well, don't blame me!" he snapped. "It's not my fault you--ohhh, Christ--it's not my fault you've got s-such a big fucking cock--f-fuck--" His words started to unravel as Mobo began to pound into him faster and faster, the couch shaking with every thrust. "Ah! Ah, ah, fuck, that's it, harder!"
Distantly Mobo tried to think of a couple other things to taunt his brother with, but fuck it, he couldn't concentrate enough. He reached over to steady himself on the arm of the couch as he slammed into Robo over and over. It wasn't long before they were gasping and shuddering together as they came, with Robo letting out a whine through his teeth and Mobo huffing out long, low moans again and again.
"Fuck," Mobo breathed as he pulled back. Robo was trembling on the couch, sweaty, his stomach covered in come. "God, I needed that."
"You're…you're telling me," panted his brother. "Christ, I hadn't gotten laid in ages…before last night, anyway."
"Me neither." Mobo grabbed a couple tissues and started to clean them both up. "I'm kinda surprised we didn't do this before, to be honest."
Robo nodded. "Y-yeah. How are you feelin' about it, bro? Anything wrong?"
"Actually…no. That's the funny part," Mobo murmured. "It feels like nothing's wrong at all."
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They spent the rest of the day only half-dressed, sneaking glances at each other, touching each other, chuckling and kissing and taunting each other over and over. "God, I feel like a teenager again," Robo laughed, as Mobo covered his chest with kisses. "I can't get enough."
"Me neither," Mobo admitted. "Hell, I ain't even like this with my girlfriends."
Later that night, they made dinner and put on one of Mobo's millions of films that they hadn't gotten around to watching yet. "Something kinda shitty," Robo suggested. "Like, something you only gotta half pay attention to."
Mobo was leaning back on the couch, against the arm of it, and Robo was kneeling on the other half of the sofa, his head between his brother's legs. "So that's what you were thinking," Mobo groaned, putting a hand on Robo's head and guiding him up and down. "Unnhh…god, you're good at this."
"Mmm."
"You like sucking cock?"
Robo pulled off for a second. "It's okay," he said nonchalantly. "Normally I'm not that into it, but…mmh…your cock's so big, bro, I love it. I could do this all night, if…ow, fuck…if my jaw didn't get tired."
Mobo let out a little chuckle that dipped into a moan. "W-well, take your time," he said. "After all the fuckin' we've been doing, I think you deserve a break."
"Listen, bartender..." Robo gave Mobo's cock a long, slow lick from the base right up to his head. "I'll tell you when I've had enough."
Mobo leaned back, letting out a little sigh as Robo worked on his cock. It was about one in the morning, and everything had kind of a hazy quality to it, like he was halfway to drifting off. Still, the way Robo licked and sucked at him, slowly, tirelessly, gave him shivers.
"Can't believe it," Mobo murmured. "Suckin' me off…unh…th-that's good. That's good…" He began to daydream. "I oughta put on a porno sometime," he murmured, stroking Robo's head. "Come in your mouth while I watch it."
"Mmhhh." Robo nodded.
"You're gonna ruin me for girls, bro." At that, Robo let out a little snicker under his breath. "I mean it," Mobo continued. "I oughta just…a-auhh…fuck you whenever I want…"
Robo moved his head up and down faster, sucking at him eagerly. "You like that, huh?" Mobo grunted, pushing his hips up to meet his mouth. "You like bein' my toy?"
"Mmh--oh fuck yeah," Robo said, pulling off of his cock. "Yeah, I like that a--"
"Shush," Mobo said, pushing him back down. "Toys don't talk."
"Mmff." Robo grabbed his brother's thighs and started to huff out hot breaths through his nose as Mobo pushed into his mouth over and over. He was turning bright red, and Mobo let out a low chuckle as one of Robo's hands disappeared down between his legs.
"Hahh...hah…" Mobo tilted Robo's head up a little so they were looking at each other. "I'm gonna come," he groaned. "You gonna swallow it?" Robo nodded. "All of it?" Another nod. "Good. And--" Mobo said, pushing into his mouth, "--do it without jerkin' off."
Robo pulled off of his cock, panting and staring at him. "What? No fucking way! I can't wait anymore!"
"Well, you're gonna have to," his brother groaned. "I want you real desperate for this next part."
"I-I--" Robo sputtered, and he tore his hand away. "Fuck, Mobo, this had better be worth it!"
He leaned down again. Mobo pushed his head down and thrust his hips up into his mouth, once, twice, and then pushed in as deep as he could, shuddering hard as he started to shoot onto Robo's tongue. Robo swallowed again and again, and each little movement of his muscles made Mobo gasp.
"Mmhh." After a couple more seconds, Robo slid off of his cock. "Ohh, fuck, that was good."
"Jesus Christ, Robo," Mobo panted. "How the fuck did you do that? How many guys have you sucked off?"
"Don't ask. Seriously." He sat up on his knees on the couch, his cock stiff and dripping. "Now, I think a good boy deserves a reward, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sit back, right here. Now, I never done this before, so cut me some slack for a minute..."
Robo sat back against the arm of the couch, and when his brother leaned down and started to lick at him, he let out the loudest gasp Mobo had ever heard in his life. "H-holy fuck," he stammered, his cock jerking up against his mouth. "Ohh god, y-you're…"
Mobo leaned down, sucking his cock into his mouth. He couldn't take it as deep as Robo had, hell no, but Robo didn't seem to mind. "Ohhh, fuck, thank you," he moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, big bro, please suck me. Please suck my cock..."
There were a million things Mobo could say to make him whine and whimper and beg, but he didn't. Instead he just put his hands on Robo's thighs and moved his head up and down slowly, getting used to the feeling of sucking him off. Robo let out a litany of moans as he raised his hips higher and higher. "Please, I'm gonna come," he gasped. "Uhh, god, I-I'm gonna come, big bro--"
Mobo pulled back to the head of his cock and started to suck at it hard as he pumped him in his thick fist. Robo let out a sharp cry as he started to shoot, spurting onto his tongue again and again. "Ahhh fuck, thank you!" he howled. "Fuck, big bro, I'm--I'm coming--"
He collapsed onto the couch, moaning and arching his back again and again until he was finished. Mobo pulled off of him and reached for some tissues, spitting it out and wiping his mouth clean.
"Fuck, bro," Robo moaned. He blinked behind his glasses, in a daze. "God, I love you. I love you so much…fuck, I'm sorry, was that weird?"
"Hah, it's fine," Mobo laughed. "See, I knew it'd be worth it." There was a glass of water on the coffee table, and he took a quick drink before he started cleaning Robo up. "Y'know, that was pretty fun."
Robo rolled his hips up as Mobo cleaned off his thighs, and his brother gave him a little kiss on his cock that made him shiver. "Fuck," he breathed. "Yeah, I loved it. Especially the thing about watching porn. You think you could fuck me while you do it?"
Mobo let out a low chuckle. "I can do whatever I want," he said. "After all, you're my toy, right?"
Another strong shudder made its way through Robo's body. "Yeah," he panted. "Yeah, that's right. I'm my big brother's toy."
"Mm-hmm." Mobo crawled up and gave him another kiss, a long kiss. "And by the way," he added, "I love you too."