Író: Dee
Figyelmeztetés: 18+
Megjegyzés: ANGOL
Edward was squatting in front of John, gently rubbing his calves as his legs were
bent, kissing his way up from John’s knee to the upper half of his inner thigh, eliciting
a shuddering breath from his older twin. He inhaled the scent as he reached his
brother’s crotch and nuzzled into John who thrust his hip into Edward’s face as a
response. Edward went further up, kissing his brother’s abs and chest and as he
reached his lips, he grinded down into him. They didn’t kiss, just looked at each other
in the eyes intensively.
The strong light of the reflectors warmed their skin a bit too much, and he wouldn't
mind if they could just switch them off completely, but then again – he wouldn't be
able to see John then. And the sight of his brother was definitely something he didn't
want to miss.
His skin glistened from sweat in the harsh light, his hair damp, sticking to his face.
His eyes were either closed or only half lidded, focus totally lost. Sharp breaths
struggled through his parted lips and they seemed to be even fuller than usual due to
previously biting them to prevent his moans. It would have been so easy to just lean
in and taste them. Lick them, suck them. But no, not now. It would be too much.
Edward was fascinated by the movements of John’s hips, thrusting into him fast and
demanding, and the way his toned chest heaved with every breath, muscles in his
abdomen constricting rhythmically. Edward grabbed his thighs stronger and moaned
at the thought of how flexiable John actually was.
His brother’s skin was burning under his touch, and the tiny whimpers that escaped
his mouth every now and again drove Edward wild. All he could see was John. All he
could feel was John. Everything was him, inside, around, in front of Edward,
everywhere, and they were the only ones in the whole universe.
As they grinded into each other - the only thing seperating their throbbing dicks their
pants -, Edward’s eyes wandered over from his twin’s body to his neck. John titled
his head to the side to expose more skin and the urge to just lean in and suck a trail
up to his earlobe shot through Edward, but he resisted, taking in the view instead. He
knew his eyes could probably burn holes through John right now, but no one seemed
to mind that and he couldn’t care less even if they did. He knew those people were
staring at them, enjoying the show almost as much as he did himself.
John’s eyes were closed now, he gripped on Edward’s shoulders a bit rougher,
showing him what he really wanted. Desperate, needy. Edward understood, and he
tried to pull him closer but it was literally impossible – it seemed like as if they were
one already, one moaning mess moving in perfect sync on the floor of the studio.
Never in his life he wanted to be inside John as much as he wanted it right now. He
wanted to take him, make him scream his name. He wanted him to know he was
driving Edward crazy with lust and he wanted him to feel. To feel the way he does
every time they make love, feel desired, beloved, used, pleasured, hurt, pleased,
exhausted, alive.
He was breathing in the air John breathed out, his scent made his head dizzy and
the pressure to just rip his pants off and fuck him right there was almost unbearable.
John’s hands caressed his sides, their thrusts meeting hard, almost painfully but it
still wasn’t enough. John brought him a bit closer and licked his left nipple, causing
Edward to moan loudly. One of his hands left John’s legs and went up to grab his
hair, stroking a few out of his lover’s face. John sucked gently on his nipple, sowing
his whole chest with open mouthed kisses.
The desire blurred Edward’s vision, his pants felt wet, and sticky from precome and
way too hot for it to be comfortable but he was frozen on the spot, couldn’t take his
hands of off John to remove them. The only part of his body that was moving rapidly
were his hips and he swallowed audibly as he felt his orgasmn approaching.
But no, this couldn’t end now, not yet. He heard John moaning his name from
somewhere, far away. He closed his eyes and decided to gave in the urge and
leaned in, pressing his lips to John’s neck and collarbone, gently sucking and licking
the flesh. He slowly made his way up John’s jawline until he reached those soft lips
and could almost taste them when…
„Edward! Edward, are you deaf or what? What the hell are you doing?”
Edward opened his eyes and looked up to see John staring at him with an embroiled
expression, clearly confused by the younger one’s actions. He removed his leg from
Edward’s side and raised an eyebrow at him. Edward leant backwards and realised
the shooting they were doing wasn’t over yet, they weren’t even laying on the floor
and Kee and his assistants were frozen, staring at them with wide eyes, but
somehow expectedly. Damn these daydreams.
„Ed, hello? Back off, seriously… What on Earth- oh, God.” – Oops. As Edward
shifted John could feel his erection pressing into his hipbone, making the situation
clear and awkward. John glanced sideways to see if the others noticed it but it
seemed like they didn’t, all of the eyes were glued to the twins’ faces, still too close.
Edward blushed and looked down murmuring an „I’m sorry John” quietly but he
couldn’t hide the smirk that formed on his lips.
He looked back at John who seemed to know exactly what was going on in Edward’s
head – after a few moments he smiled back, turning Edward’s smirk into a cheeky
grin. Eventually, Kee’s voice brought them back to reality.
„Actually… this is a good idea. Could you please move a bit closer?”
Oh yeah, this shooting is definitely going to be so much fun.
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