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lovehotelreservation · 9 months ago

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I Know He's Better Than Me - He Knows He's Better Than Me

Summary: The decision was straightforward. After graduating, you were going to marry your college sweetheart, Alfonse.

And yet, on a night meant to celebrate his accomplishments, you still find yourself straying to the side of someone you shouldn’t.

LÍf is Alfonse’s older brother after all.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Alfonse, Reader/LÍf

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Spring was here.

The chills of winter had come and passed, replaced now with afternoons full of warmth and sunshine as budding flowers began to bloom with the new season.

Fitting, as Alfonse was expected to formally announce his official appointment as a member of the family company’s executive board. At last, the time of inheritance of burdensome prestige had arrived.

And with graduation looming around the corner, it would certainly be a miracle for him to have the time to take you out on a proper date.

Still, rather than lament, there was time for levity. Tonight would celebrate his ascension to the company board with a lavish party at the family mansion, helmed by Henriette and Sharena.

Of course, you would be in attendance, as the glittering diamond ring on your left finger would affirm.

With the party set to begin in a couple hours, you were about ready to head down and join Sharena with greeting tonight’s guests. You were adorned in nothing short of your best glamor--whatever you had your eye on, Alfonse was eager to buy on your behalf, even if you insisted on paying for your items yourself. At this point, all you had to do was check yourself over to ensure that you were presented as flawlessly as possible.

Perfection.

An impossible burden for anyone to achieve, let alone your darling Alfonse. But as his lover, you would do all you could to help him shoulder the responsibility that he was primed to bear.

It didn’t matter if you would spend the next few hours checking over your appearance to an excruciating degree–you couldn’t bear the mere idea of disgracing your lover on such an important night. Thus, within the bedroom of your fiancé, you gazed right at your reflection on the mirror of his vanity, making sure that not a smudge or smear of make-up had gone unnoticed.

And then the doorknob that led into the room twisted and turned.

A familiar face emerged within the reflection of the mirror’s vanity.

“Oh, Alfonse…!”

A smile immediately tugged on your lips before you pressed them together to ensure an even coat of lipstick was applied. Turning your head towards him, you continued with a twinkle in your eyes, “...finished with preparing your speech?”

His expression was blank at first.

But as he heard you speak, his eyes closed for a moment.

Alfonse sighed.

A conflicted noise.

“Yeah, about that…”

For a moment, Alfonse’s hand lingered on the doorknob, just moments before he strode on ahead towards you, making sure to leave the door open just slightly ajar.

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Why did he even bother showing up here?

Líf sighed, taking a moment to roll up the sleeve of his black button-up shirt as he continued to meander along through the familiar surroundings of his childhood home, his inked arms revealed after once strategically covered upon entering through the mansion foyer. Though, the sight of astonished stares and nervous shifts from annoyingly wealthy rich faces he first received from other party guests made him wish that he tossed formality to the flames and just showed up in a muscle shirt and shorts–anything that would undoubtedly cause stifling rigid tradition to doubletake at his rebellion.

But if there was anything he refused to bear on this evening, it was attention.

That was all meant for his younger brother anyhow, especially since the only attention he cared to capture was yours alone.

And the last thing he wanted was for you to get caught up even further in the moronic politics of the family you would soon be officially a part of–even if the thought of that imminent day when Alfonse would be whisking you away in your wedding whites in matrimonial bliss clawed at his heart.

For now, he would savor every moment he could by your side, while you were still within reach, while your hand could still sneakily grasp onto his own before taking his brother’s for good.

Though he anticipated there wouldn’t be much of an opportunity for you to be alone together much, he still looked forward to seeing you.

As soon as he could find you at least.

While Líf continued onwards, he only had one destination in mind.

Alfonse’s bedroom.

While his reason for being here was mainly for you, he was originally tasked with finding his brother first by none other than Sharena. With Gustav soon set to make his toast in commemoration of his son’s grand ascension, this meant that finding the currently missing Alfonse was of absolute importance.

And Líf couldn’t exactly say no to Sharena literally pushing him on, pouting and huffing over how their brother could be late on such a momentous occasion.

An occasion that at once was originally meant for him, but one he vehemently refused.

And now his younger brother would get to bear the burden of an enforced familial legacy while also getting to marry the love of their lives.

At once a neutral smile, his lips curled down at the thought right as he–at last–finally approached the door that led to Alfonse’s bedroom.

One tatted hand reached to grab the doorknob when he suddenly heard an all-too familiar whine from within.

Líf immediately froze, his fingers tensing while his stoic expression broke as his eyes widened.

He’d recognize that precious little noise anywhere.

As that same sound repeated–this time breathier in timbre–his lips parted as he was about to call your name while he stepped forward, until the flash of a familiar shade of blue that was akin to his own hair caught his eye and his breath through the crack in the door.

And then he peered further inside, feeling his chest become hollow while his stomach twisted into a maligned knot before plummeting down to the pit of his very being.

He could see Alfonse and he could see you.

Together, with you seated, bouncing on his brother’s lap. Whatever niceties you had planned for the evening was all in utter disarray–your hair let loose, your lipstick smeared from messy kisses, your breasts spilling forth out the front of your dress after it was likely yanked down, your dress’s hem shoved up to reveal the sight of your core swiveling up and down the long length of his cock, your expression hot and red with flustered ecstasy.

All the while Alfonse continued to imprison you within his grasp, one hand guiding you up and down his dick as he continued to squeeze and fondle your breasts with the other hand, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your neck as a sure means to be an absolute pain to try covering up at the party. Though his expression was just as pleasured, there was a certain intensity to his demeanor–while his kind blue eyes continued to admire the sight of your body rolling against his, there was a furrow to his brow that made his behavior seem more calculating.

Líf would know. He was his older brother.

And such was why he wasn’t all that too surprised by what he heard next.

“Are you just going to stand there, Líf? Can’t you see that I’m trying to have a personal moment with my fiancé?”

Líf immediately darted his eyes on you and you alone through the door’s opening.

Horrified didn’t even begin to describe the look that immediately swept on your face. Your wide eyes, the sudden tensing of your body, the desperate flail of your arms to try and cover yourself

“A-Alfonse…please! Líf’s right there–!”

And yet, you continued to bounce helplessly away upon Alfonse’s cock–how could you not, what with the commanding grip he had on your hip.

Whereas he simply guided you through the rhythm, it was at your response that his teeth suddenly clenched tight together as his arms then wrapped around you from behind in a tight vice, locking you further in place against him as he began to pummel away into you with a surge of vicious fervor.

“So protecting his feelings is what you care for most?!” Alfonse exclaimed just moments before he buried his face in your neck, the stern look on his features breaking with the muffled sob he then let out. “You��re really choosing the man who’s been trying to steal you away from me?”

You gasped with a vehement shake of your head. “No, that’s not–!”

“I won’t stand for it!” Alfonse lifted his head right as he grasped your chin, turning your head so you were made to look right into his tearful eyes as he declared, “I’ll never stand for it! I love you more than anything else and I’ll prove it to you right here and now…!”

And as Alfonse slammed into you even harder, so did his bedroom door shut, shoved shut with such intense fury that the hinges groaned from tremendous strain.

Yet Líf’s fist remained firmly curled at his side as he stormed away.

Too many emotions swirled within him, a tempest of fury and anguish that he had done all he could to quell over the years but was quickly spilling forth.

This damned day, this damned family, this damned life–his brother could have it all and more.

Everything except you.

Selfish guilt be damned.

The next time he saw you, those condoms were going to be trashed.

You’ve always been so damn indecisive–as you continued to leave your choice up in the air, he would gladly and vengefully make it for you.

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