Even with just one hand inside, the small briefs felt completely full. D’Élysée focused on the sensations at his fingertips. He gently soothed the frightened member between his thick fingers; it was as soft and warm as freshly made jelly.

D’Élysée pulled Egru deeper into his embrace. His own sun-kissed, solid chest pressed against his brother’s pale one.

“Hic…“

The feeling of his nipples being crushed against the hard muscle made Egru squeeze his eyes shut. Their hearts, now pressed together, hammered in a frantic rhythm.

“So you were never circumcised, hyung,” D’Élysée whispered with a low chuckle. At the same time, the tip of his thumb pushed its way into the tightly closed foreskin. He didn’t even know his own secondary gender until he was an adult. He must have never had the chance.

“Ah, ah…!”

As he gently rubbed the glans, which had rarely ever been exposed, Egru reacted with a helpless whimper. The tender sheath clung tightly to his thick finger, refusing to let go. A wet, sticky sound followed, a noise so faint it would have been inaudible if the room weren’t so quiet.

“Nngh, unh…”

Egru pressed his thighs together, squeezing D’Élysée’s hand. D’Élysée buried his nose in the crown of Egru’s head, inhaling the scent of his fine hair as he fought for patience, refusing to give in to the body that was wordlessly begging for more stimulation.

Don’t rush.

He had to be meticulous. D’Élysée repeated the mantra to himself. Tonight must not become a nightmare.

A first experience was a matter of utmost importance. It was the deciding factor, the one that determined the possibility of a second and a third.

Sex is pleasurable. And the fact that relations with his one and only brother are uniquely so…

He had to engrave that truth onto his brother’s mind and body. With that thought, D’Élysée looked down at Egru, his eyes molten with a barely suppressed lust.

“Ngh!“

He gently wrapped his hand around Egru’s member. He slowly tightened his rough, calloused grip—the same one he used to wield a sword—and applied pressure. Strength gradually filled the smooth, veinless shaft. As he began to slowly stroke, the pearl-like glans swelled.

“Ngh, nngh…”

Egru fidgeted, not knowing where to look. Beads of moisture were already forming, a sure sign that he was enjoying it.

“Ooh, ah, ngh…!”

But just before he reached his peak, D’Élysée gently removed his hand. He wanted to lift the damp fabric to his nose and inhale the scent, but he refrained, knowing his brother was watching. Flushed and panting, Egru froze, looking around as if something had gone wrong, his disappointment at the aborted stimulation obvious.

“Wh-Why did you stop?”

“Now it’s your turn.” D’Élysée’s voice was gentle as he encouraged him. “I’m sure you can do it better than me.”

He had to make him participate. He had to leave him with the memory that they had enjoyed this together. “I’ll lend you my hand. You can rub against it until you feel good.”

D’Élysée’s goal was simple. Throughout the night, he would feed his brother one active memory after another.

Gently, coax him…

If he could create the illusion that every act was his brother’s own decision, then next time, he would move first, and with pleasure. D’Élysée brought his hand back to the slick briefs. The erect member, visible through the transparently wet cloth, twitched in response.

“Nnnh…”

Egru, placing his full trust in his dependable brother, complied. He hesitantly pushed his flat stomach forward. The moment the sticky fabric met the hot palm, “Ah…” the member gave a small jump, as if welcoming the returning stimulation. When D’Élysée scraped his fingertips against its base, it convulsed. Though still immature, it was already proving to be a highly sensitive erogenous zone.

“Ngh, uh, hnn, ngh…!”

Egru began to thrust his hips back and forth. Awkwardly, but earnestly, he surrendered his body to instinct.

“Hah, ah…!”

Even with his clumsy movements, it was enough to build a new wave of stimulation. It was an incredible pleasure, the likes of which he had never experienced in his life.

“You’re doing so well for your first time, hyung,” the deep voice whispered, sending a shiver through the tips of his pointed ears. “You really are the best. I think you’re much better at this than I am.”

Praise from his brother, coupled with the acknowledgment he craved most.

“Ah! Ah!”

“Keep going, hyung. It feels good for me, too.”

Once he’d built up speed, he couldn’t stop. Lost to the world, Egru rubbed his small, sausage-like thing against D’Élysée’s palm. He panted, his breath coming in short gasps, and at one point, he threw his arms around D’Élysée’s sturdy forearm, clinging to it.

“Hnngk, hic…!”

The rough, calloused texture of the palm perfectly stimulated the area just beneath the glans. As his desire galloped forward, his amber eyes rolled back. The stained fabric revealed a pleasure he could not conceal. D’Élysée watched, missing not a single moment.

“Ah, aht, ooh, hn…”

Just as his brother’s climax approached, he pulled his hand away again. He grabbed the small, plump buttocks—barely a handful—and yanked him forward, replacing the calloused palm with his own scorching groin. D’Élysée’s own underwear was already hot and soaked. His overwhelming erection pressed against the now extremely sensitive member. Egru swallowed a moan and looked up at him.

“This feels so good, hyung. Keep going.”

At D’Élysée’s words, Egru began to rub their centers together as if he’d been waiting for permission. He moved his hips with small, desperate grinds, like a mouse drunk on physiological pleasure.

“Nng, nngh…!”

“Do you like it too, hyung?” D’Élysée asked, licking his brother’s eyelid.

Egru whimpered, nodding his head again and again.

What am I to do with someone so weak to pleasure?

It was as if his brother, who had been so innocent his entire life, had awakened to a new world. He was now like an animal, no longer thinking, only acting on pure instinct. For D’Élysée, it was a welcome development.

“S-So, so strange. I have to, have to pee…”

“That’s normal. You’re doing great.”

His brother could no longer form a complete sentence. It was a pathetic sight, yet D’Élysée felt it was still not nearly enough. A simmering sadism crawled up his throat. If he had his way, he would torment him until he was sobbing and pissing himself. The sight of his brother’s face, flushed and steaming, made his own erection swell even larger, threatening to tear through the taut fabric of his underwear.

Impulsively, D’Élysée grabbed the back of Egru’s head, burying his small face in his own heaving chest. “Lick here, too.”

“Nnnh…” The voice was muffled, slightly smaller. A tiny tongue flickered out, and with every lap, D’Élysée let out a suppressed breath. Damn it. His cock throbbed, screaming at him to just shove it inside.

“Mmm…”

D’Élysée gripped Egru’s face with both hands and showered him with kisses. Schlick, slurp, mwah… Every tender, yielding texture excited him. It was a debased ecstasy, accompanied by the sense of depravity that came with pouring black ink onto pristine white paper.[^1]

Until D’Élysée finally pulled their sticky, tangled tongues apart, Egru had not stopped moving his hips. But once again, he was denied his release. D’Élysée had grabbed the base of his shaft, preventing him from coming first.

“Ah, ahh, D’Élysée…!”

For the first time, Egru looked at him with a resentful glare. It was the exact reaction D’Élysée had been waiting for. His large hand slid down to the deliciously wet cleft of his buttocks. But the moment his blunt fingertips brushed against his rear, Egru recoiled with a shudder, as if some instinct had screamed at him that this was wrong.

“Ah…”

He was a recessive, but it seemed his Omega instincts had still sensed the danger.

“S-Sorry. I-I can’t… not there…”

“Did you know, hyung?” D’Élysée’s smile was strangely relaxed. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. Do you know the saying ‘soft on the outside, but strong on the inside’? That’s you. That’s exactly who you are.”

“M-Me?” The cream-colored pointed ears perked up. The tips immediately flushed red; he clearly liked what he was hearing.

“It’s true. I don’t lie. You know that, hyung.” D’Élysée gave him no room for doubt. Egru’s amber eyes darted around.

“Hearing you say it, D’Élysée, I guess I kind of feel like I am…”

“Of course you are.”

With a low whisper, D’Élysée gripped his brother’s waist and smiled. He expertly turned him around, settling him on top of his own hips. Egru was now straddling him, as if seated on a saddle. He swallowed hard. He could feel the threatening thickness of muscle beneath him, like he was mounted on a sturdy warhorse.

“I have a question. I’m about to enter you, and…” D’Élysée said, his tone casual, even as he fought to maintain his composure. He was making a Herculean effort not to release his Alpha pheromones. If he went into rut now, all his hard work would be for nothing. “For a strong man like you, hyung, this should be a piece of cake, right?”

“Huh? Y-Yeah, of course!” Egru agreed, a dazed look on his face. Any lingering sense of dread was washed away by the ensuing praise.

“That’s amazing, hyung. Not even the strongest warriors could do that. I can’t tell you how reassuring it is to have someone so incredible as my older brother.”

Egru felt like a balloon, floating higher and higher. His chest swelled with a feeling of pride. D-D’Élysée is a Sword Master, and a Holy Knight Commander… He was something unbelievably amazing. And for him to call Egru—who had only ever been a simple laborer—incredible, it filled him with a joy so immense he didn’t know what to do with himself. A confidence that he could do anything surged within him.

“Don’t tell me.” D’Élysée delivered the final blow as he peeled down Egru’s underwear. “Are you going to put it in yourself?”

“Mhm…!” The thought hadn’t even occurred to him, but Egru agreed in a daze.

“How wild,” D’Élysée purred, his voice tender. “Take mine off, too, hyung.”

Egru nodded. With a slightly trembling hand, he slid D’Élysée’s underwear down.

Thump. A thick, massive thing sprang free. It was an overwhelming size, completely incomparable to his own. The head, thoroughly soaked in pre-cum, was so hot it looked like it was steaming. Dark red veins pulsed along the shaft, and the sight made Egru tremble.

It’s… It’s okay…

I’m a cool older brother. A freshly-instilled sense of pride could make many things possible.

Egru took his brother’s penis in his hand and pressed it firmly against his entrance.