Gordon Hanson By George Platt Lynes, 1954

@shirasorin commented: "Tommy being Incredibly suby for John." on this post

(putting a cut on my yelling starting now cause i've realized it's literally the nice thing to do cause i know my thoughts are very ooc and not everyone wants to see that! i can be a decent human i swear it by the old gods and the new!)

It's like an itch, one that won't go away till it's raw and bleeding, the subsequent scab is almost more annoying than the initial itch.

"So sweet when you're like this, not a word comin' from your mouth 'less it's please and thank you. S'how it should be," John murmurs in his ear, chin hooked over Tommy's shoulder to look down at his working hand. Well, one of his working hands, John's got his left hand -the one he's watching- in a loose fist around Tommy's cock, and his right pumping three fingers into his older brother's slicked hole.

Thank God for Vaseline and door locks.

There's probably a better place to do this than Tommy's little twin bed, a nice hotel or even a wagon out in the countryside, somewhere Tommy doesn't have to worry about being too loud, a place where he can drop to his knees whenever John commands, doesn't have to wear a thread of clothing all day, let John tough as he pleases, bend Tommy over as he pleases... For now, though, he has to be grateful that he's getting anything at all from John.

And so here they are: both of them stripped bare, slotted together back to front while they kneel on Tommy's thin mattress, Tommy practically sitting -squirming- in John's lap as his little brother uses his body as he pleases. Exactly where Tommy wants to be, canting his hip back and forth-back and forth, fucking John's calloused hand and fucking himself on John's thick fingers, whimpering every time they manage to brush against his sweet spot, hanging his head low as color rises to his cheeks when John lets out an amused sound against the back of his neck. John is fucking laughing at him, laughing at how easy he is to please, how easily he spread his legs for his little brother.

"That feel nice?" Gravel. Gravel and honey is what John's voice sounds like right now as it hums through Tommy's brain, making him shiver and nod clumsily. "Tell me, brother." John sucks a bruise to the lithe muscle of his older brother's shoulder, a mark for Tommy to press on later.

"Feels nice- feels fucking perfect, John, thank you. Fuck, please fuck me, John, please," Tommy pants out, tongue flitting over his lips, hands grasping at John's forearm but not daring to guide him in any way. There will be bruises littering John's arm by the morning with how tight Tommy is clutching at him, his nails nearly breaking the skin.

"Good boy, Tommy. A very good boy you are. I don't think you've earned that yet, though, might have to ask a little nicer," John tightens his grip on Tommy's cock exactly how his brother likes, slowing his right hand to a languid thrust as he does his best to rub them in firm, torturous circles over Tommy's prostate, making him gasp and buck and cause tears to spring to his eyes. If John knows how to do one thing, it's make his older brother cry through an orgasm.

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512 that's a bit more common a wordcount for me lmao Thank you for the prompt!!!!!!

Stuck in the loop of feeling like my only possible value is sexual, and yet the people I want to find me valuable are familial and not ones supposed to see me sexually. Not like it's stopped some before.

#actual five year olds peaky blinders → 2.03

don't do that

John Shelby | 3.05

yeah i'll be your dog but this is a professional relationship first and foremost. I mean we can have sex too but

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