dysonrules | Twinsensibility Part Forty Four

Twinsday!!!!! And fuck you, LJ, I used Dreamwidth to code this for posting, so THERE. *sticks out tongue*

Lysander stared at the bit of white leather, suddenly understanding Lorcan’s strange nervousness.

“It’s a collar,” he said unnecessarily. His eye met Lorcan’s and his brother nodded, Adam’s apple working as he swallowed. Lysander half-expected him to tug on the collar of his shirt. It was adorable to see his normally unflappable twin so flustered. It usually took a bit of amorous effort on Lysander’s part to get Lorcan to that point.

He looked at the metal heart-shaped tag that dangled from the centre loop and bent to read the engraved lettering. It said, Kitty. Lysander snorted and touched the tag, blinking when the letters changed to read: Property of Lorcan.

Lysander swallowed hard and lifted the collar, allowing the box to fall away, forgotten. He held it out to Lorcan. “Put it on me?” he asked in a whisper.

Lorcan took it and murmured, “The letters only change for the two of us. Do you…?”

Lysander wasn’t sure he could speak, so he only held Lorcan’s gaze as his brother buckled the collar around his neck, pulling too tightly for a moment until the metal pin slipped into the hole and settled into place.

“I tried it on myself to make sure it would fit,” Lorcan explained.

Wearing the thing was hot enough, but knowing Lorcan had worn it first was even hotter. The moment Lorcan’s fingers let go, Lysander pounced on him, knocking him back onto the bed and snogging him heartily.

When he finally allowed Lorcan to breathe, his twin chuckled and asked, “You like it, then?”

“I love it,” Lysander said and nibbled on Lorcan’s lower lip, biting it gently before tracing it with his tongue and then sucking on it. Lorcan moaned and shifted, tugging on Lysander’s robes.

“Oh thank Merlin. I was afraid you—” Lorcan’s voice broke when Lysander’s hand found the hardness between his legs. He pressed on it lightly.

“I love it,” Lysander repeated. “And I love you.” He bit at Lorcan’s lips again while his fingers worked at Lor’s trousers, opening them up and releasing his delicious cock to Lysander’s waiting hand. He stroked it for a moment and watched as Lorcan dropped his head back to the pillow and moaned. Lysander smiled wickedly. He might wear the collar, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wield the power.

Lorcan tugged at his robes again and started to speak, but Lysander shushed him. “Let me do this. As a token of my appreciation,” he said and moved to prop himself between Lorcan’s legs. He stared up at his twin, loving the way Lorcan was already losing control. His lips were parted and wet and his pupils were dark.

The sound of voices was startlingly loud and Lorcan’s eyes went wide. “Oh fuck! The door!” He scrambled for his wand on the bedside table and quickly shot several Locking Spells at the door. Lysander laughed wickedly as the voices continued past—false alarm, since their roommates generally stayed away when the twins were together in their room. Lysander wasn’t sure if they made the others uncomfortable, or if Lorcan’s icy demeanour simply made them want to be elsewhere, but he didn’t complain at the frequent privacy.

“You certainly move quickly when motivated,” Lysander commented, still languidly stroking his cock. Despite the surprise, its hardness had not diminished.

“I can also move slowly. When motivated,” Lorcan growled, clearly referring to their last leisurely fuck at home, which had taken most of the afternoon once their parents had gone shopping.

“Mmmm, I know. And so can I,” Lysander replied and then set about using his lips and tongue to prove it. After ten minutes, the agonizing pace began to tell on Lorcan, who kept involuntarily thrusting upward, trying to speed Lysander’s movements. Lys only tightened his grip on Lorcan’s hips and kept up his slow motion, taking Lorcan as deep as possible and then drawing his mouth upwards, laving the underside of his cock with his tongue and then making a methodical sweep over the head before repeating the movement.

“Fuck, Lysander. Fuck!” Lorcan’s hand twisted in Lysander’s hair almost painfully, trying to entice him to move without actually forcing him. Collar or not, Lorcan would never compel Lysander to do anything he didn’t want to; Lysander would bank on that certainty.

He glanced upward again, delighted to see Lorcan nearly undone. His back was arched and his shirt was twisted on his chest, exposing his hard nipples—which Lysander had played with a bit—and his hair was no longer pristine, but draped over his forehead in damp strands. The hand that wasn’t in Lysander’s hair was fisted around the sleeve of his robe, bunching the dark fabric. Lysander hoped it wrinkled—he would leave it that way for a couple of days and run his fingers over the marks to send Lorcan’s thoughts racing in class. He sucked hard at the thought of it and Lorcan cried out, tossing his head back to expose his pale throat. Fuck, he was gorgeous.

Lorcan quivered and Lysander knew he was close, so he sped his movements, finally, pumping hard and nearly swallowing on each downstroke, until Lorcan’s thighs tensed around his arms and a delicious shudder rocked his body, just before he pumped hot fluid into Lysander’s waiting mouth. Lysander swallowed it all, loving every drop, and then licked Lorcan clean even though he shivered at each stroke of his tongue.

Lorcan’s hand never left his hair, although it became a tender caress before Lysander finished. Lys rested his cheek on Lorcan’s flat abdomen with a happy sigh. He was rock-hard, but knew Lorcan would take care of him as soon as he recovered.

Lorcan would always take care of him.