jasonsboys

[jasonsboys]

for @wickedlydirtymen: "your face would look better between my legs"

Peter didn't come to the frat house often, mostly because that was Jason's terf and Peter was definitely not a member. Even if his brother had been trying to get him to come to some of the parties but given that Peter was squarely on the 'nerd' side of the social clicks, it never seemed like a great idea. But here he was today, mostly to pick up a few things for Jason. Since he'd moved in with Alistair this semester it meant he didn't need as much stuff at the frat and he'd bugged Peter to go collecting instead. He really shouldn't let Jason talk him into stuff so easily.

But here he was in Jason's room, putting a few things away when Nick had shown up. He knew Nick better than most of the frat guys, given he was pretty much Jason's best friend. He was nice enough to Peter, friendly even and giving him the occiasional nickname but he'd always assumed that the guy didn't think about him much. He'd been half chatting to Nick as he'd packed things away, making some half lame excuse why he wasn't at the latest party. Probably mid ramble, as he was prone to do when he heard the words -

Or at least he thought he heard it, maybe the loudness from the guys on the ground floor had made him mishear. But either way it causes him to drop the things he'd been carrying and nearly strip over himself as he looked back with a deer in the headlights expression. "So-Sorry, uh, what?"

[jasonsboys]

Alistair couldn't deny there was something very hot about all of this, maybe it was the taboo of doing this with his little brother. Maybe it was being stripped naked in his own home, pushed onto his bed while the other guy was completely clothed still. Maybe it was a bit of both, but either way it was clear by his cock and the haze in his eyes that he was enjoying this. Watching as Jason loomed over him, staring down at his older brother with that mixed look of hunger, control, need and devotion that looked so breathtaking.

"You want me so bad you can't even think about using anything in that draw" He teased as he dragged his lips away from the kiss, grinning against his lips - even now being a bit of a brat and a tease to Jason. Because deep down he felt like his brother liked it, the rush and the challenge of it all. Though a groan passed his lips moments later as he felt that finger sink between his cheeks, toying with his hole and causing his head to tilt back. "Fuck, Jay..." He murmured with lidded eyes as he finally looked back as he felt his long legs being forced over those strong shoulders of his little brother.

"Mmm, come on baby brother. Tell me what you're going to do to me, with me...you've been thinking about this so long" He purred out, wrapping his legs a little tighter around his shoulders. As if testing th boundaries of control even now.

There was this desire and need to take control of the man. Something was usually very confident in, but there was this pressure to be the best. Jason wanted to prove to the man he was capable of being this way. He was. He had been in this mindset many times with countless others, but it felt like a surge of desire he’d never felt. After a deep breath he found that a mixture was his chosen poison tonight. It seemed to have such an effect on the older man. God, he just wanted to worship and claim all at once. 

No other boy had ever gotten the title of masterpiece before. Sure, they were all hot in varying ways, but none of them could compete with Alistair. Not a one. That wicked grin stayed on his lips as he licked them after that breathy gasp. It wasn’t long after the last strike to his cheeks that the man moved into his demanded position. Of course, his older brother had to be cheeky about it. A small chuckle escaped him as he was pulled onto the man by his belt buckle. 

Before he could speak a word or make a sound, his lips were caught into a kiss. His hands gripping onto the other’s body as he fell into the kiss. The feeling of that leg trapping him in his spot had him groaning into the deep kiss. One of his hands slid down the nude one’s form. Touching and feeling every inch as he blushed into the kiss. Just as it ended, he gasped softly as he smiled as their eyes opened and met once more. “Gladly.”

Pushing himself up, he tossed the other’s leg away as he just loomed over him a bit. IT was a sight that any man would be lucky enough to ever see. That beautiful tall drink of water laid exposed for him as kept the man’s legs spread. He leaned down over him a bit as his hand slid further down the other. His fingers teasingly brushed against his hard cock as they made it past his heavy sack. His eyes stayed locked on the other’s as his fingers slid into the other’s crack, opening his cheeks. “You look so fucking hot like this…” He breathed out as his middle finger slowly touched his brother’s hole. Teasing it as his own cock ached in those jeans. "Bet you'll feel so fucking good around me..."

He leaned in to kiss the other's chest for a moment before winking up at him. The younger brother moved down his body until he lifted the other's a legs a bit over his broad shoulders.

[jasonsboys]

Alistair kind of loved seeing his dear brother clearly battle between his hunger to dominate and control and his desire to adore and show worship to his big brother. It led to this delicious contrast of being treated like something to be owned and used and something to cherish and adore. It hit that perfect sweet spot, as he felt his younger brother circling him like prey. Feeling him behind him, shivering a little at those hands against his skin and the feel of that clothing against his bare skin. Humming lowly as he was called his masterpiece - something he doubted Jason called most boys.

A breathy little gasp at the feel of that hand stroking his cock, along with the contrasting sting of that hand groping and then smacking his ass as he commanded with that cocky grin of his, acting like he owned the place and everyone in it. So Alistair did as he was told, he got on his back and onto the bed - but in a very him kind of way. Which meant turning around and gripping Jason's belt buckle so when he fell back, his little brother came with him.

"Whoops" He said with a coy grin and mischief in his eyes, silencing his brother's verbal reaction by catching his lips in a kiss, hungry and deep as his fingers found the boy's beautiful curls and one leg slowly slid up and wrapped around Jason's waist. Submitting did not mean giving in clearly, at least not yet it did. Dragging his lips away, breath tickling his lips and gazing into his eyes. "Mm, I'm right here Jay - go on, come and get me."

There was this weird battle in his body when it came to how he spoke. A part of him wanted to praise the man, but he also wanted to knock him down a bit. Almost like a twisted game of lust fighting out as he had him standing there so perfectly. Fabric, buttons and clothes all over the ground around his brother. His eyes took in the sight before him. A beautiful, sinful sight that had his own cock aching in those jeans. This may be Alistair’s home, but for the moment, for that night, he belonged to Jason.

His fingers danced over the other’s exposed skin. He had never seen the man look as breathtaking as he had in that moment. The shorter male moved behind him. His hands got a bit more hungry as they groped him. All the while he stayed perfectly clothed. As one hand slid down the other’s front, he grasped that impressive length before him. “What am I going to do to you, my sinful masterpiece?” His words were low and filled with desire as he stroked his brother for a mere moment before releasing him. 

“I’m going to ruin you tonight..” He growled low as he pressed a kiss to his brother’s bare skin before groping onto the man’s fine ass. “Now, get on that fuckin’ bed.” He commanded as lashed a hand across his bare ass. With a wicked grin, he shoved him a bit towards it. "I want you on that fucking bed, on your back. I want to see your face as I claim you."

[jasonsboys]

The praise and encouragement seemed to work, as Alistair's moans got a little louder and breathy, even moaning Jason's name like a prayer as his eyes closed and he rolled his hips into his younger brother's compact body and hard cock. The grip on his hair, being called a good boy as he kissed his neck and was almost moving to his brother's chest when suddenly he was being forced to his feet. The praise and sweet words replaced with being called 'bitch boy' which was both a jarring shift and most definitely made his dick twitch.

Before he knew it his clothes were being forced off, literally. An expensive shirt ripped open, buttons went flying like it didn't even matter if his stuff was ruined - as long as Jason got his way. His tall, fit body revealed along with his impressive, flushed cock and that round ass that had looked great in his tight trousers and looked even better exposed. It was an obvious shift in power, Alistair completely stripped of any clothing while Jason remained fully clothed. Almost as if despite this being his place, Jason was the one in charge and his domain. Sliding his tongue across his bottom lip as he was called a masterpiece, loving the mix of praise and taunts.

"I know I am, so what are you going to do about it baby brother? You think you can lay claim to this masterpiece, this work of art?" He murmured, still pushing Jason's buttons even now.

After all of these confessions, he felt like he was free finally. Almost like his brother had him clear it all to begin this journey with one another. Jason’s body was on fire as he listened to those moans finally become louder, more free. His brother was falling into his place beneath the younger one’s grasps as he felt like he’d finally won. Their eyes met for a moment, and he could see the hunger, the desire they both tried to play off. He knew his older brother would give him anything he wanted, and now? Well, that included himself to him tonight.

“That’s it, give in, baby..” His harsh tone was hushed as he encouraged the other to fully let go. That was when he realized he’d let so many nasty dreams come free that he was overwhelmed by choices.  Moans of his own sang through as his cock was massaged through his pants. Then he closed his eyes for a moment to just enjoy Alistair’s lips against his skin. His cock was throbbing in the other’s grasp as he was becoming over stimulated by it all. “Fuck, Alistair, such a good boy..” He puffed out as his fingers tightened in his hair. In that moment, he made a decision. Removing his brother’s hand from his crotch, he stood pulling the man to his feet before releasing his hair. 

Jason forced his loving older brother to his feet. “Oh, I think you know which one I want, bitch boy.” As they both were moved to their feet, he trembled for a moment as he looked up at him. All those breathy noises had him like a man in heat. The jock then got rough a bit. His hands clawing and ripping at the man’s shirt. “You’ll be stripped and used tonight.” He groaned as he heard buttons falling to the ground. Pieces of his shirt drifting down slowly as he moved to the taller, older man’s trousers forcing them undone and down.  "Oh look at you, a fucking master piece.." His hands began to roam his newly stripped brother as he purred excitedly.

[jasonsboys]

That confession was everything he wanted to hear and now that he had it, well - who was he to deny what Jason? What they both wanted clearly. A loud, far less controlled moan escape the older man's lips as he felt that hand move from his neck to his hair. A shaken breath and somewhat dazed yet hungry look in his eyes as he let his little brother finally have control and submit to him. He'd give Jason clearly what he'd wanted forever - he'd give his brother the world, he'd give his brother him as the prize he so clearly wanted. Tonight, he'd belong to Jason.

"Fuck, Jason" He'd groan against those lips, eyes fluttering a little and flicking his tongue across his lips. "Which do you want more, hm? Do you want to fuck your brother's throat right here and now on his couch, do you want me to be good and strip for you like you asked or do you want to force your brother out of his clothes and throw him on his own bed like you own the place?" He murmured, heated words masked with breathy noises. Jason had thrown out so many wants and ideas already, clearly his brother was overwhelmed with all the ways he could have this moment and have Alistair. So maybe filling him with dirty words and expansions on those ideas wasn't just to tease him but also help his brother truly discover what he wanted in this moment.

All the while his hand continued to massage Jason's cock through his trousers and soon Alistair's lips began to find Jason's jawline and neck and began to kiss and flick his tongue across the skin, stimulating his poor brother even more than he already was. Making sure this whole experience was heightened even more.

All it took to free this side was to be back with Alistair. The man had always shown such admirable qualities to Jason, but the secrets that he kept of his feelings were abundant. For a while, he’d dreamed of being used and using his older brother. Hell, sometimes those thoughts passed on to Peter, but he couldn’t even think of those thoughts. All he wanted was to show the man all the ways he craved him, needed him. From the way his cock hardened in the shorter man’s grasp, he knew that he had thought about this. There was no way he’d be this turned on by him if he hadn’t had the same dreams. Those sinful dreams of Jason’s muscled, compact body riding his thick cock, or maybe he dreamed of being the one to be filled by his own impressive length. 

In the end, Jason’s obsession was becoming a reality. Something he’d wanted for so long was in his grasps. Listening to those perverted, sweet moans leaving his brother’s lips had him growing more and more impatient to have him. “That’s it. Listen to how you moan from my touch. Filthy man just wanting to be turned into nothing more than my sex toy.” All of this had him flushed looking. His own cock aching beneath his pants as he degraded this lovely man before him. Tonight, he would be seen as nothing more than a cheap whore to get off with, and he loved that thought.

A loud gasp left the dark haired boy’s lips as his barely contained cock was squeezed. His eyes lit with a fire as he was groped. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he listened to the whore speak. “No one can compare to my first love, my first sinful dream…” He admitted as he felt those lips closer. “I’d go insane without you. I’d go fucking feral for you. I want to keep you all night, fill you up with every ounce of cum I have. Make all of our filthy, perverted fantasies come true.” He gritted his teeth as he squeezed onto the other’s cock, releasing his grip on his neck for a moment. “I want to see you fucking whimpering, crying for my cock. Begging for it as I take that toy and fuck your tight ass.” Another admission as he reached the hand from his neck up to his hair. “Be a good boy and strip for me before I strip you down and throw you on that bed.” His slightly heavy chest heaved up and down with the thought of stripping him himself. “Or maybe I should take you right here..” He cooed out as he tilted his head. “Maybe I should have you take my cock out and lay right here as I fuck that pretty mouth.” He huffed out as his cock throbbed under his older brother's grasp.

[jasonsboys]

To think he'd brought this side out of Jason in such a short time, even if his brother was being more dominant now it didn't stop the fact that Alistair had been the one to bring this side out of him. Truth be told he'd imagined his dear brothers in a similar way, specificially when they'd started going to college and becoming more like men. Peter with his adorable glasses and that lean, toned athletic build and Jason with his confidence, compact and muscled body. He'd imagined the boys bouncing on his cock, being fucked by him and yes being fucked by them as well. He'd imagined it all but it seems like his dear brother had wanted Alistair even more so. All this time and Jason had been obsessed with him.

For a moment Alistair couldn't even respond, what with the hand squeezing his throat and the other squeezing the bulge in his trousers he was left a moaning mess who was struggling to get the words out. Just having to hear how his dear brother wanted to fuck him and turn him into his bitch, another knotch on his belt and another guy in Jason's apparent campus harem. It was harsh and demaning and undeniably hot as his little brother treated him like a trophy that was rightfully his to do with what he wished. The image of him using all those items on him, the silk ropes the toys, the collars was intense and addicting and yet...Alistair was not done.

"That be you" He murmured at the 'whose getting turned on' comment as his own hand moved to grope and grip at Jason's cock barely contained in his pants and gave it a squeeze, stroking his thumb against the covered length. "Mm, baby brother - all this talk about me just being another slut of yours and yet those pesky boys of yours could never compare to me. I'm your original want, the one you dream about" He murmured against those lips, noses still brushing and no kiss just yet. "You need me, you crave me - you'd go insane without me" He purred, breath hot and tickling his brother's lips. "Say it Jason, confess to your big brother. You know you want to."

It was hard to keep composure at this point. The way his brother spoke to him, baited him, was becoming too much for the younger man. A part of him was becoming desperate, feral almost. Just to feel his brother’s body against his. To see what was underneath all of these clothes was singing through his head. “I watched you and fantasized about fucking you senseless, making you scream for your little brother.” He growled out in an admission. There was this need and want to claim Alistair as his own in that moment. Something he never thought he’d release, but the other one had him coming undone before his very eyes.

As he heard that grunt and groan pass those delectable lips, he knew he was getting somewhere. Their lips nearing each other with his teasing tongue, but neither kissed the other. Almost like a denial of their lust. Looking down on the man as he smiled, he pushed his body onto the other more, creating more heat in the moment. “Yeah? You want to hear about the one I’m having now? The one with your ass tied up and me fucking you with this toy?” His words more heated, dangerous almost as he felt compelled to let go.

“I am because I want your pretty little head to think about all of the filthy things I want from you.” He dropped the silk drab to the other’s lap as his other hand made a daring move. With another squeeze to his throat, he spoke again. “I want to make you beg for my cock as I use every toy on you. Making you sweat, making you gasp..” Low, lustful words seeping from his lips as his hand moved down to palm the other’s crotch, groping him. “Don’t deny it, you want to be my little bitch, you want to have yourself filled with my cock. See why all those frat boys fall to their knees for me..” He lifted his head away just enough to look at his brother. “You’re just another cock hungry slut for me to devour.” His own bulge growing as he kept touching his brother in all new ways.

His growled at him as he looked down at him. “Now, now, looks like someone’s getting turned on by his brother’s admissions. Pervert.”

[jasonsboys]

"You miss me all the time little Jay? You think about me that much?" He murmured, knowing he had gotten his younger brother to admit something he probably would normally deny and keep to himself. "You watched me that much, tried to take peaks and think about me all the time? Are you obessed with me little brother?" He purred out, unable to not lean in and tease Jason more and get him to confess and admit things like this. Jason might be trying to be the domineering force right now, but that didn't mean Alistair wasn't going to get Jason to unravel for him different ways.

"Why don't you tell me all those fantasies you've had of your big brother, hm? You know you want to Jay" He purred out, their noses brushing together and lips so close like they might kiss and yet he didn't - he denied Jason that for the moment, teasing his brother as he let out a breahtless little laugh. The he felt that hand on his throat, causing a grunt and groan to pass his lips, though the smile never left as he felt his brother squeezing his throat as he pushed Alistair's legs apart to make froom for him. Made to look up at Jason as he said those filthy things, arousal pooling in his stomach as he felt that tongue against his lips.

"Mm, I don't know Jay...you're the one who admitted fantasizing about me, I think it's you that's been obsessed with such dirty, dirty thoughts" He managed to say despite the squeeze to his throat. This was intense, heated and Alistair was enjoying every seocnd of this new development between the brothers. But even now he wouldn't cave so easily, he'd give as good as he got when it came to Jason. "So who should be the one really admitting, hm?" He murmured, swallowing a little against that hand on his throat.

“No might, we will.” He grinned down at his older brother. That look upon his older brother’s face had him swooning for a moment. Boundaries were about to be crossed. They were about to be nonexistent if the dark haired male had his way. The room around them felt like a sauna of sorts with the proverbial heat. His compact, muscular body was dying to be let out of his clothes as he kept his dominating stance. The look on his face wasn’t changing as he watched the older man keep his cool, keep his wits about him. This was new territory for the younger one, but he wanted to prove something to his older brother at this moment.

His fists wrapped tightly around the rope as he let one hand leave it. “I miss you all the time. Miss sneaking peaks at you, fantasizing about you…” His words were like honey- sweet and tempting. All of these admissions had the younger boy feeling slightly embarrassed, but he refused to show it. This sweet teasing was always their banter, and even now, they weren’t above using it. 

He watched his arrogant brother defy his order. He watched that glass hit those lips and empty right before him. As he felt that hand move to his chin, his lips parted as soon as their noses brushed. With that challenge, his free hand slid up and took a soft grip onto his brother’s throat. A wicked smile curled on those once innocent lips. “I think I have an edge on all of your other conquests..” He growled softly. Using his knee, he pushed his brother’s legs apart to make room for him. This was what he wanted, this was his type.  He gave the other’s throat a little squeeze as he spoke again in that hushed tone. “Smart mouthed, slut.” He teased out as he snaked his tongue out to lick at the other’s lips. "Don't act like you haven't been dreaming of my taking your for a ride, fucking you..."

The younger man was getting bolder more into his role. "Bet you've been sitting over here picturing me using all those filthy fucking toys on you.." He never moved his head from it's place. "Admit it." His grip never left the other's neck as he pressed his body closer onto the other's.

[jasonsboys]

Alistair watched his dear younger brother shift gears rather suddenly, he could see the look in those eyes or the way he seemed to be in his head imagining all sorts of things. It was a familiar expression, one that Alistair had no doubt had before on his face. It was clear some boundaries were about to be crossed, a shift in their dynamic that meant they likely could never walk back from. "Might we now little Jay?" He retorted at the comment about making use of them. His tone was calm, composed even as the heat in the room seemed to dial up so easily.

Alistair was a fair bit taller than Jason, but he had to admit with him sitting down and the confidence of his little brother he almost seemed to loom over him as he got closer, gripping that silk rope tightly as if preparing for something. "Even when I'm not in the house you can't help but think about me little Jay? I didn't realize I was in your head so much, does someone miss his big brother?" He hummed, clearly not above teasing the other even in a moment like this. Then came the command, the clear attempt at dominance and most men would likely fall apart and be already obeying.

But Alistair was not most people and he wasn't about to make anything easy for Jason. So Alistair made sure to finish his drink, eyes locked with Jason before he set the glass down. Then he moved one hand to gently grip his younger brother's chin, since the other had leaned in so much. "That depends on if what you have to say is worth doing or listening too, little Jay." He murmured against those lips, nose brushing against his. "I'm not one of your campus boys with no experience and so easily flustered. It takes a lot to impress me, you sure you have what it takes to impress me?"

At first, he just wanted to toy with him. See how far he could realistically get Alistair to go, but slowly, that thought, that game, became something a bit more sinful in nature. They were brother’s for christ sake, but being alone with him in this place and seeing all of that? It changed his tune. Almost like he wanted to seduce his older brother. If everyone else could have a piece, why shouldn’t he? 

His brain had gone into a haze as he called the bluff of going back. The shorter male stood there playing with the silk ropes through his fingers. It was a tantalizing feeling. Something that just made him want to play more and more. His eyes had softened a bit, but that sinful desire stayed sparkling behind his eyes as he listened to the older man speak. “Well, we might just have to put these to good use, brother.” As he heard the clearing of his throat, their eyes met again. “Maybe it is, do you have a problem with it?” He quizzed out as he got closer.

This time he stood in front of Alistair as he laid the toy down next to him. Both hands now had the silk ropes in them. Holding them tightly like he was about to do something. “Maybe I’ve been imagining you in a lot of different scenarios…” The younger brother made a bold statement there. One he couldn’t take back. It was clear that the boy had his own devious plans for them. No one was home with them. Nick, Alistair’s little love sick boy, wasn’t here, so what was to stop him from claiming the man?

“Now, Alistair, are you going to do as I say, or should I go find some more things to play scenarios with?” He quizzed out, his heart racing at it all. Jason knew that his brother would push back, be that diva he always was. The only difference this time was Jason felt he had the power. His eyes narrowed a bit more as he leaned in to the older man. “Put the drink down and let’s spend some new quality time together.”

[jasonsboys]

Alistair noticed the shift almost the moment it happened, though he wasn't necessarily ready to say what it was just yet. After all this was his brother, there were supposedly boundaries no matter how much it seemed the two of them had crossed that quite a bit ago with what they'd talked about so far. Drink still in hand, Alistair watched slowly as his brother got up and strode over with all the confidence in the world and began to strole over to Alistair's draw. Truth be told he hadn't truly believed he'd do it, at least not right away. But it seemed his younger brother had called his bluff.

That's when he pulled out that particular toy and the silk ropes and suddenly the look Jason was giving him was very different from anything he'd seen before. He definitely wasn't looking at Alstair like his brother or any kind of family member with those eyes and that lowered, sensual tone. "...You're not wrong, there have definitely been times when those two have been used together. On who and why is typically up to the scenario, the moment" He finally said, clearing his throat and gazing in his brother's eyes.

"Is this a new game we're playing Jay? Are you going to pick two things from the draw that you think go together and come up with a scenario you imagine involving me?" He asked, trying to keep cool and seem casual. Even if the look in his eyes was anything but. He had no idea what Jason was thinking right now, but Alistair had a feeling his little brother wasn't done surprising him.

A brow raised at the admission. He had figured there were some wild nights in this place. Hell, he’d had his own around campus, in offices, in the frat house. All of which he may never fully admit to doing. Could never be too careful on letting the world, or anyone, know what he’d done to keep himself above water at school. The more they talked the more curious he became at what his brother was up to. Maybe even into it for that matter. The alcohol had him feeling a bit more confident in what should have been awkward, but here he was questioning his brother’s sexual appetite, his things.

“Damn right, no one messes with me.” He greeted with a happier laugh as he knew his brother could read him. The brothers had been through a lot, but they all seemed to come out of it in their own ways. “I’m pretty sure that’s an obvious one to figure out.” Within a second, he had drank half of his glass. A bit of it dripped down his bottom lip as he licked it away before carrying on with this. “Kind of a challenge to deal with someone like me..” His voice was a bit lower for a moment as he leaned in a bit, listening closely. Something began to stir within himself as he listened to the older man continue talking. “Oh I know those explorations well..” He admitted as he watched his older brother carefully. 

His mind began to drift for a moment to the ideas of what all Alistair had done with those things in the drawer. Hell, he began picturing the people he used them on, or how they were used on him. Shaking his head as their eyes met, he smirked and slowly stood. “Don’t mind if I do.” He kept his eyes on his older brother as he walked backwards before giving a playful wink and turning to go back to the drawer. His fingers danced over all the delightful things before him. “Bet someone looked hot with this deep inside of them…” He commented as he pulled out a rather thick and long dildo. He wrapped his hand around it firmly before looking back at his brother. He sat the drink down on the floor next to the cabinet before continuing pursuing for a moment. “Maybe you had them tied up with these silk things while you did it…” His free hand grasped onto these silk like bindings as he stood up with both things. “Am I correct, dear brother?”

His tone was a bit more sensual than before almost like he forgot where he was. Maybe that feeling stirring within wasn't right, but he was curious after all.

[jasonsboys]

"Something like that, some days are a little more exciting then others" He remarked, smirking as he took another sip and swallowed down the burning liquid. Sometimes Alistair did have more than one man in his place, there had definitely been a few wild nights and he had more than a few lovers he rotated through - some were even couples who enjoyed having a third. But nobody serious, just a lot of fun though he wondered how curious his dear brother was to see what that side of Alistair and this place was like. After all, his brother certainly was asking a lot of questions.

"Not that kind of innocent Jay, don't worry - I know you're the big strong guy now, nobody messes with you" He reassured, a mix between playfulness and sincerity. He knew his brother had been through a lot, all three brothers had. "Doesn't mean you know a ball gag from a riding crop" Alistair added to break the tension, laughing a little and playfully poking his brother's side with a grin. "Oh dear brother, I'm no more of a smart ass then you. You just don't have to deal with yourself normally."

"Well, what I get up to...depends day to day. One of the benefits of being an adult with your own place means you can...explroe those kinds of things. Wants, desires, you know..." He trailed off, very aware of how little this conversation was brother appropiate. Yet here they were, talking like this still. Flicking his tongue across his bottom lip to catch the liquid, he was quiet for a moment as he adjusted to what his brother was saying. Trying not to imagine his younger brother exploring all kinds of wicked things, both on himself and maybe on other people and it was just them two-

"Well...not that I'd let you use my stuff, feels like that crosses more than one boundry Jay" He murmured, holding his drink as his eyes shifted to his brother. "Though I guess you can...have a look again if you want, since you've already opened the draw."

All he could do was roll his eyes at the man’s comments. “Not today, huh? So, it’s more of what? A Saturday thing?” A shot back with his own smirk. He kept swiveling the drink in his hand, watching the liquid dance about as he tried to keep himself as composed as possible. His eyes flickered up to see that shrug and smirk. It only told him he was, at least, on the right trail with his comment. “Innocence is something that I haven’t had the luxury of having in a long, long time.” He argued back as he sat on the couch next to his brother. 

It was sort of a throw away moment there. It was something he meant. To him, his innocence was gone long ago, so when it ever showed up again, he wasn’t the easiest to accept. This whole cocky, arrogant facade he had going on was meant to almost be a protection. Something to hide away just how naive he could be at times. “Sometimes I forget you are such a smart ass.” He retorted with a small laugh. “I was just curious what you got up to here. Seeing as you have a whole collection of naughty things.” He brought the glass to his lips and took another swig. 

This was different then what they normally spoke on, but the line of questions was opened the moment he went snooping. Maybe his curiosity wasn’t the best at times, but hell, what could it hurt? “Well, you may have a point, but who makes these stupid rules of things like that?” He grinned stupidly as he heard the last comment. “Who knows. Just a lot of interesting things in there, and since you called me innocent, I might need to learn new things to lessen that.” He laughed as he looked down at his drink again. "Maybe I'm just intrigued by the chance of expanding my horizons."