Gréchin lazed on his bed, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other casually adjusted the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes couldn't help but drift to Fiksay, his step-brother, who was sprawled on his own bed, engrossed in a worn-out paperback. The way Fiksay's dark hair fell over his forehead, the way his lips moved as he read, the way his fingers traced the lines of text - it all sent a jolt of electricity straight to Gréchin's groin.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "Hey, Fiksay, you look really hot when you read."
Fiksay didn't even glance up from his book. "Shut up, Gréchin. You're such a horny bastard."
Undeterred, Gréchin continued. "No, really. Your eyes are so intense, like you're about to devour the page. It's really sexy."
Fiksay finally looked up, his gaze sharp and annoyed. "Stop it, Gréchin. You're making me uncomfortable."
Gréchin grinned, feeling a thrill of excitement. He loved it when Fiksay got feisty. "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to compliment you. You have gorgeous eyes, you know."
Fiksay rolled his eyes, but Gréchin noticed the slight flush on his cheeks. "You're such a pervy asshole," Fiksay muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Gréchin took this as a playful challenge. He tossed his phone aside and lunged at Fiksay, tackling him onto the bed. Fiksay struggled against him, but Gréchin was bigger and stronger. He pinned Fiksay down, feeling the younger boy's heart pounding against his chest.
"Knock it off, Gréchin," Fiksay gasped, trying to wriggle free. "You're a creep."
Gréchin chuckled, feeling his arousal grow. He ground his hips against Fiksay, feeling the younger boy's body respond. "You're such a tease," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Fiksay's eyes widened, but there was a flicker of fear and excitement in them. He bit Gréchin's lip, hard, drawing blood. Gréchin moaned in pleasure, his hips grinding harder.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered in Fiksay's ear. "You're such a feisty little thing."
Fiksay's struggles grew weaker, and Gréchin took this as a sign of submission. He started to undress Fiksay, his fingers trembling with anticipation. Fiksay allowed it, but only up to his underwear. Gréchin grinned, feeling triumphant. He started to undress himself, revealing his hard erection.
Fiksay's eyes widened, but there was a hint of curiosity in them. Gréchin took this as a good sign and leaned in, kissing Fiksay forcefully.
"I know you want it," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
Fiksay hesitated, but then he kissed Gréchin back, his lips soft and pliant. Gréchin felt a surge of triumph and desire. He started to explore Fiksay's body, his hands roaming over the younger boy's smooth skin.
Fiksay was hesitant at first, but then he started to respond, his body moving in time with Gréchin's. Gréchin knew he had won. He had claimed Fiksay as his own, and there was no going back.
End of Chapter One.
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