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sweetestgrethan · 1 year

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Tags: boypussy, squirting, overstimulation, mentions of mpreg, Ethan has a pussy

I can’t even lie, E with a pussy has been taking over my life recently, so here’s pure smut 🙏🏼

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Ethan who has been hiding his anatomy from his brother their whole lives.

Grayson who finds out and can’t help but be curious.

When they were back home, Ethan had always had the help of his mom to hide the obvious things— the panties, the PMS, the pads.

In LA, it was a whole different game.

Ethan had found himself lying constantly if Grayson happened to notice a box of tampons under his sink, explaining it away as a thoughtful detail for any girls he brought over. Ethan ignored the fact that him bringing anyone over was quite rare.

Grayson always seemed to notice when he was especially cranky or plagued by cramps, but Ethan reserved his most lazy days for that time of the month, holing up in his room so Grayson wouldn’t threaten to trigger his very fragile emotional state. It works for years, until it doesn’t.

Grayson finds out in quite a lackluster way. He’s doing laundry, a task so mundane that he usually just tunes the world out while he folds so he can get it done as fast as possible. Of course, he’s doing Ethan’s laundry as well. Usually, he makes Ethan bring his own clothes to his room, but Grayson can’t be bothered to have that fight with him today, especially when Ethan was currently out with some friends.

Grayson walked into Ethan’s room with the laundry basket full of clean clothes on his hip and settled in front of his dresser, opening the first drawer up and letting out a long sigh at the sight of it. Nothing is folded, things are wrinkled, and he’s pretty sure there’s dirty clothes mixed into the drawer, too. He makes a mental note to scold Ethan about the way he keeps his belongings later and hastily decides to just organize the whole thing.

Grayson is taking out crumpled shirts and boxers when he gets to the bottom of the drawer and freezes at what he’s just laid his eyes on. Underwear, women’s underwear, countless pairs folded neatly under the mess he’d just cut through. Not only that, but other questionable items as well; Midol, a bottle of pH balanced soap, a clit sucker. Grayson doesn’t really know how to react or what to think. He knew Ethan didn’t have a girlfriend, nor did he have many women suitors that came by. There was really no reason he should’ve had all of this in his possession. Not only that, but why had Ethan made such an effort to hide the items?

Grayson stuffed all the clothes back into the drawer and decided he’d ignore it for now. He was sure if he just asked, Ethan would tell him a perfectly normal and fine reason for hiding all of this stuff. At least, he hoped he would.

It takes a few days for Grayson to ask about what he'd found. He’s afraid, he doesn’t know why. Many possibilities had run through his mind, thinking maybe Ethan simply liked wearing the underwear, or maybe it was something deeper, something with his identity that he wanted to explore by himself. Either way, Grayson wanted Ethan to know it wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

“Hey, can we talk?” Grayson says flat out, standing in the doorway to the living room, interrupting Ethan’s New Girl marathon.

Ethan looks up at his brother with furrowed brows and hesitates to respond. At first, he assumes it’s about something gross he did, but he always had a small nagging in his brain that it’s something greater, something like Grayson finding out his biggest secret. Ethan follows Grayson to his room and plops himself down in the middle of Grayson’s bed, looking up at his brother expectantly.

“I should’ve asked about this earlier, but.. I guess I didn’t know how,” Grayson prefaced, sitting right in front of Ethan. “When I was doing laundry last week, I was putting away your clothes, and-“ Grayson paused. He didn’t know how to sound like he wasn’t purposely snooping, which he wasn’t! “I found some of your things… the underwear and- um, other stuff.”

Ethan’s blood ran cold at that, face pale as all the color drained from him. Dear God, this can’t be real. All Ethan can do is blink back at him and try not to combust into a million pieces.

When Ethan said nothing, Grayson decided to fill the silence. His brother wasn’t usually forthcoming with this kind of information. “You hid those things for a reason, so, I’m sorry for being nosy,” he huffed, looking embarrassed and coy, but proceeding. “I wanted you to know that whatever it is you think you need to hide, you don’t have to. I’m your brother, you can tell me anything. I wanna be there for you whenever I can.”

Ethan felt like crying. He also felt like laughing right in his brother’s face. Grayson really didn’t seem to know the truth, and Ethan couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or not. At this point, he was sure nothing he’d say would be able to explain the presence of his belongings. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” Ethan scoffed and looked away, mindlessly studying the things on Grayson’s desk.

Grayson looked confused at that, reaching up to gently grab Ethan’s chin and bring his gaze back to him. “Try me,” Grayson murmured, swiping his thumb along his jawline.

Ethan’s heart felt like it stuttered at the touch. “I’m not like you, Grayson. Not fully,” He started, voice sounding unsure and soft. “I don’t know if maybe I was supposed to be a girl instead, but..” Ethan felt Grayson thumbing at his bottom lip, distracting him from his train of thought. “I need all those things because that’s what I have,” Ethan cleared his throat and turned his face from Grayson again, feeling too hot. “I don’t have a dick,” Ethan clarified.

Grayson looked as if a whole slew of emotions was coursing through him. Relief, confusion, curiosity, shock. Grayson wasn’t sure what to feel at all. “Oh,” he breathed. Grayson didn’t know how he never noticed. He’d always thought him and Ethan were intimately close, though they’d never really made a habit of being naked around each other. “Okay. That’s-“ Grayson’s touch moved to Ethan’s arm, gently rubbing it up and down. “That’s okay. I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” he murmured and pulled Ethan into a tight hug, so relieved it wasn’t something more serious. “You’re still my brother. My Ethan. That will never change,” Grayson whispered by his ear, nosing at the pulse point in Ethan’s neck.

Ethan felt something close to joy when Grayson pulled him close. He’d always been convinced Grayson would freak out and never speak to him again, but this was a welcome outcome. Ethan felt greedy as he wrapped his arms around Grayson in't return, greedy for the touch he’d always been ashamed to ask for. “Promise it’s not weird?” Ethan whispered, not moving to pull away.

Grayson only seemed to hug him tighter as he shook his head. “Never. Not with me,” He murmured. Grayson felt a little crazed as he remained so close to Ethan. If he was honest, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like, what Ethan hid between his plush thighs. Grayson felt gross for even thinking it, but he was human. Grayson had pondered his inappropriate feelings for his twin, but had never dared to act upon them, even before finding out about this. Now, it felt like the intimate knowledge of Ethan’s body was making his brain mush. Grayson’s thoughts were filled with a desire to taste, to feel, to plunge himself deep into Ethan’s heat. It was wrong, but he couldn’t stop the thoughts even if he tried.

It only took a few more seconds of pondering to decide his next move, Grayson suddenly pushing Ethan onto his back and hovering above him, keeping him in place. Ethan looked up at him with wide eyes, Grayson smiling down at him mischievously. “Can I see?” He asked softly, eyes looking all over his face.

“W-What?” Ethan breathed, still stuck on the fact that Grayson so easily pinned him down. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t admired Grayson a little too much before. He’d had thoughts about the way he looked shirtless or how sweet he was to him, especially about how much Grayson loved him, how he always said they’d be together forever, even if he’d meant it in a purely familial way. It was never anything too serious, feelings and desires that he could keep under wraps. This was far closer than they’d ever been, so Ethan was struggling to wrap his mind around the insane request.

“Let me see you,” Grayson pressed on, eyes snapping down to Ethan’s mouth. He refrained from kissing him right then and there. “Please?” He pleaded gently.

The look of shock didn’t leave Ethan’s face, the older twin nodding slowly and swallowing thickly despite his inhibitions, not sure what Grayson could possibly have in store for him. Ethan’s eyes moved down between them when he felt Grayson’s fingers undoing the drawstring on his sweats, Ethan already feeling flushed and warm. Not to mention, he could feel the faintest hints of his arousal in his underwear, dampening the neutral, grey fabric. Ethan could only assume Grayson wanted to touch, too. Why else would he be asking?

Grayson was sure he seemed eager as he tugged down Ethan’s sweats and laid eyes on his underwear, breath catching in his throat. He never imagined Ethan wearing such a simple piece of clothing, but he looked good, so good, slender and smooth and pale against the dark fabric. “We can stop,” Grayson reminded, though he wanted to hear it from Ethan that this kind of exploration was okay.

Ethan’s skin was covered in goosebumps at every touch, both overwhelming and not enough at the same time. “No,” Ethan said, sounding sure of himself this time. “Don’t want you to.”

Maybe Grayson shouldn’t have taken his words to heart, but the way Ethan accepted his affection made him crazier for him than he’d ever been. “What do you want me to do?” Grayson asked playfully and closed some of the distance between them, trying not to press his own arousal against Ethan’s.

“Stop making me wait,” Ethan breathed, completely serious yet just as playful, both of his hands finding their way to either side of his twin’s face, waiting for him to make the move.

Grayson surged up to press his mouth against Ethan’s and kissed him passionately, forcing him to lay back against his pillows fully. His hips involuntarily pressed against Ethan, pushing the outline of his cock against him in his pursuit to get closer.

Ethan wasn’t expecting the kiss to feel so good, the taste and the feel of his little brother making him lightheaded. He’d wanted to kiss him for a long time; to have Grayson kiss him as eagerly as he was made Ethan’s heart soar. Grayson’s tongue felt searing against his own, Ethan’s arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Ethan didn’t mean to be so pushy, but he found himself pulling away and bringing his hands to the waistband of his panties to push them down, helping Grayson along. He wanted Grayson badly, and he didn’t want any separation between them. Ethan lifted his hips and let Grayson slide them off his legs, setting his hips down once his panties were off, leaving him exposed.

Grayson felt dizzy as he laid eyes on Ethan, pink and trimmed. Ethan had a perfectly groomed patch of hair, a rich black just like the hair on his head. Grayson could tell he was wet just from the glistening between his lips, nearly dripping off of him. “You’re perfect,” Grayson praised, hands smoothing down the insides of Ethan’s thighs.

Ethan felt burning hot under Grayson’s stare, nervous yet excited, trying not to shake at his touch.“Stop that,” Ethan breathed as he grabbed Grayson’s wrist, bringing his hand down between his thighs. “Stop talking to me like I’m one of your girlfriends,” he huffed, the noise changing to a relieved sigh as Grayson’s fingers slipped between his folds, spreading his wetness to his clit and circling the sensitive nub. Somehow, he felt even hotter than before. Maybe because it was Grayson touching him, maybe it was his shame setting his whole body alight. The rough pads of Grayson’s fingers felt heavenly.

Grayson looked up at him and chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to his mouth. “I’m being honest,” Grayson insisted. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he purred, not able to help himself as he crawled down Ethan’s body, wanting nothing more than to savor Ethan’s arousal. He didn’t let Ethan answer before his tongue delved between his folds, hands gripping both of Ethan’s thighs as he lapped at him. Grayson would never get enough of the sweet, musky taste of his twin, his chin getting messy with slick.

Ethan‘s body writhed uncontrollably under Grayson, making desperate, high-pitched noises as his brother’s tongue pushed into him relentlessly. Both of his hands immediately went to grip at Grayson’s hair, pushing his hips up into his face while he pushed his head down. He’d been eaten out plenty of times before, but this was so much better than anything he’d ever experienced. Grayson was being greedy with him, fucking him open with his tongue and swallowing every drop of his wetness. Ethan had grown used to guys and girls hesitating with him, being careful and cautious, which had just cemented in him that he was weird and different, a spectacle, at best. Grayson wasn’t acting the same at all; Grayson was behaving like his salvation lied between Ethan’s folds, eating him out with a hunger and need so intense that the feeling enveloped his whole body, flames of passion licking at his tattooed skin. He’d never experienced love like this before.

Grayson wasn’t ashamed to say that he enjoyed eating people out, and he most certainly wasn’t ashamed that he was being so ravenous with Ethan. He followed Ethan’s movements as he bucked his hips, sucking gently on his clit and swirling his tongue around it. Grayson hummed against him when Ethan tugged harshly at his hair, feeling the way Ethan shivered at the sensation of his voice vibrating through him.

“I’m-“ Ethan squeaked and pressed his thighs together on either side of Grayson’s head, finally working up the courage to look down at him. It was a sight he’d never forget, Grayson staring up at him through long lashes as his tongue swirled and slid all over him, lips glistening. Ethan tensed just a moment later, coming on Grayson’s tongue with a groan. “Grayson,” Ethan whined, hips stuttering as he felt Grayson continue, only for a few seconds longer.

Grayson pulled away reluctantly and licked his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling back up his body to kiss Ethan deeply. He wanted for him to taste himself, to taste how sweet and addictive he was. “Next time, you can ride my face,” Grayson breathed softly, still catching his breath from their kiss. While he spoke, he tugged impatiently at Ethan’s shirt, wanting him completely naked.

Ethan was still processing his orgasm when Grayson kissed him, helplessly kissing back and moaning into his mouth at the taste of himself. He obediently sat up as Grayson took his shirt off, hands shaking as he tried to do the same to Grayson. He’d never had someone be this enthusiastic about eating him out, but Ethan was obsessed with the idea of Grayson loving it that much. “You’re already planning to do this again?” He giggled, eyes raking over Grayson’s chest and going to unbutton his pants.

Grayson made sure to fling their clothes onto the floor, watching Ethan’s hands as they worked to take his pants off. “Can’t do everything I wanna do in one day,” he explained, kissing Ethan’s cheek before he did the rest of the work for him, both of them now completely naked. “How rough can I be with you?” Grayson asked, the grin on his face looking devilish, pushing at Ethan’s shoulder so he was laying back again.

Ethan’s eyes widened as he laid eyes on Grayson’s hard cock, his mouth watering. It was perfect; long and girthy, with a happy trail that led up to his belly button. Ethan could feel himself clench in anticipation. “Break me,” Ethan said without hesitation, eyes still trained on his cock. “Knock me up, I don’t care.”

Grayson was fully aware he shouldn’t do that, he shouldn’t have been so excited at the prospect of filling Ethan up with his babies, but it made the flame in his belly roar furiously inside of him. If that’s what Ethan wanted, then that’s what he’d get, Grayson would never say no to him. “I’ll fuck you dumb, E, don’t worry,” he promised, grabbing Ethan’s hips and pulling him down on the bed, getting him closer. Grayson gripped the back of one of Ethan’s milky thighs with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, stopping briefly to swipe some of Ethan’s wetness onto his fingers, lubing himself up with it. Grayson had to remind himself to breathe as he slid the head between Ethan’s folds, making sure he felt every inch of him. Grayson looked up at Ethan one last time and smiled to himself, seeing how Ethan’s eyes were still glued to where he was rubbing against him, lips parted and eyebrows knitted together. He was perfect, down to every last inflection of his face.

Ethan tried not to fall apart completely as Grayson pushed into him, the older twin’s head falling back against the pillows as he was split open. He could already tell he’d be putty in Grayson’s hands. Grayson had already made him come once with little effort, he had no doubt his brother would be equally as skilled and ruthless as he fucked him. “God, Gray,” he gasped, eyes screwed shut while he accommodated Grayson’s length.

Grayson was much too turned on to be going as slow as he was, having to fight every instinct in himself to not ram his whole cock into the tight, velvety heat. He only gave Ethan a few seconds between each push, stopping when he was most of the way in, Ethan letting out a soft cry. “You were made for this,” he cooed and slowly pulled out, pushing back in steadily. “Feels so good to have me inside you, huh?”

Ethan couldn’t possibly form the words to respond to Grayson, hands gripping tightly at the sheets below them. Ethan’s shaky, breathy moans were a testament to how useless his brain had already become, giving himself up to the way he was spread open on his cock. All he could do was nod quickly, gushing even more of his fluids around Grayson, making a mess between them.

Grayson concentrated hard on keeping his pace slow at first, gripping Ethan’s other thigh so he could press them forward, spreading his twin open even more. “Wish you would’ve told me sooner,” he huffed, practically hypnotized by the sight of himself sliding in and out of Ethan. “I would’ve given anything to fuck you like this,” he groaned, his resolve already failing as his hips snapped forward harshly, making Ethan cry out desperately.

“I wanted to,” Ethan interjected, finally finding the strength to speak. He was squeezing around Grayson tightly, trying to hold back from coming in just a few strokes. “I was scared-“ Ethan moaned sweetly as Grayson’s thumb swiped over his clit in small, fast circles, a stark contrast to his slow thrusts. “Oh, fuck, wait,” he begged, his hand shooting down to grip Grayson’s wrist. He didn’t try to pull him away, just wanting something to brace himself on. “Grayson,” Ethan keened, arching up into him as he came a second time, blunt nails digging into Grayson’s wrist. Ethan almost felt embarrassed at the way the sounds between them changed, obscene squelching all due to his intense arousal.

“So sensitive,” Grayson purred and pulled his hand away, moving his grip to Ethan’s hips this time, confident that Ethan could take anything he threw his way. Grayson wasn’t merciful in any way, plunging himself all the way in hard and fast. “How many times can I make you come, do you think?” Grayson breathed, mostly asking the question to watch Ethan struggle, knowing words were hard to come by at the moment.

Ethan’s thighs shook and squeezed around Grayson’s waist, shocks of oversensitivity shooting up his spine. His hand shot up to cover his mouth, a weak attempt at getting himself to quiet the uncontrollable squeaks and mewls. Ethan wasn’t sure he could handle another orgasm, but he knew there was no doubt Grayson wasn’t going to stop here. “I’m gonna- Gonna make a mess,” he pleaded. Ethan knew himself enough to know he was on the verge of squirting all over both of them. He wasn’t sure whether he loved the thought or if he was too embarrassed to let it happen. It seemed like he wouldn’t have a choice in the end, anyway.

Grayson’s gaze darkened as he pistoned into his older brother, bottoming out with each forward movement of his hips. “It’s okay,” he huffed, trying not to let his pleasure overtake him. “Ruin my sheets, I’ll just sleep in your bed,” he grunted.

Ethan was beet red as he uselessly tried to hold off on coming a third time, jaw slack with silent moans as he was tipped over the edge once more. “Ah-“ he cried out, doing just as he’d warned and gushing all over Grayson, all over his sheets and his thighs. Ethan was truly reduced to nothing but pathetic whines and soft pleas for his twin to have mercy on him.

Grayson had never been in love before, but he knew immediately what he felt as soon as Ethan let go. He felt nothing but pride and joy at the fact that he could make Ethan feel this good. The thoughts he’d been turning over in his mind like stones in his palm were suddenly confirmed in a second, the simple fact that his heart belonged to Ethan and only Ethan. “I love you,” he gasped, not minding the mess at all. If anything, he wanted to see Ethan do it again and again. “God, I love you so much,”

Ethan would’ve said it back in a heartbeat if his whole body wasn’t completely spent and shaky, making an enormous effort to not black out before Grayson came. Ethan reached a hand up to grip Grayson’s hair and pulled him down into a hot, wet kiss, not needing air, just needing to taste Grayson and for him to know that he felt the same.

It only took Grayson a few more thrusts before he bottomed out completely and emptied his balls into his twin. He didn’t care about the repercussions of any of it, just that he could mark his territory and leave Ethan full and sated. It took him another few minutes to even pull out, the twins taken with each and kissing lazily until their lips were sticky with spit and cherry red, Grayson’s cock nearly soft.

Grayson made sure to clean Ethan up thoroughly after it was all said and done, getting him a pair of his own pajamas after wiping him down and tearing the sheets from his bed. Grayson also carried him all the way to Ethan’s room and made no move to go do his new pile of laundry or to even give himself a bit of space. He was content to be suffocated and warmed by Ethan, and loved how much Ethan seemed content to do the same.

Ethan took a while to say anything, too in love with his new normal to ruin it by saying anything at all. When he noticed Grayson wasn’t falling asleep and just kept staring, admiring him so deeply it made Ethan blush, he felt like he had to speak.

“I’m on birth control. Just so you know,” Ethan said without thinking. He knew that was a stupid thing to start with, but he’d wondered if Grayson may have been worried about it.

Grayson let out a sleepy chuckle, reaching up to cup the side of Ethan’s face. “Damn,” he said, genuinely sounding disappointed. “I really liked the idea of filling you up with babies.” Grayson knew that was highly unrealistic, to expect a family with his twin brother, but it was a sweet thought, Ethan’s belly plump with their kids, living a quiet life together while they raised them.

Ethan’s eyes widened and he turned even pinker, pushing his face into Grayson’s neck to hide his embarrassment. “No babies. Not right now,” he muttered against his skin, kissing where his lips hovered. “Sorry for.. making a mess,” Ethan sighed, still hiding away. “I can’t help it sometimes. Just felt too good.”

Grayson just had to push Ethan away so he could soak in the pitiful, shameful expression on his face, his heart swelling at the mere sight of Ethan being so coy with him. “You could do that every time and I’d never get tired of it,” Grayson said softly. He meant it completely. He meant it when he said he loved him, every part of him, every quirk and detail that no one would ever notice but him. “You don’t have to be so shy with me, angel. I love you,” he murmured.

Ethan felt tears of joy spring to his eyes, but he refrained from letting them pool and stream down his face, not wanting to explain how emotional it made him. “I love you,” he repeated the words he wasn’t able to say earlier. “I have for a long time. Maybe since we were young,” Ethan admitted. “I want to love you for a long time. Deal?” He smiled softly, bringing his hand up and sticking his pinky out, wanting for Grayson to intertwine his own with his.

“Deal,” Grayson murmured, humoring his twin by sealing the deal with a pinky promise. “I think that’ll be easy,” Grayson hummed and relaxed back into the sheets.

“I think so too.”

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Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Something a little different! I hope y’all liked it! Send me an ask if you have any requests or comments!

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letsxxplay · 2 years

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Any Grethan/Dolancest RPers out there? Looking for a Grayson, like or message me. Thanks!!

#gay rp #indie gay rp #indie rp #discord rp #grethan #grethan rp #dolancest #dolancest rp #grayson dolan rp #ethan dolan rp

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agentfaust · 4 months

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enter if you dare…

i’m moon! she/her, demi lesbian, poc/very disastrous desi (i also speak hindi!). under the cut are way too many words for an intro post, including interests/fandoms/all my socials/all my sideblogs :)

most stuff on here is tom cruise and his various projects, and i’m working my way through both his and rebecca ferguson’s filmographies. as for fandoms, i’m mostly active in mission: impossible, but i do dabble in top gun. i ship literally everything everywhere (except roosmav and grethan, soRRY) but i’m maiiiinly ilsaethan.

i’ve watched two seasons of doctor who and all of the good place and only murders in the building, and i also occasionally post about the pjo fandom. if anyone has seen itv’s vera pleeeeease come talk to me about it we as a fandom are extremely starved…

my Fandom Role is fic writer, which i’m sure is obvious by now because who else would write so many words for an intro post? i’ve been posting on ao3 since june and i currently have 50+ wips (which i sometimes share!!!). i also occasionally make edits.

other socials: ao3 • letterboxd • twitter • dm for my discord/spotify

i also have… too many sideblogs. they’re all fairly active and i mostly use them to keep things i wanna come back to aside/separate my major interests. feel free to peruse and follow :))

sideblogs: taylor swift one • writing refs/prompts • aesthetics/music/poetry • mi8 countdown

misc: tom cruise filmography checkoff list • ramble tag • ask tag

#ALSO ANOTHER THING YOU SHOULD KNOW I LOVE MY MUTUALS #pinned post #tell me if ive missed anything please…#get to know me

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grethan-real · 3 years

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Get a person that looks at you the same way e looks a Grayson

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quinneleanor · 2 years

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I miss the Dolan twins so badly oh my gosh you have no idea

#grethan #dolan twins #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #why oh why

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pineappledols · 4 years

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Omg i live for this friendship 🥺

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grethan-allmance · 4 years

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Aww Ethan, Grayson just wanna hold your hand 🥺🥺🥺

I kinda imagine Grayson doing his pouting face after Ethan slapped his hand 😂

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grethan

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celebsbyseb · 4 years

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Dolan Twins 🤤

#dolan twins #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #grethan

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dolansarebae · 6 months

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~slay🍓🍰~

#grayson dolan #grethan #twins #ethan dolan #dolan twins #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan edit #ethan dolan imagine #grayson dolan shirtless #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan shirtless

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xaviermayne · 4 years

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My Brother's Favorite Toy: Part Two

"Get the fuck out of here," Grayson said, throwing his hand toward the door.

"Dude, I've got a raging bone—"

"I don't fucking care!" Grayson yelled, covering his face with a forearm. "I said get out of my room."

Ethan stood for a moment, shocked that Grayson made him work so hard for him, and then wouldn't at least let Ethan take care of his own need.

Once he got back to his room, Ethan's dick had gotten softer, and he was feeling too deflated to even try and finally knock one out. He thought about how Grayson looked after he came, the look of shame on his face.

Things didn't get much better. The next day, they had breakfast in virtual silence. Ethan finally tried to break the ice when he finished the last scoop of his avocado.

"Bet it took a long time cleaning up last night," he said.

"Ethan!" Grayson snapped. "We're not gonna talk about that, alright?" He glared straight into Ethan's eyes. "Like, ever. Got it?"

Ethan sat stoned-faced. How could they never talk about it? They had just permanently crossed a line as brothers. Before that, the gayest thing they'd ever done together was occasionally watch porn together, but only when they were both horny and exhausted from traveling, jerking themselves under the sheets, each in separate double beds in a hotel room.

It had to be talked about. But Ethan knew his brother. Sometimes Grayson just needed time. Ethan would just have to wait.

Later that morning, they were working out when Ethan suddenly realized he'd made a grave mistake. He still hadn't cum since last night, and Grayson was loading up the weights on the squat rack. Ethan was about to be forced to view his favorite in-person porno play out yet again in front of his eyes, with a level of horniness he didn't think he'd ever experienced before.

To make matters worse, Grayson was wearing a new pair of shorts that Ethan just knew was going to drive him crazy. Short red ones made of this clingy combed cotton, and Ethan swore they were at least a half-size too small.

Ethan tried to look away, but his eyes flicked back to his brother's backside as soon as he heard his brother grunt as he lowered himself down, the heavy barbell held up against Grayson's shoulders with his strong arms. As he bent his knees, Grayson's ass pushed out further and further, until Ethan saw the fabric of the shorts straining to hold in his brother's mighty ass.

Ethan felt like his body had just been tossed in an oven, with prickly heat all over him as he felt his dick swell again too. There was a pang of pain as his balls ached.

He worried he might even be hallucinating when he could've sworn he saw the outline of his brother's hole through his too-thin shorts. The same one he'd fingered last night.

Grayson quickly raised back up, then shrugged the barbell off his shoulders, and the weights slammed to the floor, quaking their gym. Ethan was shocked. "Gray, are you okay?" Ethan asked. "That could've gone straight through the floor, bro." Grayson turned around, glaring at this brother.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Grayson asked in a mocking tone. Then he pointed below Ethan. Ethan looked down and saw what looked like— yep, that was his precum on the floor. He'd been so entranced that he hadn't realized his growing dick had snaked its way through his boxer briefs, the head drizzling precum as it rested between his thigh and shorts.

"Oh, fuck," Ethan murmured.

"You're fucking disgusting, Ethan," Grayson said. Ethan could see the repulsion in his brother's eyes. A vein on Grayson's neck had popped out, and Grayson walked toward Ethan, his muscles juiced up from the set. For a moment, Ethan was legitimately scared of what Grayson was about to do. "We're brothers, Ethan. It's not just gay, it's incest. That fucking illegal. And even if it weren't, like that's just fucking weird, bro. I'm working out and you're literally cumming on the floor, which I hope you're gonna clean up by—"

The adrenaline pumping through Ethan gave him a sudden burst of confidence. "Bro, shut up, you're literally the one who made me fingerbang you last night."

Grayson grimaced at "fingerbang". "You're the one who broke my fucking dildo, bro!" Grayson screamed at Ethan, leaning in his reddening face until Ethan could feel flecks of spit hit his cheeks. "You used something that'd been up my ass, Ethan! You're a fucking freak!"

Ethan was actually trembling now, although he was trying his best to hide it. The brothers had promised to never punch each other, but with all the blood and testosterone flowing through Grayson right now after his workout, Ethan really couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, Grayson pivoted and walked over to one of their weight benches. For a split second, Ethan thought maybe Grayson would just continue with his workout to get out his aggression out. But then, to Ethan's surprise, Grayson pulled down his shorts and underwear. Ethan stood in stunned silence, his mouth agape, as Grayson stepped out of them and laid face-down on the wide, black leather bench. Grayson pushed back his dick and balls so he could lay entirely flat, and then let his legs dangle off the sides. He turned his face away from Ethan.

"W-what are you doing?" Ethan stammered quietly.

"You're gonna fuck me," Grayson said, his voice echoing around the gym. "If you're such a freak and want to fuck your brother, let's just do it and get it over with. Then you can finally be fucking satisfied and we can never talk about this again."

Confused and suspicious, Ethan walked slowly over to Grayson. He wanted to ask more questions, but the sight of his brother's plump buns stupefied him once again, with his cock quickly pulsing back up to full wood. Meekly, Ethan squatted down to part his brother's cheeks. When he did, he was intoxicated by both the sight of that tight pink hole, now in the daylight, and the special brand of sweaty musk that Ethan could smell from his brother's exposed crack.

"Two rules: go slow, and don't cum inside me or I'll rip your fucking dick off."

"Kay," said Ethan. Ethan hocked and spat a loogie on his brother's hole, then began fingering him just like last night. This time, Grayson stayed completely silent. But Ethan knew he was doing good work when he found his brother's spot, and Grayson's dick, pinned back against the leather, started to grow.

For always looking so tight, Ethan was surprised how quickly Grayson was opening up. He figured last night probably helped stretch him. But Grayson's hole didn't even twitch once, which made Ethan think his brother wanted it a little more than he let on.

When Ethan finally got a third finger in, and Grayson's dick was throbbing, a bead of precum glistening in his slit, Ethan pulled down his shorts and underwear, kicking them off. His dick swung round, he didn't think he'd even been harder. He spit twice in his hand and then palmed his dick, making sure every inch was glistening.

Ethan had to smirk when he finally felt the tip of his head press against his brother's warm entrance. He pushed, and his smirk spread into a wide, silly grin when he saw the full tip disappear inside Grayson's muscular ass. But that was the easy part.

The twins both had what they referred to as torpedo-shaped dicks. Rather small heads, but the shaft quickly flared out to their full widths, then sloping back down to normal once you got to the base. So Ethan knew the hardest part was yet to come.

He pushed gently, and surprisingly Grayson didn't seem to mind. In fact, he could've swore he saw Grayson's dick throb hard a couple times right after. When he started really pushing in, though, is when Grayson started to groan with discomfort. Ethan stopped, letting his brother's already-stretched ring adjust to his girthy cock.

When he was sure Grayson must be ready again, he started squeezing in further. Grayson's groan quickly shot up to a yell. "Ahh, fuck! Go slow, what did I fucking say?" Grayson yelled.

"I am going slow!" Ethan shouted, though he knew that wasn't true. He was so impatient to pound away. Then he leaned his head forward and let another mouthful of spit drop onto where Grayson's hole was puckered around his pulsing dick. Then, after a few more moments, slid more in.

Grayson groaned dramatically, slamming a fist into the bench, but the extra spit seemed to help, as Ethan was able to squeeze in the full width with little protestation from the coiffed-haired cutie.

Ethan pulled out a bit carefully, then pushed back in. Grayson stayed silent.

"You're taking this like a champ," Ethan said.

"Shut the fuck up," Grayson said through gritted teeth.

With his next pump, Ethan went a little bit further. Suddenly, he saw Grayson's expression seem to light up in the mirror facing the bench. That's the spot, Ethan thought, remembering a similar expression on his brother's face last night. He pulled out and in again, and he could've sworn he heard a tiny moan croak out of his brother's throat.

Newly confident, and desperate to get his full dick in, Ethan dared to go a bit deeper. Yep, that was a moan, Ethan thought, as Grayson slapped a hand against his own mouth, then buried his face in the bench. Ethan began building a rhythm, plunging his big dick in and out of his little brother. Not his entire length, though, since Ethan wasn't sure how deep you could even go in a guy's ass, and he didn't want to push his luck, as he could hear Grayson's muffled moans and knew his bottoming bro was enjoying that big torpedo middle pressing against his p-spot.

Pumping away, Ethan suddenly felt that tingle behind his balls, and he had to stop mid-thrust. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, Ethan thought frantically. He remembered the one thing that always helped him not prematurely ejaculate.

Womp womp womp, Ethan sang in his head. Yeah-ee-ah-ee yeahh! It was the old James Charles meme. Womp womp womp! The vision of James's ghostly face attempting to sing worked once more. The need to cum passed.

Pulling back before another thrust, Ethan looked down and saw the lips of his brother's ass pussy puckered around his cock. He was stretching Grayson out so much, it was like Gray's ass was trying to suck his cock whenever he pulled out some.

He pushed back into Grayson's warm, wet, velvety ass, and then continued to pump. At one point he repositioned his foot, causing his dick to tilt down a bit more, and then Ethan could've sworn he started hearing his brother utter little high-pitched "uhhhn" sounds with every pound. Encouraged, Ethan tilted his hips down a little bit more, to where his iron missile was pile-driving nearly straight down into Grayson's ass. In the mirror, Ethan saw Grayson's handsome head suddenly shoot up from being buried in the bench. Grayson's eyes were rolling back into his head.

Ethan kept his rhythm. Looking down, he saw Grayson's ring suddenly clamp down a bit on Ethan's dick. Ethan grunted from how good that felt, then Grayson's ass widened back out. Then Ethan saw Grayson's balls pull up a bit, and Grayson's bulbous prostate, bulging out between his hole and his balls, pulsed hard, almost seeming to squeeze.

Suddenly, a hot white load of cum rocketed out of Grayson's red, rock hard dick. It shot between Ethan's thrusting legs and Ethan heard it splatter behind them, all over the chest fly machine. With another pile-drive, Ethan watched Grayson's prostate squeeze hard again, and a split second later another big load shot out.

Holy shit, Ethan thought. I'm milking him with my fucking dick.

Piledrive after piledrive, Grayson's cock blasted load after load. Clearly his balls had managed to restock overnight. Obsessed with the control over his brother's pleasure, Ethan couldn't help himself from keep going. And though the bulb of Grayson's prostate kept pulsing each time, the loads eventually got smaller and smaller, until it seemed as if Grayson was stilling cumming, but had actually run out of cum. His dick would still quiver as if it were shooting, but it was just blanks.

God, I milked him completely dry. Suddenly something primal kicked into Ethan. He looked up at his brother with his eyes still rolling back, his mouth agape. Ethan felt that warm tingle, but even the meme couldn't help him now. He was in animalistic breeding mode now. With a loud growl, Ethan felt his aching balls seize, and he finally pounded his giant saved-up load inside his brother's ass. Something inside Ethan made him want to breed his seed, as far deep as he could. He heard Grayson grunt in pain as Ethan forced the last inch of his dick in, and sprayed a couple more shots inside.

Breathless, the intense warmth of the orgasm slowly cooled out of Ethan's body. He collapsed on top of Grayson, his dick still balls-deep. Ethan's ballsack loosened and drooped on top of his brother's, which flanked Grayson's softening dick.

Ethan smirked to himself, thinking, Now it's really gay, because our balls touched.

"Ummm Ethan?" Grayson asked, his voice strained.

"Yeah, Gray?" Ethan replied, expecting him to say something like, Get the fuck off me.

Instead, Grayson lifted his head, his brow furrowed, and demanded, "You didn't just shoot YOUR FUCKING LOAD IN ME, DID YOU?!"

Ethan gulped.

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Part 2 of this drabble

Don’t mind me just dropping some more bp smut for ya ❤️‍🔥

WC: 1577

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Ethan has a problem.

He could admit that he was often impatient, insatiable, hard to please only because he wanted so much.

Ethan had never had a problem getting what he wanted; it was easy enough to bend Grayson to his will. Maybe Ethan took advantage of that sometimes, sue him!

Ethan’s problem wasn’t Grayson and his pliant nature towards him, it was their first time together that had brought on this crisis.

Ethan at least had self-control before Grayson fucked him into oblivion, he had once possessed morals and knew right from wrong. Now, after experiencing the intensity and pleasure that came from getting opened up by your own twin, Ethan hadn’t been able to fulfill his need for Grayson since. It was deeper than just surface level desire, something bred into him, into his DNA and the molecules that made him up. The way he needed Grayson was carnal, primal, deep-seated inside of him.

It’s not like they weren’t messing around— Grayson was balls deep inside of him on more days than not, or at least with his head between his thighs if either of them was too tired.

Ethan found himself in a precarious position, standing over Grayson and watching him as he slept peacefully. He’d had one of those dreams, the ones full of hot touches and desperate moans for more. Ethan had woken up drenched in his own sweat beside Grayson, and with a sizable wet spot in his panties. After Ethan had gotten up, wiped his face of sweat, and drank some water, he could still feel the burning need in the pit of his stomach and the wet glide between his legs. Grayson still wasn’t awake, though, somehow.

Now, Ethan stood before him, contemplating whether to wake him up or just let it be, ask him to fuck him in the morning when they were both well rested and sane. Ethan simply couldn’t survive that long without Grayson inside of him, though.

Ethan’s guilt and shame was nearly nonexistent as he reached down to grab the edge of Grayson’s duvet, slowly peeling it off of him so he could see what he was working with. He was rationalizing it by insisting to himself that Grayson would’ve said yes anyway. Asking for it was merely a formality. His twin always slept in just his boxers, a fact that Ethan was praising God for at the moment. Even better, Grayson had moved onto his back at some point, making this just a tad bit easier. Ethan knew what he was doing was very bad. He should’ve just woken Grayson up and begged for it like always, but Grayson looked so peaceful, so beautiful and warm and soft as he slept. Ethan was convinced Grayson wouldn’t mind getting woken up by this.

Grayson stirred slightly as the cold air hit his skin, though the change in temperature didn’t wake him fully, the younger twin simply settling back into his pillows.

Ethan only started moving again when Grayson’s breathing deepened, signaling he was at least back to sleep. He wanted to take his time like always, trace every groove of muscle on Grayson’s chest and praise him for how beautiful he was. He knew he couldn’t exactly be thorough, though. Ethan’s next move was to slip out of his own panties, glad all he’d worn to bed was an oversized shirt and the now-soiled underwear that laid forgotten on the floor. He climbed on top of Grayson at an agonizingly slow pace, straddling his thick thighs and freezing when he moved at all. Ethan was amazed at what his brother could withstand while he was asleep, still breathing evenly and even snoring occasionally.

Ethan felt insane as he eyed Grayson in the darkness of his room, eyes landing on the soft cock hidden in his boxers. His touches were cautious, ginger swipes of his fingers at first, tracing the outline of it to test whether Grayson would move or not. Grayson was still sound asleep, and it made Ethan want him even more. It wasn’t until Ethan cupped the length that Grayson began to harden against him, growing in his boxers and looking like he’d burst out of them. Ethan could feel himself clench at the thought of it inside of him, knowing he wouldn’t need any prep with how needy he was.

Ethan found it a little harder to pull the waistband down and slip him out, adrenaline pulsing through him. Grayson did finally move, made a quiet, low groan in response to Ethan wrapping his hand around his dick, which made Ethan freeze. Grayson mumbled something in his sleep, almost sounding like Ethan’s name. The older twin would have to tease him about his dreams later.

“Grayson,” Ethan said in a whispery, sing-songy way, relying on his touch as he slowly stroked Grayson to full mast, watching Grayson furrow his brows in his sleep. Ethan let go of him just for a second, just so he could reach down and scoop some of his fluids from between his legs, using it to make his stroking a little easier. Grayson groaned again, louder than the first time, fidgeting under Ethan.

Ethan didn’t stop even as Grayson started to properly wake up, leaning one of his hands behind him on Grayson’s thigh and using the other to guide his cock toward his entrance, unable to help the relieved whine that escaped his lips at the feeling of being spread apart. Ethan was very aware of the importance of foreplay, and that he shouldn’t just be sitting on Grayson’s dick without it, but he was obsessed with the sting, the way it felt to be split open in just a few seconds.

Ethan spread his knees just so he’d go deeper, biting harshly on his bottom lip to keep himself from practically screaming. He rolled his hips slowly, watching Grayson’s face intently and trying not to lose it before his brother even woke up.

Grayson had been having some pleasant dream with Ethan in it, blurry glimpses of his brother’s face while they did the most domestic things possible, something Grayson dreamed about often. When his dream turned into Ethan shoving his hand down his pants and bursts of pleasure coursing through him, he almost didn’t want to wake up. It was hard not to, though, especially with Ethan on top of him, increasing his pace and being so selfish, fucking himself with his brother’s cock, completely lost in the feeling.

Grayson’s hands immediately went to grip at Ethan’s thighs in surprise, eyes wide and still sandy with sleep, moaning at the shock of what was occurring on top of him. “Ethan-“ he said shakily, closing his eyes again when all Ethan did was move faster, his noises sweet and loud. “What are you doing?” Grayson got out, reaching down to grab the hem of Ethan’s oversized shirt and pulling it up, watching the absolute mess of arousal between them, loving the way he looked sliding in and out of his twin.

Ethan couldn’t possibly speak right now, or even try to defend himself. Grayson pushing his shirt up gave him a clear view of them moving together too, letting out one last groan before he came on top of Grayson, fluttering and clenching around him.

“Pervert,” Grayson breathed, grabbing Ethan’s hips and starting to guide his movements. The older twin was pliant in his hands, moving exactly as he wanted and not letting his own oversensitivity stop Grayson from using him to come, too. “Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?”

Ethan shook his head and cried out as Grayson fucked up into him, scrambling to take his shirt off so he wouldn’t feel so hot, though it really did nothing to regulate his temperature. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he rambled, trying to move with him and keep up.

Grayson obeyed without question and thrusted up into Ethan’s body with firm, long thrusts, gripping him so firmly that he knew there’d be hand-shaped marks there for him to kiss and soothe away. Grayson, still overwhelmed from being woken up like this, took only a few moments longer before he was forcing Ethan all the way down into his lap, filling him up to the brim.

Ethan happily took the load, squeezing around him to try and milk everything out of him, so desperate for the warm feeling to never end. “Good boy,” he praised, breathing harshly. “I knew you’d let me, you love me that much,” Ethan attempted to explain himself, slowly lifting his hips up to let him slip out. It was like a show for Grayson, his cock slapping down onto his stomach heavy and wet, Ethan angling his hips so Grayson could see his own come dripping out of him.

Grayson couldn’t possibly try to dispute that, feeling hypnotized by how slutty Ethan could be, making sure he could see him at the perfect angle. “I do. I do love you that much,” Grayson agreed without question, already feeling his cock twitch with interest, especially at the feeling of his come dripping back onto him.

Ethan smirked and leaned forward, grabbing Grayson’s chin to keep him still as he planted a kiss to his lips, tongue immediately tangling with Grayson’s hotly. Ethan only pulled away when it was absolutely necessary, panting close to his face.

“Please don’t go back to sleep,” Ethan begged softly.

“I won’t, E, I’m all yours.”

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