Untitled ficlet
Since I don't care about people thinking I'm kinky [most already know this about me] here is the ficlet I wrote someone for the KKM kink meme:
Untitled ficlet Rating: NC-17 Prompt: Conrad/Gwendal, incest & trichophilia Summary: a scene in Gwendal's office. No spoilers.
“Oh, pardon me, Gwendal,” Conrad said as he opened the door to Gwendal’s office. His brother turned slightly to face him, his hair undone, brush in hand as he stood in front of the mirror.
“It’s no problem,” Gwendal said as he turned back around, brushing long locks. “Did you need to discuss something?”
Conrad approached his brother, standing off to the side behind him, watching the movements of the brush with interest. “Nothing too important,” he answered. But after a moment or two of silence he broke it. “You’re brushing your hair,” he observed.
Gwendal’s frown deepened as he spoke. “One of Anissina’s inventions – Brilliant Glow Shampoo-kun- it got my hair all tangled.” He tried to get out a stubborn tangle with the brush, wincing as his hair was pulled.
To his surprise, Gwendal found the brush pulled from his hand as Conrad began to work on the knot. He eyed his younger brother’s reflection in the mirror, noting his faint smile.
“Remember when we were young, Gwendal?” Conrad asked as he worked. “You used to let me brush your hair all the time.” He chuckled as he continued. “Sometimes, I’d braid it, and you’d pretend to get so angry with me.”
Gwendal frowned. “I was angry with you.”
“I see,” Conrad said, his good mood at being allowed to do what he’d denied himself for so long not dampened.
“I just didn’t get why you’d always want to play with my hair. Mother would have let you brush hers.”
“I know,” Conrad answered, “But I like yours better. It’s like dark silk running through my hands.” His voice was roughened with an emotion that Gwendal couldn’t quite place. “You should leave it down more often, Gwendal. It’s a shame to bind it up all the time.”
Gwendal could feel the warmth emanating from Conrad as he edged closer. “It gets in my way when I leave it down,” his voice steady despite his discomfort at his brother’s body now brushing up against his. He eyed Conrad’s reflection, watching the man lift several locks to rub against his faintly blushing face. “Conrad?” he asked, unnerved by his brother’s strange behavior.
A hand on Gwendal’s shoulder made him turn partly around. “You always seem so lonely, Gwendal. There’s no need for that with me here.”
“What are you-?” Gwendal began to ask, his question cut off by the press of Conrad’s lips against his own. A hand threaded through long locks, massaging his scalp slightly.
“So lovely,” Conrad pulled away long enough to say before diving back for his brother’s lips.
Gwendal was as shocked by Conrad’s behavior as he was by his own willingness to allow it. Was he really that lonely that he’d resort to this kind of comfort from a relative? Or was this something that he’d wanted to allow for some time?
“I know you won’t believe me,” Conrad said after kissing the other man breathless, “but everything about you is beautiful, especially this,” he remarked, raising dark locks to his lips to kiss. “This isn’t the only place you have such rich locks though.”
Gwendal’s eyes widened as he watched Conrad drop to his knees, his hands moving to unfasten his brother’s belt. The dark-haired demon was conflicted. He didn’t want to allow such a thing, but more than once he’d had a guilty fantasy about just this. He gasped at the sensation of a hand surrounding his length, stroking.
Conrad glanced up at him before directing his attention back to his brother’s growing erection. He raised his other hand to toy with curling dark locks. “The hair here is even softer,” he said as Gwendal groaned, “as is the skin.” He planted a kiss on the crown of Gwendal’s erection before sheathing it with his mouth.
Gwendal felt his knees attempt to buckle as he propped himself up against the wall behind him. He groaned at the sensation of being inside moist warmth and another hand stroking through his dark curls. He planted a squeezing hand on Conrad’s shoulder. In response, the other man stepped up his efforts, earning a harsh cry from the usually reserved Gwendal. Shifting restlessly where he stood, Gwendal wondered absently how his brother had become so talented at this act, feeling a brief pang of jealousy toward the person who’d been on the receiving end until that was washed away by growing pleasure.
It wasn’t long before Gwendal’s body began to tremble with his approaching orgasm. Arching against the wall, he clung to Conrad’s shoulders, blunt fingernails digging into fabric as he spilled warmly into his brother’s waiting throat. He groaned at the sensation of Conrad swallowing around him. Spent, Gwendal slumped against the wall, panting. He absently noted how a smirking Conrad wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Maybe I should let you brush my hair more often if this is the result I’ll get,” Gwendal remarked. Conrad laughed in response, sliding up his brother’s body to steal a kiss.