Twinsensibility Part Thirty Eight

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Once again squeaking in under the wire... WOOT!!!! On to the Twinsmut!

“So, Lorcan, how do you feel?” Lysander asked calmly and tossed his blond locks out of his eyes with a practiced shake of his head. Tendrils of hair clung to his forehead despite the movement.

“Fine,” Lorcan replied.

Lysander snorted. “Only fine? How about now?” He sat down hard and shifted his pelvis forward a bit at the same time, sending a jolt through Lorcan’s cock that travelled all the way to his toes. Lorcan’s hands tightened on Lysander’s thighs and he stared up into his brother’s gleaming blue eyes.

His eyes snapped downward as Lysander reached down to grasp his own cock and give it a cursory tug. Lorcan stared at it, transfixed. He wanted to watch Lysander come all over his stomach—head thrown back, mouth open, spine arched, thighs gripping Lorcan as his inner muscles clenched around Lorcan’s prick—there was nothing like it.

“Lorcan,” Lysander said and he reluctantly took his eyes away from Lysander’s pale hand stroking his turgid cock.

“Yes, Lys. I feel fine. I feel better than fine, actually, and if you don’t continue moving, I’m going to toss you onto your back and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Lysander’s teeth worried his lower lip for a moment. “Tempting,” he said with a grin after a moment.

Lorcan growled and lifted his hips in order to shift Lysander to the side, but his brother leaned down and pressed on his shoulders, keeping him in place. “All right, all right. I just wanted to make sure there were no… lasting effects.”

Lorcan suppressed an irritated comment. He knew it had to have been difficult for his brother, watching him slowly become more and more besotted with a female. If it had happened to Lysander, Lorcan would probably have simply killed her and suffered the consequences. His fingers tightened on Lysander’s thighs again and Lys winced before leaning down to touch his lips to Lorcan’s.

Lorcan savoured the sweet taste. Lysander had been eating lollipops again and Lorcan tried to pretend he didn’t find it adorable.

Lysander straightened and set to work once more with a resolute look, as if determined to eradicate Maribeth from Lorcan’s mind. In truth, she was already gone. The weeks he had spent pining for her presence seemed like a bad dream or a childhood memory. He felt nothing, not even vengeful. It was as though she had never existed.

She had, of course, been expelled from school, particularly after she had threatened the Headmistress. Apparently she had informed McGonagall that she planned to send false tales to the Daily Prophet and the Board of Governors regarding all sorts of practices. Lorcan had drafted a thank you letter to Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy. Both the antidote and the potion administered to Maribeth had been works of brilliance.

The only downside, as Lorcan saw it, was that Lily Potter and her attachment now considered themselves their best friends. The girls turned up like bad Knuts whenever Lorcan and Lysander left the Ravenclaw common room.

Lorcan’s thoughts were dragged roughly back to the present when Lysander began to make mewling sounds and his rhythmic movements sped to a level that made Lorcan bite his lip as he jabbed his hips upward to meet every downward stroke.

He knocked Lysander’s fingers away from his cock and took it in hand to squeeze as he twisted and slid his fingers up and down the length. Lysander’s ragged pants were music to his ears. Unable to reach anything but his own body from his current position atop Lorcan, Lysander clenched his fists and held them tightly to his chest.

“Lorcan,” he sobbed. “Lorcan, Lorcan!”

“Come for me, Lysander,” he said softly with one final swipe of his thumb over the slit at the top of his brother’s prick. He watched with delight as Lysander screamed and white fluid spurted out in fitful bursts, splashing on Lorcan’s stomach and smearing over his hand as he stroked Lysander to completion.

That, almost more than the tightening around his own cock, caused him to lose it. He kept his eyes open through sheer force of will as his climax tore through him, because watching Lysander come undone was better than any orgasm.

When Lysander collapsed on him, Lorcan’s arms went around him and held on tightly.

Lysander buried his face in Lorcan’s neck and snuggled in like a child. “Never leave me, Lorcan. Never leave me again.”

Lorcan lifted one hand and cupped Lysander’s cheek before slipping his fingers beneath his jaw to lift his head. Lysander’s eyes were liquid and full of emotion. Lorcan smiled gently. “Lys. I never left you at all.” He tipped his head up and kissed his brother’s lips tenderly.

Lysander held him tightly and kissed him, lightly at first, but then with growing urgency. Lorcan finally gripped his face and forced him back with a chuckle. “Lysander! I’m not going anywhere. If a bloody love potion couldn’t change the way I feel about you, what are you worried about?”

Lysander’s features gradually relaxed and then he lowered his eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been going crazy the past few weeks. I might be a bit… clingy for a while.”

Lorcan snorted. “Well, you know what you can cling to any time you get the urge. Now stop acting like a girl.”

Lysander turned his head and bit at Lorcan’s fingers with a growl. Lorcan winced as sharp teeth gouged his skin. Lysander loosened his jaw and then Lorcan felt a wet tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh of his digits. His breath caught, especially when Lysander cocked a shifty glance at him from the corner of his blue eyes. And fuck if he wasn’t getting hard again.

Lorcan rolled them over until Lysander was on the bottom, still sucking on his fingers. His eyes gleamed with amusement.

“I see you don’t want to walk tomorrow, brother dear,” Lorcan said in a purring tone.

Lysander pulled his lips away with a slurping noise. “Walking is overrated.”

Lorcan gladly set about making good on his threat.