Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
A mixture of saliva and pre-cum leaked from the corners of Hiro's mouth, trailing down his chin in glistening rivulets that caught the light like tears.
Red script cascaded down from Kenji's mouth, and the words hovered above Hiro's upturned face. "Open your mouth. Show me you belong to me."
And there, written along the curve of Hiro's hollowed cheek, his answer. "I've always belonged to you, Kenji. Since the day we were born."
I had to stifle a whimper as I stared at the image, my mind tripping over itself.
I wasn’t turned on because of the brother-angle. What hit me—hard—was the taboo of it, the sheer audacity of two violently beautiful men drawn in a moment they would never allow to happen.
Two predators stripped down to forbidden hunger.
Two kings unmasked.
It was the danger of them.
The power.
The intimacy.
The contrast between how terrifying they were in real life. . .and how undone Mami had imagined them.
All saturated in the forbidden desires.
Beside me, Hiro exhaled sharply and shook his head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Mami is crazy. Absolutely out of her mind.”
“Yeah. . .” I murmured, still staring. “This is. . . insane.”
And it was.
But I couldn’t stop looking at the taboo art.
My brain whispered, you shouldn’t be staring at this…
My body whispered back, still. . .this is hot.
I swallowed hard and flipped again.
Kenji bent over a desk, his powerful body reduced to trembling submission.
Hiro loomed behind him, one hand pressed flat against the sweat-slicked hollow of Kenji's back, forcing him down until his cheek met cold wood.
Hiro's other hand gripped Kenji's hip with such savage possession that tomorrow's bruises were already blooming beneath his fingers.
Their bodies joined in brutal intimacy—Hiro's cock buried so deep inside his brother that each pulse between them must have echoed in both their veins.
Kenji's fingers clawed desperate furrows into the desk's edge, splinters embedding under his nails. His mouth stretched in a silent scream that seemed to pull the oxygen from the room.
Between Kenji’s thighs, his cock hung heavy and abandoned—engorged, aching, dripping a steady stream of pearlescent cum onto the floor beneath them like tears.
Words were scratched near Kenji's open mouth, desperate and raw in scarlet ink. "Harder! Make me forget I'm the Dragon."
Behind him, words were curled along Hiro's jaw. "With me, you're not the Dragon. You're just mine."
I went to the next page.
They were both in a sixty-nine position, bodies locked in perfect symmetry.
Kenji's powerful thighs straddled Hiro's face, muscles quivering with each breath Hiro exhaled against his most sensitive flesh.
Kenji's tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside of Hiro's cock. Hiro's fingers digging crescents into the firm globes of Kenji's muscular ass, spreading him wide.
Red ink spiraled between their tangled bodies—Kenji's words written upside down near Hiro's thighs. "I want to taste you, brother, while you taste me. I want us to drown together."
And Hiro's response, right-side up, breathing against Kenji's skin. "We've shared everything else. Why not this?"
Flip.
Side by side. Stroking each other. Watching each other. Their free hands intertwined between them like lovers. Cum splattered across both their stomachs—fresh, glistening, mixing together in pearlescent streaks that Mami had rendered with devastating precision.
Their intertwined fingers were framed by words in matching red.
From Kenji, written near his closed eyes. "No one else will ever understand us."
From Hiro, scrawled beside their joined hands. "No one else was ever meant to."
Flip.
Kenji riding Hiro. His thighs flexed as he lifted himself up and slammed back down. Hiro's hands wrapped around Kenji's cock, stroking in time with the brutal rhythm. Both of them drenched in sweat. Both of them wrecked. Both of them looking at each other like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Hiro's command was written in bold red strokes near his intense gaze. "Look at me, brother. Don't close your eyes. I want to see you fall apart."
And Kenji's surrender, inked along his arched throat. "Only for you. Only ever for you."
Flip.
Hiro pressed against a wall. Kenji's hand around his throat. Their cocks grinding together while Kenji's other hand worked between them—fast, rough, punishing.
Hiro's cum painted across Kenji's stomach in thick ropes while Kenji's release followed seconds later, adding to the mess.
The words clawed up from Hiro's throat where Kenji's hand gripped. "Choke me. Remind me I'm alive."
And Kenji's response burned red near his snarling lips. "You're more than alive. You're everything."
Flip.
Both of them collapsed on a bed.
Tangled together.
Covered in each other.
Kenji's head on Hiro's chest.
Hiro's fingers trailing lazily through the cum cooling on Kenji's abs.
Post-orgasmic.
Peaceful.
Intimate in a way that made my heart ache almost as much as my body throbbed.
The softest words.
The quietest confession.
Written in faded red near Kenji's sleeping face, pressed against Hiro's chest. "Stay. Don't leave me tonight."
And Hiro's answer, inscribed along the arm wrapped protectively around his brother. "I'll never leave you. Not in this life. Not in the next."