Twinsensibility Part Forty Five

[dysonrules]

It's not Twinsday, you say?  *looks perplexed*

Lorcan watched as Lysander buckled on the collar.  It was incredibly hot and for a moment Lorcan thought he might have made a mistake.  It was too hot.  Lorcan could barely keep his hands away from Lysander under normal conditions.  Seeing him with the damned collar was distracting to the point of near-madness.

It seemed to have the same effect on Lysander, judging by the way he had behaved when Lorcan had put it on at some time during the night.

He reached out and snagged the waistband of Lysander’s pants with one finger, stretching the elastic and subtly pulling his brother closer.  The damned things were imprinted with tiny bees today, buzzing around little pots of honey.

Lysander gave him a fond look and flicked the metal tag.

“Do you think your bees will sting me, Lysander?” Lorcan purred and pulled harder.

“Hmmm, probably not, but you might earn some honey.”

 Lysander crawled onto him and settled himself on Lorcan’s bare stomach.  Lorcan wore sedate briefs in a boring shade of blue.  They had shagged throughout the night and rose late, glad to see that their roommates had not bothered to come home.  It was useful having only two roommates.  Mortimer had left school over the holidays; his family had moved to the mainland, somewhere.  Tobias Boot had a Gryffindor girlfriend and spent most of his time there.  Merlin only knew where Harry Arbuckle got to.  He had probably found a way to spend the night in the library, researching his favourite insects.  The boy would likely end up married to a book, rather than a human.

 Regardless, it gave him and Lysander unprecedented levels of freedom.  Lysander leaned down and kissed him, lazily sucking at his lips.  Lorcan trailed his hands over Lysander’s perfect arse, finding neither bee stings nor honey, thankfully.  One never knew when his brother would purchase some ridiculous new product from the Weasley store.

 “Let’s go to Hogsmeade today,” Lysander said.

 “What?  Why?”  The suggestion nearly killed Lorcan’s mood.  He didn’t care for Hogsmeade.  Shopping was a waste of time better suited to mail-order.  Sitting about drinking tea and eating cakes had lost all allure—not that there had ever been much to begin with—after the Maribeth incident.  And the food was better at Hogwarts.  The only reason to venture out at all was to purchase ale at the pub, or Firewhiskey.  Frankly, Lorcan preferred not to allow Lysander to drink.  His natural inclination to touch people got out of hand when he was inebriated.

 “Because I won a prize!” Lysander announced.

 “You won a prize?”

 Lysander nodded and stopped nibbling at Lorcan’s lips long enough to grab his wand off the bed and cast a Summoning Charm.  A small scroll flew into his hand and he sat up to read it, giving Lorcan an excellent view of his flat abdomen and bee-infested pants covering his partially-hard cock.  He let go of Lysander’s arse with one hand to place his palm over Lysander’s erection, instead.

 Lys made a humming noise, but continued unrolling his scroll to read aloud.  “Dear Mr Scamander, You have won a fabulous pair of Tribetha Deluxe Projection Omnioculars with Enhanced Record and Playback Modes!  Please pick up your excellent gift at Winston’s Parcel Service in Hogsmeade.  Thank you for entering our contest and being a regular Bamboozles customer!”

 Lorcan snorted and stroked his fingers languidly up and down the expanding swell of Lysander’s undergarment.  “Dear Mr Scamander.  How do you know it’s yours and not mine?”

 Lysander waved the parchment.  “You hate shopping.  If anyone has been to Bamboozles, it’s me.  And you never enter contests.”

 Lorcan frowned.  It was a fair point.

 “Of course, I don’t really remember entering this one.  I’m not even certain what sort of store Bamboozles is.  Would that be the one in Diagon next to the cobbler?”

 “I’m sure I don’t care, Lysander,” Lorcan said and tucked his fingers into Lysander’s pants to drag them down and expose his cock to Lorcan’s waiting hand.

 Lysander moaned and rocked his hips forward, tipping his head back slightly to expose his collar-encircled throat.  Lorcan felt a possessive rush and smiled.

 “But I really want my Tribetha Deluxe Projection Omnioculars with Enhanced Record and Playback Modes, Lorcan,” Lysander said breathlessly.

 “Fine.  We’ll go to Hogsmeade and pick them up for you.  Later.”

 Lysander fell forward and captured Lorcan’s lips greedily.

 Much later.