Pretty As A Princess 1/1 (Jonas Brothers)

Title: Pretty As A Princess
Genre: Slash
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Main Characters: Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas

Adult Content: Yes. In fact, that's all there is.
Words: 792
Chapter: 1/1

Ingredients: Incest, Joe in a dress
Summary: Kevin likes Joe's costume.
Teaser: Time slows to a stop, Kevin rests his forehead against Joe's shoulder, trying to calm down, and he's just about there when Joe tilts his head back, looks at the clock, says, "Mom and Dad are gonna be back in twenty minutes," like it's any other day and all they have to clean up is the spilled soda in the kitchen.

Joe arches, gasps, eyelashes brush his cheeks for just a second before his eyes fly open, lock on Kevin's. Kevin lets out a shaky breath, lets his eyes travel down Joe's torso, bound in pink satin and glitter, down to where the giant pink skirt is rucked up around his hips, where his dick's hard and flushed purple, jutting out completely obscene from every six-year-old-girl's dream prom dress, where his fingers are inside Joe, and that breath promises to be the last one Kevin's going to take for a while.

"Kevin, I - oh," Joe tries, cuts himself off with a moan, bears down against Kevin's fingers and arches even higher, hands twisting the fabric of that ridiculous skirt.

If going hard in an instant like he was sixteen again when he saw Joe in the dress for the first time was wrong, this is...but he's so...and Joe – Kevin can't get a hold of his thoughts, head spinning like crazy, so he twists his fingers again, curls them up just a bit like he just had, and the noise Joe makes wipes Kevin's brain of everything but make that happen again.

Joe can't stay still at the best of times, so Kevin's not exactly surprised at the way he pushes against Kevin's fingers, constantly wriggling his upper body around (for more leverage, for better reach so he can cling to Kevin's upper arm), hands moving every second (to tug the bodice down almost to his bellybutton, stroke himself with light, teasing pulls, clutch at Kevin's arm, hair, shirt), but it's never been so hot before, and this isn't okay, this is so not okay, this -

"God, Kevin, just fuck me," Joe demands, and Kevin can't – who could? - deny him anything right now, even if wanted to, can't shake the crooked tiara glittery eyelids glossy lips hoarse voice from their place blocking off whatever stupid conscience he has left.

Joe whines when Kevin pulls his fingers out, chest heaving as he takes these big, gasping breaths, and Kevin can't take his eyes off of Joe's slim fingers trailing up and down Joe's dick, can't -

"You," Joe says, wraps his fist around himself and strokes himself for real, slow, lazy, showing off, "might need to take your pants off to do that."

If he says anything else in that voice, that husky sexy I've-been-sucking-dick-all-night voice Kevin's going to lose it, completely, so he leans forward, crushes his lips against Joe's and God only knows what it's been through but that strawberry lip gloss is still going strong. Joe wraps his legs around Joe's waist, grinds his naked dick against Kevin's clothed one once, twice, hard enough to make Kevin see stars, whimper into Joe's mouth, and then Joe's hands are fumbling with the button of his torn-up I-survived-the-zombie-apocalypse jeans.

When Joe works his dick free Kevin sighs relief against Joe's lips, jeans too tight even before he was ridiculously hard for his brother in a dress, and shivers at the contact as the slick head brushes against Joe's.

"Please," Joe mumbles, for once in his life, for once with Kevin, asking not pushing, and Kevin wraps his fist around them both, as much as he can, strokes to slick himself up with their precome until Joe gasps, arches, pushes him back a little and starts demanding again.

Joe's so hot inside, hot and tight and Kevin just has to close his eyes against it, clutch blindly until his fingers are tangled in Joe's hair, just brushing the stupid tiara, and kiss Joe again, until Joe whines, jerks his hips, until Kevin can breathe again, move again.

He jerks Joe off with a clumsy hand, too focused on the heat of him, the slickness of his mouth, clutch of his fingers almost bruising-hard around Kevin's upper arms, and the desperate noises Joe's muffling into Kevin's mouth build, build, build and then he breaks, shoves his hips hard against Kevin's and comes over his hand, all over the dress.

Joe clenches on him, muscles flutter around him, and that breathing thing is once again too much for Kevin, takes too much focus, all he can do is try to keep the whirlwind in his mind from spilling out his ears, all he can do is thrust into Joe hard, too hard, until his own orgasm hits like a brick wall.

Time slows to a stop, Kevin rests his forehead against Joe's shoulder, trying to calm down, and he's just about there when Joe tilts his head back, looks at the clock, says, "Mom and Dad are gonna be back in twenty minutes," like it's any other day and all they have to clean up is the spilled soda in the kitchen.