Twinsensibility Part Nine

[dysonrules]

Whoa, cutting this one close. It's still Twinsday here for... 53 more minutes! WOOT! This is unbetaed because I finished it... like now.

Lorcan held Lysander for a short time, until his heart rate returned to a semblance of normalcy. Bloody hell, he had never expected Lysander to… well, to anything. He had grown accustomed to his obsession with his brother, but he had barely dared to hope that Lysander would return his feelings.

He tipped his head back against Lysander’s shoulder and their lips met. He could feel Lysander’s cock, hard and throbbing against his buttocks. He broke the kiss and rolled over with a quick movement to pin his brother against the mattress.

“Lys,” he said huskily. His brother’s eyes, mirror images of his own, were dark and his pupils were dilated. He was utterly beautiful and Lorcan paused for a moment, realizing the Narcissism of the thought. He shook it off when Lysander smiled, causing Lorcan’s heart to flip over. It was wrong to be smitten with his identical twin, but he was reaching the point where he really didn’t care.

He kissed Lysander’s full lips while his hands worked on the buttons of his brother’s school uniform. He kissed a path over Lysander’s chin and down his throat to blaze a trail over the flesh revealed by his busy hands. Lorcan wanted to taste all of him.

He made short work of the waistband of Lysanders’s trousers, nearly tearing them in his urgency. Lysander’s hand cupped his chin and lifted until their eyes met.

“Lorcan,” Lysander said gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Lorcan swallowed heavily and nodded, moderating his movements. Lysander wore dark blue briefs with a silvery sheen. Lorcan recognized them from their last shopping trip to Diagon Alley. The bulge revealed made Lorcan’s mouth go dry. He turned his head and rested his cheek on it, feeling the hardness and rubbing it against his face. Lysander made a whimpering squeak.

Lorcan turned his head and pressed his lips against Lysander’s silk covered cock. He ran his mouth up and down the length a couple of times, heart pounding at Lysander’s quivering response.

Merlin, did he dare to make such a move? So far they had only kissed, until Lysander had touched him, but even that could be chalked up to curious experimentation. This, however… This would be admitting deviancy, embracing aberration. They would be reviled by others if the truth ever became known.

Lysander made a soft cry and one hand fastened lightly in Lorcan’s hair. His worries evaporated. He wanted this; they both wanted this.

Lorcan’s fingers tucked into the waistband of the blue material and eased it down, revealing Lysander’s erection bit by bit. It was fascinating, like seeing his own from a different angle, except that looking at his own cock had never given him such a thrill.

He licked it experimentally and Lysander gasped. “Lorcan.” His voice sounded choked and Lorcan felt a rush of possessive pride. Regardless of how flirtatious Lysander acted, Lorcan knew no one had ever done this to him. This prize was his alone.

He licked a wet stripe from base to tip and then took the whole of it into his mouth. He tried his best to swallow it whole and then sucked hard as he lifted back to the tip, where he swirled his tongue over the head as if it was one of Lysander’s prized lollipops.

“Fuck, Lorcan! Where did you learn to do that?” Lysander asked hoarsely.

Lorcan released his cock with a light popping sound. “I might have done some research,” he admitted. The hand tightened in his hair with a painful wrench.

“Research on whom?” Lysander demanded.

“Books, damn it!” Lorcan yelped. “Just books!”

The hand attempting to tear out his hair lessened the pressure. “Books?”

“Yes, Lysander! I haven’t been with anyone. I’m not the tarty one that crawls into people’s laps and—”

“Lorcan,” he reprimanded. He clamped his lips shut, knowing his brother was right. Now was definitely not the time to get into a row. Instead he smirked and then turned his attention back to the project at hand—making Lysander scream.

It worked better than expected. Lorcan mentally catalogued every whisper, every murmur, and every cry his brother made in response to his eager tongue. Lysander could not even speak after Lorcan reduced him to panting gasps and quivering moans. His brother’s climax was unexpected. One moment he was whimpering incoherently, something that could have been either, “Lor, Lor, Lor” or “more more more” and then he made a high, keening noise and clenched his hand in Lorcan’s hair again.

Warm fluid filled Lorcan’s mouth and hit the back of his throat, nearly causing him to gag reflexively, but it was Lysander, so he steeled himself and swallowed, grimacing at the taste. Bloody hell, it would take some time to get used to that!

His brother’s reaction was well worth it, however. He kept his eyes on Lysander’s face, loving the sight of his bared throat, open mouth, and blissful expression. Fuck, he knew he would carry that vision forever.

When Lysander’s shuddering gasps died away and the tightness in his hair relaxed, Lorcan released his brother’s cock and moved upward to collapse upon his chest. Lysander’s arms wrapped around him tightly.

“Love you,” Lysander breathed.

Lorcan could not speak. He could only tighten his grip on Lysander and lose himself in the warmth of his embrace. Lysander already knew how he felt and words could not really encompass it.

He tried anyway, because his brother deserved it. “Lys.”

Lysander stroked his back and then tucked an soft hand into his hair, patting gently the way he had done when they were children. “Shhhh. I know.”

Lorcan sighed in contentment and dozed off, secure in his brother’s devotion.

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