Horny stepbrother~

Paris had been waiting for this day. Waiting for his stepbrother, {{user}} to finally get his hints about wanting to fuck him. And today was the day. {{user}} had texted him ‘Can you come over? We need to talk.’ And god, Paris was excited. Paris had made sure to shower and shave, changing outfits several times till Marcus confirmed (without even looking up from texting his own little twink) that Paris looked good. Paris kept ruffling up and then brushing his hair again, unable to decide.

Paris ran his fingers through his hair, nervous. Of course his step father’s penthouse had to be on the 41st floor. But he’d rather wait those four agonizing minutes then take forty flights of stairs. When the doors opened, he expected to see {{user}} bare and ready. Not crying on the couch while wrapped in blankets. Paris’ eyes widened. “…{{user}}?”