No one ever believed they were the same age. Much less twins. They definitely had their differences, that went beyond their looks. Bobby was absolutely a Mama's boy, and Kurt was Daddy's perfect angel
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Jerk. Kurt writhed pointlessly and seriously considered biting him. Not that he could. Bobby had created n artform of pinning him. The whole game was bizarre. Kurt would find himself deliberately taunting his brother, sitting on him, basically just being annoying and demanding his attention.
And it always ended with him being right where he was, wrists pinned with one giant hand and the rest his appendages contained. Having been trained by the same man, even hip rolling was pointless.
He bucked up anyway. Up and turn. But Bobby was seated too solidly.
He bucked again, harder. And then felt...weird. A little apprehensive, a little guiltly...anxious.
Tense.
He stared up at his brother, and an image flashed through his head. He'd been sick and bored the week before and watched a single episode of Queer as Folk. The pilot. There was a scene where the older cute guy was pushing himself into the younger guy. It seemed so real. The older guy talked about how he would always be with the younger guy, because he'd never forget.
Why the hell would that flash through his head while being crushed by Bobby's mammoth-ness. "Get off me." He said, his voice intense but suddenly uncertain. Confused. "Come on, Bobby. Please?"
"What if I don't want to? What if I'm perfectly comfortable where I am?" He shifted every so slightly, just enough to relieve a little pressure against one knee. It added a new kind of pressure.
Sometimes he thought he almost wanted to hurt him. He always shied away from that feelings. This was his brother and he was supposed to protect him, not hurt him. It was that pressure behind his eyes that made his hands twitch.
He never felt like this with anyone else, just Kurt. Always Kurt. He rocked against that pressure, not sure why he did it. Though the little thrill that arched into his gut made him lose his smile. A dark intensity lit his eyes as he stared down at his trapped brother.
"You suck." He said, and suddenly held very still. Bobby moved. Was it on purpose? His legs were forced a little more apart. And then his brother moved. Just his hips, against him and Kurt gulped back a yell. It...felt.
Guilty.
And his eyes darted toward the door.
And rock...he did it again!
Kurt was shocked. Guilt, confusion and...an intense sweet tightness made him look up at Bobby in wide eyed silence.
Before he could so much as think the thought, his hips moved, rubbing ...rocking up into what was very very wrong.
"Maybe." he muttered the words as an after thought to the proclamation that he sucked. There was something else on his mind at the moment.
He watched Kurt's face, never once looking away from his eyes. Without either of them having to say a word, he knew. Kurt rocked back against him.
Bobby let his fingers slip from Kurt's wrists and tail but he didn't move. Instead, he angled his hips, knowing he felt hardness, and rocked again. He leaned down, so their lips were almost touching.
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"Have you ever played with anyone before?" The breath carrying the words felt so hot as it slipped past his lips, warming Kurt's.
This was wrong. This was really really wrong. Bobby let his hands and tail go but didn't get up. Kurt made a startled hum at the next rock of Bobby's hips. "Play?" He whispered, knowing he should teleport away, knowing he was doing something bad. "No. No, I don't...want to." He said even as he shivered and stomach clenched tight. "Have you?"
"Then leave." he knew he was bluffing. If he didn't want to be here or wanted him to stop, he only had to teleport a foot away. But he didn't, he stayed with his brother on top of him, between his legs.
Those legs had relaxed open to let him in. Those legs now squeezed against his hips when he rocked.
"No... but I watched some stuff."
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"Have you," His voice lowered to barely above a whisper. "made yourself come before?"
It...felt good in an indescribable way to squeeze his thighs around Bobby's hips. He could flip him off him if he needed to, obviously the only reason why he lifted his ass and wrapped his legs around those softly moving hips.
"I saw something."
He wanted him to stop. Bobby was rubbing the place where the dark line was and ...that was not supposed to be played with.
"No. I'm not allowed. It's wrong." His mouth was bone dry, "Have...you?"
"I saw...I saw a tv show...and I saw...real people. At one of daddy's parties." Every word had a hitch to it. His own hips were moving slow and hard. Dragging that line along the hardness beneath Bobby's jeans.
"You did?" His whisper was wet against Bobby's lips, "What did you do?"
"I could show you." He leaned back to reach between them.
Balancing on one arm, he unbuttoned his jeans. The back of his fingers pressing against Kurt as they moved. "I unbuttoned my jeans."
Dark and husky, "I wrapped my fingers around my... cock."
Rather than do what he said, he unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and slipped his underwear down just enough to free him. Only then did he wrap his fingers around his cock. The heat of them brushing, only his cool fingers keeping them apart. "Then I started ... stroking."
Time stopped and everything was so quiet, only Bobby's voice and breath and the sounds of their little crime became then whole of Kurt's world. He wasn't breathing as Bobby opened his jeans, narrating what he had done. Was doing. He moved his lips to protest as his own jeans were opened.
Kurt was already wet. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his luridly violet cock and dampness beaded along the swollen dark line. A soft sweet-smoky scent mixed with their own smell of arousal. "I'm not supposed to...I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me ...I-I don't belong to me. I'll..." He trailed off with a tiny groan rocking up against Bobby, "I...I want to watch."
Bobby shuddered at that little groan. He had no idea what Kurt was talking about, that he didn't belong to himself? What he did understand was his saying he wanted to watch.
He licked his dry lips and pushed up and back. There on his knees, between Kurt's thighs. His shirt was pushed up to reveal his rock hard stomach. His jeans were open, raging cock angrily jutting up above the moisture stained dark cotton of his underwear.
His fist tight around his shaft, "You want to watch me stroke my cock? Do you like that?"
Kurt ached deep and disappointed when Bobby's weight lifted from him. It was if he kept expecting...something. Kurt nodded, his eyes moving between Bobby's face and his cock. "I want...I want...yes."
It just wasn't enough. He wanted more and he knew Kurt wanted more too. Bobby reached down and wrapped his fingers around his brother's cock, his hand mirroring the motion on his own cock. "Do you like it?"
His thumb caressing along the dark line as he stroked.
Oh God. Bobby's touch seared through him like an electric shock. His hips jerked and a low long moan escaped his tightly clamped lips, "Stop. Stop...Bobby, stop." Kurt started to try and scoot backwards, even as his thighs were shaking with lust and pre-cum streaked his belly. "I'm not ...I can't..."
Bobby moved with him, lowering back over him, trapping him against him. Hot cocks, slick moving against one another as he crawled with Kurt's backward motion.
"Not so fast. You know you like it. What's wrong with just a little stroke? Besides, you're not doing it. I am." He pressed against him. A choked sound deep in his throat at the wet sensation.
And it always ended with him being right where he was, wrists pinned with one giant hand and the rest his appendages contained. Having been trained by the same man, even hip rolling was pointless.
He bucked up anyway. Up and turn. But Bobby was seated too solidly.
He bucked again, harder. And then felt...weird. A little apprehensive, a little guiltly...anxious.
Tense.
He stared up at his brother, and an image flashed through his head. He'd been sick and bored the week before and watched a single episode of Queer as Folk. The pilot. There was a scene where the older cute guy was pushing himself into the younger guy. It seemed so real. The older guy talked about how he would always be with the younger guy, because he'd never forget.
Why the hell would that flash through his head while being crushed by Bobby's mammoth-ness. "Get off me." He said, his voice intense but suddenly uncertain. Confused. "Come on, Bobby. Please?"
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Sometimes he thought he almost wanted to hurt him. He always shied away from that feelings. This was his brother and he was supposed to protect him, not hurt him. It was that pressure behind his eyes that made his hands twitch.
He never felt like this with anyone else, just Kurt. Always Kurt. He rocked against that pressure, not sure why he did it. Though the little thrill that arched into his gut made him lose his smile. A dark intensity lit his eyes as he stared down at his trapped brother.
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Guilty.
And his eyes darted toward the door.
And rock...he did it again!
Kurt was shocked. Guilt, confusion and...an intense sweet tightness made him look up at Bobby in wide eyed silence.
Before he could so much as think the thought, his hips moved, rubbing ...rocking up into what was very very wrong.
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He watched Kurt's face, never once looking away from his eyes. Without either of them having to say a word, he knew. Kurt rocked back against him.
Bobby let his fingers slip from Kurt's wrists and tail but he didn't move. Instead, he angled his hips, knowing he felt hardness, and rocked again. He leaned down, so their lips were almost touching.
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"Have you ever played with anyone before?" The breath carrying the words felt so hot as it slipped past his lips, warming Kurt's.
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Those legs had relaxed open to let him in. Those legs now squeezed against his hips when he rocked.
"No... but I watched some stuff."
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"Have you," His voice lowered to barely above a whisper. "made yourself come before?"
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"I saw something."
He wanted him to stop. Bobby was rubbing the place where the dark line was and ...that was not supposed to be played with.
"No. I'm not allowed. It's wrong." His mouth was bone dry, "Have...you?"
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"Yes." It was breathless. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. It was getting uncomfortable. He wanted to feel his skin.
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"You did?" His whisper was wet against Bobby's lips, "What did you do?"
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Balancing on one arm, he unbuttoned his jeans. The back of his fingers pressing against Kurt as they moved. "I unbuttoned my jeans."
Dark and husky, "I wrapped my fingers around my... cock."
Rather than do what he said, he unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and slipped his underwear down just enough to free him. Only then did he wrap his fingers around his cock. The heat of them brushing, only his cool fingers keeping them apart. "Then I started ... stroking."
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Kurt was already wet. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his luridly violet cock and dampness beaded along the swollen dark line. A soft sweet-smoky scent mixed with their own smell of arousal. "I'm not supposed to...I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me ...I-I don't belong to me. I'll..." He trailed off with a tiny groan rocking up against Bobby, "I...I want to watch."
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He licked his dry lips and pushed up and back. There on his knees, between Kurt's thighs. His shirt was pushed up to reveal his rock hard stomach. His jeans were open, raging cock angrily jutting up above the moisture stained dark cotton of his underwear.
His fist tight around his shaft, "You want to watch me stroke my cock? Do you like that?"
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It just wasn't enough. He wanted more and he knew Kurt wanted more too. Bobby reached down and wrapped his fingers around his brother's cock, his hand mirroring the motion on his own cock. "Do you like it?"
His thumb caressing along the dark line as he stroked.
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"Not so fast. You know you like it. What's wrong with just a little stroke? Besides, you're not doing it. I am." He pressed against him. A choked sound deep in his throat at the wet sensation.
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