Good Morning, Edward

Író: Dee
Megjegyzés: ANGOL
Figyelmeztetés: 18+

Summary: John can't stop thinking about Edward, and one morning he gives in his desires to
please his brother in a way like never before.



He was still sleepy and didn’t really want to open his eyes, but the pleasurable touches on his
skin were too inviting, he couldn’t resist them. They felt weird, weirdly good, but in his state
he couldn’t tell if he was still dreaming or it was actually happening.

He felt hands touching his abdomen and thighs, and light kisses covering his chest. They were
warm, they were new but somehow still familiar. As he slowly opened his eyes he was met by
darkness. He roamed his sight around the room as he got used to the gloom, noticing the
curtains were pulled closed.
As a pair of soft lips touched his nipples, he hissed and looked down, only to see a mess of
blonde hair that used to be a quiff last night when they went to bed.

He was still wondering if this was really happening when those plump lips started sucking on
his left nipple, shooting a wave of pleasure through his entire body. He let out a shaky breath
and wriggled on the bed. The weight of his twin’s body felt strangely comfortable. He wanted
to reach down and run his fingers through the mess of blonde locks just to be able to yank
him by his hair and look into his eyes. He wanted to see his face. That’s when he realised he
couldn’t move his arms – they were tied to the bedframe quite strongly with a pair of ties.
One for each hand.

His twin pressed his crotch down and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he was naked.
His twin wasn’t – a pair of boxers seperating their areas created a slight friction on his
erection, and it just felt right.
However, it also sent him to a state where he was wide awake now and as soon as he found
his voice he half moaned, half whispered „John…”

John stopped working on his nipple and slowly looked up until his eyes met Edward’s. The
confused look on the younger one’s face said it all, but he just didn’t want to stop now. He
couldn’t anyway.

„Good morning, Edward.” as John smirked at him Edward once again started to question if
this was reality but when John started stroking his sides with one hand, the other supporting
his weight next to Edward, he felt so comfortable he just wanted to push back into the soft
sheets and pillows under him and sink into them.

„What are you doing?” the smirk disappeared from John’s face, and he looked down, eyes no
longer staring into Edward’s.

„I… don’t know, Edward. I just… I need this.” He looked up with almost pleading eyes and
Edward could have sworn he has never seen his twin looking so vunerable before. There was
something else in his eyes though too, something undescribable. A look that definitely wasn’t
suppose to be aimed at him.

Edward looked up at the ceiling and a flashback of memories entered his mind of their lifes.
The hugs and innocent kisses they shared as kids. Discovering the embarrassing changes in
their bodies when they hit puberty. All the times John pushed him away, and when he didn’t.
All the times Edward tried to understand what was happening to them, was it good or bad,
right or wrong.
His feelings for his twin left him confused and pissed off, and after a while he understood that
John grew up, John grew apart, and it just wasn’t right, always wanting to cuddle him or
having baths together – some things that were considered as cute by others when they were
little, now turned into nasty looks and disapproval not only from strangers but also from other
family members.

So, what was happening now? Edward always felt a little heartbroken, a bit hurt by all of
John’s rejection and now, here he was, tied up to a bed in a random hotel room in God knows
where, completely naked and his brother is stroking his thighs. Thighs.
Getting closer and closer, barely brushing the area Edward realised he wanted to be touched
and he called for his twin again.

„John…” the older didn’t reply, he just started kissing and sucking on the pale skin of
Edward’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.

„John…” his brother still wouldn’t stop but he finally reached to grab Edward, and with that,
all the coherent thoughts were out of his mind. The slight pain in his arms started to go numb
as literally all the blood in his body rushed south, making him fully hard. John’s touch wasn’t
gentle, wasn’t weak or shy. He was confident in what he was doing, getting hard himself as
he heard his brother’s whimpers.

John didn’t know what he was doing. It felt like he wasn’t in control anymore, like a hidden
part of his personality just took over him and he felt like he was going crazy but he didn’t
care anymore. In the last couple of months he kept dreaming about Edward at nights and
thinking about him all day. They weren’t erotic dreams, they were flashbacks from a few
years ago, and they made him realise how much he missed being with Edward. Touching him
without feeling weird, kissing him without feeling wrong. The desire that started growing
within his body was unbearable, and from a day to another he figured he wanted more than
just those innocent touches. It turned into something more and from then on, all he wanted
was to feel Edward, for real.

The dream he had about half an hour ago left him unsatisfied but with a wet pair of
underwear, and as he looked at his brother peacefully sleeping next to him, something took
over his mind. He sat up in his bed, Edward’s closely pushed up against his, as always. He
stared at his perfect younger twin for minutes, not being able to tear his eyes away from the
beauty his twin was. As the city lights shone through the half closed curtains, lighting up the
parts of Edward’s body that weren’t hidden by the covers, he just got out of bed and walked
up to the window. After he closed the curtains and went for their suitcases to find their ties, he
sat down on the edge of Edward’s bed and touched his wrist. He couldn’t remember anything
else as he felt his twin’s pulse underneath his fingertips.

Although now, he was very much in control of what he was doing. The feeling of Edward’s
flesh in his hands, warm, heavy and hard made him feel hot all over. He was craving to touch
every part of his twin’s body, to stroke, lick, kiss his smooth skin. He wanted to bury his face
in Edward’s neck, rest his head on Edward’s chest feeling his heartbeat, he wanted to kiss

those thighs all over, and most importantly – he wanted to taste Edward.

Edward was lost in pleasure. He wasn’t sure when did he close his eyes and for how long but
when he felt the weight of his twin shifting beside him, he opened them again and a slight
wave of panic rushed through him as he saw John straddling him, sitting on his thighs. He
wasn’t sure why he felt scared, maybe it was the fact that for the first time in his life he
actually had no idea what John was up to. The unpredictability of the situation made him
nervous and excited at the same time.

John bent down and kissed his abdomen, so softly, barely touching the skin. As Edward let
out a moan, John pressed his face into the hot skin under his face, licking just above Edward’s
bellybutton. His hand was still holding Edward’s hardness, pulling on it slowly, teasingly.
Edward felt drowsy and vivid at the same time, his brain still wondering the morality of this,
but his body craving for more.
John sat up once again, staring at his twin’s face in awe. He slid down Edward’s body a bit
more and without giving it another thought, captured the head with his lips and started
sucking.

The taste of Edward was overwhelming. Barely even hearing the low groan that escaped his
twin’s mouth, John bowed down all the way, licking and sucking on the hard flesh. He once
again lost control over his actions, losing himself in the intoxicating scent of Edward.

While the younger twin slowy but surely turned into a moaning mess under John’s actions,
Edward’s mind was suddenly filled with a thought about what might was coming after this.
He once again focused on the ceiling, trying hard to control his hips, not thrusting into John’s
awaiting mouth that was sucking him in so hard he didn’t even have to make an effort to get
in deeper. He found his voice somehow on they way from earth to heaven, but it came out
much higher than he intended to.

„Please don’t hurt me” as if something smacked John in the face, he immediately stopped
what he was doing, even though Edward’s cry of disapproval did send a spark through his
cock. He felt the urge to grind down into Edward’s thighs but he was suddenly afraid to do it –
knowing what Edward meant made him feel uneasy.

„I could never hurt you. Never. Don’t you trust me?” his voice cracked a little.

„I don’t know anymore. Just please don’t hurt me”

They locked eyes for a few moments, and John told everything Edward needed to know with
those looks. The older twin lift himself off a bit and approached his brother’s face, kissing his
forehead gently. Edward closed his eyes as he felt his brother’s puffy lips, then their noses
touching. He inhaled John breath and waited for those lips to meet his own but John withdrew
from his face and went down to finish what he started.
As the warmth of John’s mouth surrounded him once again, Edward couldn’t care about
anything anymore. If the world was crashing down outside the hotelroom, he would still just
lie there and enjoy the sensations John was giving him. John’s right hand was either jerking
him off whilst him still sucking, or playing with his balls, his left reached up to caress his
sides and nipples. Edward started to thrust into John’s mouth, his climax very close, groaning
words that didn’t make sense but John still caught something like „coming” and pulled back
just in time. He didn’t stop wanking Edward off though, as his twin shot his warm load on

John’s chest.
Edward was breathless and worn out, he felt dizzy and satisfied all at the same time and as he
looked at John, he let out a tiny moan seeing his twin running a finger through the mess on his
chest, licking it off afterwards. As he came down from his orgasm, he noticed John was
staring at him.

„My arms kinda hurt, you know” he said with a faint smile on his face and John’s eyes went
wide. With a worried expression on his face, he reached up and undid the ties that held
Edward in place, looking at the red marks on his twin’s wrist with horror.

„Oh my God, Edward, I’m so sorry” John bent down do kiss Edward’s wrists, then held them
to his chest with one hand, staring at Edward in the eyes. The younger twin stared back at him
for a few moments, then sat up so their faces were almost touching. Edward gulped, his eyes
roaming over John’s face, finally resting on his lips.

„Kiss me.” John didn’t move at first, he was sure he only imagined hearing it, and when he
felt Edward’s lips on his own, his heart skipped a beat. It was a short, soft kiss, but it meant
the world to them.
They parted for a bit, Edward licking his lips to moisten them, then crashing them onto John’s
again. He held John’s face with his hands, as his brother’s found their way onto his back,
pulling him closer. John licked Edward’s lower lip and he opened up, massaging each other’s
tongues clumsily. Edward eventually pulled away giggling.

„Sorry, I’m bad at this. Never really had the chance to practise enough.”
„Silly, I know,” replied John as he kissed his cheek. „You’re amazing though”
„Shut up”
Edward smiled that sweet smile of his and traced his fingers down John’s abs.

„You’ve got a little problem here, I see?” grabbing John’s erection through his pants, kissing
him again to swallow his brother’s moan up.