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Aaron came home and immediately threw his passenger bag on the floor by the shoe rack and takes off his shoes. Then he remembered that even though he is tired to the bones and angry at the public transport people he has to deal with every day on his way home, even though he can be considerate to his roommates and respect the rules of not throwing stuff on the floor. He picks the bag up and hooks it up on the hanger.
He hears light sounds of music coming from the kitchen and in the air there is smell of basil and oregano. Even though he is tired after his shift at hospital, he at least was able to come home at reasonable hour and not at 3 am in the morning, like usually. Thanks to him coming early, he can now appreciate the cozy notions of his family preparing dinner and turning in for the night.
He goes to the end of a short hallway leading to an open concept kitchen, living room and kind of art studio with one whole wall dedicated to art pieces of all kinds. To his right, there’s his brother, facing the oven from which he is taking out a tray with, guessing by the smell, garlic bread.
Aaron took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The rock ballad on the
The domestic bliss was hard-won and after they established the relationship, he decided to enjoy every fucking bit of it.
,,Don’t stand there like a creep,” Andrew mutters, still with his back toward his brother. ,,Work okay?” He asks as he puts the garlic bread onto a tray.
Aaron goes to wash his hands and then takes the filled plates with him to the dining table, meanwhile he describes the last 3 hours of his shift, which was just… not good. A bus filled with teenage kids from volleyball team went into a skid. No deaths, but a few of the kids were close to it enough that Aaron and his team had hands full of emergency work. When Aaron was leaving, all of them thankfully were stabilised.
“And you?” He asks as they sit together. Andrew’s eyes are tired and the blue spots under his eyes are more pronounced.
“Mhm,” Andrew humms, taking a small bite of the pasta and thoughtfully chewing.
“Had to write an assessment regarding a murderer profile based on only few pieces of information about him. But tomorrow, his alleged kid is coming in to our department and she’s going to give us more info.”
He sips his water.
Aaron waits him out, as he’s almost wolfing down his delicious portion. Andrew does not cook as often as Aaron would like, but he will take his blessings.
“It sucks,” Andrew furrows his eyebrows.
“It does,” Aaron validates his feelings. He chews and enjoys the silence, filled with Sleep token songs from the new album that Andrew listens a lot lately, not a day going by without Aaron hearing this music coming out of the speakers or blasting from earphones.
They finally stand up and take the dishes to the dishwasher, the leftovers are put into the oven again, just to keep the dish warm.
Andrew immediately after the cleanup heads further to the apartment, walking straight to the bathroom, letting the door open a bit, an invitation.
Aaron takes it as a clue it is, but before he heads there too, he fishes out some fruit, hidden somewhere in the full fridge, cuts up some peach, apple, pineapple and melon, adds a fork to the bowl. He then takes it to the hallway leading to the bathroom and puts it on top of a small chest of drawers there.
He knocks and the reward is a grunt that means a permit.
The bathroom is filled with fog from the shower.
Andrew stands almost naked, he has his black boxers and armbands on, at the sink and his head is low, between his shoulders, looking… not defeated, but definitely infinitely tired.
He grinds his teeth and hisses: ,,I need to stop thinking.”
Aaron gets slight goosebumps. He’ll never get tired of this feeling right before they get together in a way brothers should never get.
He goes to stand behind Andrew and after Andrew’s prominent nod, two times, which Aaron always insists he does, if he cannot use his words anymore.
Aaron puts his hands on Andrew’s hips, his front sticking to Andrew’s back, thanks to the heat of the room. He slowly drags his palms over his brother’s sides, lower stomach and finally his pecks then up, up, up and there they are, the nipples. He puts his lips firstly on the spine, where he puts the first few kisses, then he drags his mouth over to Andrew’s pulse on the side of his neck.
,,That I can provide,” he says in such a low voice he surprises even himself.
Andrew snorts and straightens his spine, so Aaron has a better access to his neck.
“Hmm, I guess.” He sighs when Aaron tweaks both of his nipples and his body arches so beautifully under Aaron’s touch he starts to get hard embarrassingly fast.
“How do you want to do this,” Aaron asks breathlessly.
Andrew is quiet for some time, thinking. “Get on your knees,” he orders, his voice strengthening and with every word his voice is getting stronger and stronger. “Hands behind your back.”
Aaron obeys without a second to spare. He’s so eager he doesn’t even feel his knees hitting the ceramic floor a little too harshly. But of course Andrew notices, eyes his knees and then shoves the mat in front of the sink in front of Aaron’s bended legs.
“Get on it,” he orders now and it takes a second until Aaron understands what does he mean. He puts his knees on the mat, crawling a little awkwardly because he still holds his hands behind his back.
“Colour?”
That is a kind of new progression for their dynamic. Few months ago, they started to attend La seduction élégante, an event promising live educational but also just enjoyable scenes, most of them not very vanilla and most of them very BDSM. They attended already 8 times, and Kevin will probably never shut up about how he showed them this kind of world when he first invited them to the event.
Aaron loves how they implement stuff from the things they see or hear about at La seduction élégante into their relationship.
“Green,” he says clearly, so there is no question behind it. He wants Andrew to get rougher and this answer will be the key to it.
Andrew nods and his hand comes to Aaron’s mouth, his thumb slowly circling his brother’s lips, until finally, he pushes inside.
Aaron’s eyes flutter, his body shivers from the goosebumps he gets. Touching his brother will never get old. He sucks the finger and envelopes it with his tongue.
“So eager,” Andrew murmurs.
Aaron closes his eyes fully and just focuses on being good and satisfy Andrew in escaping reality. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t approve of bad methods of escaping reality, but this thing he has with his twin is not something… bad. It’s good. So good.
He does not open his eyes when Andrew retreats his finger. He swallows lightly all the saliva that pooled in his mouth when he was essentially blowing Andrew’s finger and waits. He is still slowly getting harder and harder in his pants. He quietly laments that he has his tight jeans on, into which he changed at the hospital after his shift. He should have change into more comfortable-
And there is Andrew’s cock at his lips, inviting itself into his mouth, slowly tracing Aaron’s lips in the same notion Andrew traced them before with his finger.
Only when Andrew pushes his cock more into the lips, Aaron opens them and welcomes the heat of the member in his mouth.
Since he has his eyes closed, he can focus more on other senses, touch, taste and he also hears the tiniest gasp when Aaron swallows around the cock. He takes Andrew even deeper after that and is rewarded with another gasp.
“So good,” Andrew sounds breathless. Aaron opens his eyes and slowly drags his gaze over his twins body, then finishes at Andrew’s lips, slightly open and hot air getting
through them.
Andrew slowly starts to pick up the pace. His thrusts are getting further down Aaron’s neck, cock marking the back of his throat. He moans and hopes Andrew gets the hint – go faster, harder, rougher.
And Andrew listens to him, as he always does. As brothers, they are attuned to one and the other on different waves, more deeper waves, more than friends, partners or even siblings with age gap have. Aaron’s twin, his other half, puts his hands on Aaron’s head and starts to really lead the movements and both of them close their eyes, though unwillingly, but they’re both high on ecstasy of the moment. The stigma, the wrongness of it do not get even close to the feeling of rightness, properness they get when they make love to each other in any way possible, not just blowjob, anal or simple kissing, but even cooking the dinner, cleaning up the closet they both keep their clothes and frequently wear each others clothes. When Aaron is with his twin, with their hands wondering over each other’s bodie, their crotches grinding over themselves… that’s when he feels the fullest, the best version of himself, because he is at the stage of his life where he feels maybe like he really, really deserves this.
Aaron does not have a gag reflex, which is something that they discovered together with his twin few years ago, in the darkness of a dorm room and on a beanbag.
Andrew abruptly stops, pulls out and taps Aaron’s shoulders. ,,Up.”
Aaron slowly gets up and stretches his slightly numb legs. ,,Can I touch you?”
Andrew is watching him carefully and then he asks: ,,Colours?”
Aaron doesn’t hesitate. “Green.” To which Andrew reacts: ,,Waist and up,,” his eyes promise eternal desire and never ending, slow seduction with the love as the end line.
Then he adds: ,,You can touch my dick.”
Aaron doesn’t wase time and glues himself to his twin, his hands roaming over Andrew’s back, his clothed crotch grinding over Andrew’s thigh. Andrew starts to take off Aaron’s shirt… Well, Andrew’s shirt, to be exact. Aaron immediately presses their lips together in bruising kiss, tounges immediately touching and they’re exchanging one breath after breath after breath.
Then his pants and underwear are gone. He ends up on washing machine, his legs over Andrew’s waist, Aaron’s gaining a few centimetres on Andrew and he has to tilt his head a little to reach Andrew’s mouth.
Suddenly, Andrew puts his hands on Aarons butt and slides him closer to the edge of the washing machine until he is holding almost all of Aaron, his right hand roaming closer and closer to Aaron’s hole. He takes the massage oil from the shelf next to them, coats his fingers on his right hand and then gets up to work the fingers into Aaron’ waiting hole. Afte few pushes of first one, then two fingers he starts to walk with Aaron glued to his body out of the bathroom toward their shared bedroom.
Andrew puts his twin slowly, carefully, on their bed, which is big enough to accommodate more than two people. Then he stands next to the bed and just watches Aaron naked on the bed, slightly stretching his limbs, illuminated only thanks to the lights coming from outside through the two floor-to-ceiling windows.
Andrew visibly swallows and then gets on the bed, slowly reaching Aaron and when his head is near Aaron’s bell, he puts his mouth there. But first, he kisses on the spot where his leg and waist connect. There are three moles Aaron knows Andrew likes to kiss. So, he gets three kisses there. Then up Andrew goes, his mouth stopping on his underbelly, his bellybutton, both of his nipples. And the whole time he grinds his cock over Aarons left thigh. Every thrust is stronger then the one before, pace also quickening.
Aaron tries to remember this - that Andrew likes dragging his dick over his slightly fuller than Andrew’s thighs. He wants to find out if they can connect it to some new kink, then he would investigate what would –
,,Aaron, colour?” Andrew freezes and his voice is tight.
Aaron understands that his thoughts wandering off toward the kinky area reflected on his body language which Andrew is an expert in reading.
“Absolutely green, sorry, just – my mind wondered off somewhere else.”
“Where to?”
Aaron bites his lips. “Somewhere where make it made me hot all over.”
Andrew slightly squints his eyes, assessing him. His evaluation must be positive, because he returns to Aaron’s nipples, dragging his thumbs slowly over the sensitive bud that he is not currently sucking and licking all over, making it harder and harder.
Aaron is painfully hard now. Since his partners found out he loves nipple play and is so very sensitive there, they are relentless and always try to make him come just from the nipple stimulation. They were not successful… yet. But they are both trying for sure every time they get intimate.
He moans when Andrew changes the nipple for the other, his dick almost painfully hard. Andrew’s one hand remains on his nipple, the other travels down. until he reaches Aaron’s hole again.
“Andrew, Drew…” He is lost, his words blurring together, his chants for more louder and louder, his mind getting quieter and quieter until he is a hot mess that his twin has to take care of. He knows Andrew loves being the dominant partner in and sometimes outside of their bed. So he knows his job, that would make Andrew forget everything, is being a good submissive partner.
“You ready for me, brother?” Andrew asks, the end of his sentence making Aaron thrust up towards Andrew’s hips.
“Yeah, mhmmm, yes, Andrew.” He only slightly fights the urge to beg, after years of the practice and respecting the boundaries of his brother. So he doesn’t have problem begging… other ways. He thrusts his hips ups again, his hands settling on the place where Andrew’s ass and back meet and with his fingers, he finds the Apollo dimples. Both of his partners have them and he fucking loves touching them. His other partner has dimples even on his face, which Aaron only read in books before, until he met the redhead he calls his partner now.
Andrew takes his dick into hand and, staring like in fascination at the place his dick and Aaron’s hole meet. At first contact, Aaron murmurs encouragements and tries to relax even more.
“Okay?” Andrew drags his gaze from the hole toward Aaron’s face.
“More than okay, brother. You can, ahh, move faster, mhmm, I can take it, Andrew,” he tries to make full sentence but fails at it horrendously, Andrew’s dick erasing almost every cell in his brain, severing every connection between nerves until only pleasure stayed in his body.
Andrew picks up the pace, moving Aarons right leg up and over his waist, holding it there for better access to Andrew’s now puckered hole.
“Yes, yes, Dre-w,” he chants and realise that he’s getting to the edge embarrassingly fast.
“Coming together, brother?” Andrew asks breathlessly.
“Hmh, yeah, but’ll be there s-soon,” Aaron admits out loud.
Hearing that, Andrew picks up the pace, until he’s pistoning into his twin like a madman, like an animal claiming their pray.
His dick feels so hot inside Aaron.
“Touch yourself,” Andrew orders and immediately his brother obeys.
“Close,” Aaron breathes out and his eyes rolls up into his head.
Andrew’s now moving up and down both of their bodies, his strength making the bed slightly shaking with them.
“Same,” Andrew takes one of his hands and touches Aaron’s chin, making him open his eyes and look right at him. He says silently: “Beautiful. Such a fucking good and beautiful brother.”
That makes Aaron seethe stars he was trying to reach. He comes, his hand catching most of his come, some of it landing on Andrew’s pecks. He unknowingly squeezes the cock inside him and that makes Andrew come in long wave, his come colouring insides of Aaron in the best ways possible.
They breath together through it.
When the cleanup is done and sheets are changed, they lie naked in the bed, Aaron lying half on his brother, his hand scratching Andrew’s slightly soft belly.
They drift off together, their sleep deeper after the sex than usually, and so they do not hear when the front door open and their partner returns home, two cat carriers, one in each hand. He is excited what his partners will say about this new hairy family development.