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Johnny doesn't know if he likes Uncle Jim. He looks just like his Daddy Bear, but there's something off in his rich brown eyes and near-manic smiles. Uncle Jim scares John, but he also makes John feel good. So, so good. When Richard touches him, he's gentle and soft. There's always lots of praise, and lots of kisses. It's soothing, and sweet.

But Uncle Jim is rough.

Uncle Jim's touches are always greedy and desperate, more about his own pleasure than John's. Sometimes he'll tie John down and watch him squirm and writhe as his fingers fill him. John likes that, in a dark, shameful way, and Uncle Jim knows it. He whispers and coos about how he can give him what Daddy Bear can't, and how pretty a slut Johnny is, and though it frightens him he just can't get enough.

So, when he wakes up to find both Daddy Bear and Uncle Jim sitting on the edge of his bed, he doesn't know what to think. At first, he's terrified that something is wrong. "Daddy?" he asks, rubbing the sleepy sand from his big blue eyes. "What's happening?"

"Johnny, Baby Bear, we... We want to share something special with you. Is that okay, baby?"

"Something... Special?"

"Oh, yes, Johnny Boy," Jim coos in response. "We're going to share you." Jim's grin is dangerous, deadly even, and John can't help but shudder as he leans in and kisses him hard.

"I'm going to fill you up," Richard whispers, carefully undressing John's small body, "while you taste Uncle Jim."

John enjoys tasting Uncle Jim, that much he knows. When his throat is stuffed full, and he can't breathe, he knows he can have the slightly sour release if he's good, a good boy. If he... What does Uncle Jim call it? If he makes him cum. Can't say that around your Daddy Bear, Jim told him in the past. That word's for us.

Richard lifts John in his arms and kisses him, gently sucking at his lips and carding hands through his soft golden hair. "It'll be good, Johnny. I promise, it'll be good." With warm, careful hands, Richard positions John on all fours while Jim kneels before him.

It's such an easy thing, to open John. He's soft and receptive, and with each new finger Richard presses into him he whines and rolls his hips. Jim, for his part, is showing considerable restraint. His cock is out, and he traces little Johnny's lips with his head. There's power in it, power in how John looks at him through his blond lashes. John's a vision of debauched purity, naked and blushing as Richard fucks him with his fingers.

"Hurry up," Jim sighs, dragging his thumb over John's cheek. "Look at him, Richie, he's ready. He's ready for me."

"But not for me. I won't hurt him, not like you do."

Jim grumbles and goes back to smearing his precum over Johnny's lips. He looks beautiful like that, so filthy and so angelic...

"Are you ready for us, Johnny?"

"Yes!" he gasps, licking the mess from his lips. "Please, Daddy! Please, Uncle Jim!"

That's all it takes for them to bend down, almost eerily in unison, and press their cocks into his tight, trembling body. As Jim slips into his hot, silk mouth, Richard buries himself in John's tight pussy. Not that he'd ever call it that to John's face-- it's unspeakable, it's vulgar, and John deserves better.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't find it sexy.

John's stuffed full, both holes full of the men who matter most to him, and as they begin to move in tandem he moans around Jim's prick. The brothers focus on John, on their shared pleasure, but never on each other. Never on Jim's narcissism or Richard's self-loathing. Just John, and his velvet skin, and the sweet little coos and groans that issue from his throat.

Their hands roam over him, caressing, stroking, growling and panting as they fuck into him, faster. Entirely in sync. They dislike each other, they hate each other, but this is something primal, coded into their genetics. This, their rhythm, their sex. Twins. Alike in every physical capacity, and god, Johnny looks so good spread between them. Golden in contrast to their pale skin, youthful, desperate. Tumultuous blue eyes wide and wet staring up at Jim, smooth arse grinding against Richard, it's more than sex.

It's intimacy. It's love. Even as he gags, even as he chokes, even as his little dick leaks against his stomach and thighs, John knows his Daddy and his Uncle love him. That this is something they're sharing with him, something rare, something special.

Just like Daddy Bear said.

Two pairs of whiskey-coloured eyes are locked on John as they move, fucking him, claiming him, but never using him. No, they'd never use him. In their own ways, they both love him-- John is Richard's whole world, and to Jim... Well, to Jim, he's the finest fuck he's ever had. So receptive, so submissive, but there's more. There's certainly more there. What his brother feels for John, Jim feels too, and as he watches Johnny drool down his chin as he sucks and licks he realizes he'd do anything to keep him safe.

Anything at all.

"Good boy, John, my sweet little Baby Bear."

"Mmn... Daddy's little slut, aren't you? Eager for our cocks, Johnny?"

He is. He's a good little boy, he's a 'greedy slut', he's everything Daddy Bear and Uncle Jim tell him. They're good things, and he knows this. They're praises.

When they near their limits, Richard warns him by trailing his fingers down John's spine and tapping gently on his tailbone. "I'm close, love," Richard pants. Jim, however, give no warning as he thrusts deeper. John's nose tickles the hair above the base of his cock as he takes him, all of him, and his fingers tangle in John's hair as he pulses and spills into his throat.

"Swallow," he commands. "Show me how much you love my cum."

Johnny obeys. He always obeys, because he's a good boy.

As Jim pulls out, excess semen and spit dribbles down John's face and onto the bed. His lips are swollen and red. When he turns to look at Richard, with his lids heavy and his mouth parted, Richard's hips stutter and he cries his precious baby's name as he spills into him.

While his brother is busy riding out his climax, Jim lifts Johnny and mouths over his stiff cock, licking and sucking as if he's a treat, something to savor. He's still on his hands and knees, resting against Jim's face. There's an emptiness as Richard pulls out and drops his head, sucking the cum from John's open, fresh-fucked little hole.

The stimulation is too much, and John cries as he comes, covering Jim's lips and chin with his release. Sweating, panting, he's exhausted already, and as Richard takes him into his arms he gives a soft little coo of pleasure.

"I'm so proud of you, baby, you did so good," Richard coos, rocking the naked child in his arms.

"Oh, yes, Johnny. You've got so much potential... it's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Just. Like. You." Jim leans down and kisses John, right on his forehead, and for once it's tender. It's full of adoration, and neither desperate not greedy. Safe.

"I... I want this again sometime," John whispers, peeking up at the twins, flushed and shy. "Please? Pretty please?"

"Oh, John," Richard says, smiling down at him. "Of course we can."