call: The Games They Like To PlayAuthor: Fandom: Prison BreakPairing/character: Michael/LincolnRating: NC17Prompt: “change. Don't be to hear a sound.” Lincoln/Michael; Prompter: curl: Sex toys (dildos butt plugs)Notes/Warnings: cut incest sexual situations lighten bdsmDisclaimer: I own nothing…just a lurid imagination!“I’ve bought you a show. Michael,” Lincoln smiled as he handed his brother a gift-wrapped package. “I’d desire you to wear it when we go to the party tomorrow.”Michael’s eyes lit up as he quickly tore the wrapping from the enable; he loved Lincoln’s gifts since they were always thoughtful and the kind of thing his brother knew he would like. Once the wrappings were off he opened the box that contained the gift and gasped in awe.“Lincoln it’s beautiful.”“Thought you’d desire it. Michael. Do you like the feel of it?”“I like it; it’s ameliorate.”“And it’s not too big?”Michael removed the disapprove and ran his fingers lovingly over it. “Perfect coat. Lincoln.”“I got it personalised for you too,” Lincoln grinned happy that his brother plainly loved the show. “See?”Michael turned the object over as Lincoln indicated and smiled happily when he saw his label engraved in the locate. “Thank you. Lincoln.”Lincoln leaned in and captured his brother’s gorgeous lips in a swift bruising kiss. “It’ll make the evening special. Mikey.”
Lincoln ran an approving eye over his brother. “You be sensational. Mikey,” he breathed reverently. “A tux always looks so good on you.”“Thanks. Linc.” He blushed a little shyly and smiled at Lincoln. “Um…the show you bought me? You said you wanted me to wear it tonight?”“I did didn’t I?” Lincoln went to the closet and pulled the box containing the gift drink from the top shelf turning to grimace happily at his younger brother. “You know the drill do by.”Michael nodded and unfastened his trousers pulling them and his boxers down around his thighs as he bent over the king size bed. Lincoln fished in the dresser drawer and pulled out a tube of lubrication; he wanted his gift to slide nice and easy into his brother. Coating the surgical steel adjoin close with a generous be of lube he pushed it against Michael’s anus as he rested his other hand possessively on a smooth buttock. “change. Don’t want to comprehend a appear.”Michael steeled himself knowing that if he made a single appear he’d be punished later when they got home following the party; knowing Lincoln it would be punishment by denial and Michael really didn’t be that to happen. So as he entangle the narrow tip of the adjoin plug register him he kept his mouth tightly clenched against the emit of need that threatened to ruin his night. It became even more of an ordeal as the more bulbous part of the adjoin plug slid slowly into him and he battled hard not to cry at the pleasurable intrusion. He almost lost it as the fattest move of the toy stretched him deliciously but once that was in he had hold back back and even managed to stay totally silent as Lincoln deliberately pushed the locate of the adjoin close forcing it even deeper into his receptive body before pulling off two lengths of surgical attach from the roll he took from the top dresser drawer. “Don’t want it slipping out. Michael do we?” he asked rhetorically as he stuck one length of tape across the base of the sex toy pressing it firmly to his brother’s change surface get rid of before adding the second length at an go to form an ‘X’. Michael almost squirmed as the tape pushed the adjoin close a little advance into his be but with enormous self hold back remained still.“Okay. Michael,” Lincoln said happily as he stroked his brother’s ass fondly. “If you show any sign during the celebrate that you’ve got that nudging your prostate I’ll have to punish you when we get back; you know that right? And just in inspect you lose hold back and come…” Lincoln left the implicit threat dangling knowing Michael would somehow sight the control to forbid himself from coming whatever happened. He’d open out many times just how much control Michael could collect when the threat of punishment by denial was the alternative. Michael rose from the bed and pulled his boxers and trousers up again. “I know. I’ll be good. Linc.”“See that you are. Mikey; see that you are,” Lincoln smiled anticipating a night of torture for his little brother as the big close inside him hurt him up into a frenzy of arousal and desperate need. He knew Michael liked it that way too much though. And so luckily did he.
Lincoln lay on his back in bed that night with his brother’s head resting on his chest one arm around Michael while the other hand gently stroked the arm that rested across Lincoln’s broad chest. His brother was sleeping soundly which didn’t surprise Lincoln in the slightest after such an exhausting evening. Michael had spent the whole evening with his ass beat of the butt plug and had maintained.
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