Being Pampered, NC17, Tom/Bill
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steins_storiesTitle: Being Pampered
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steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content, Twincest
Summary: Tom has always loved to watch Bill pamper himself. Now it's Tom's turn to do more than watch.
Author's Note: My first twincest
“Tomi?”
As Tom walked through the door of their suite, he heard Bill call out to him from the bathroom, the younger twin’s voice muffled by the thickness of the door
Tom turned the handle, opened the barrier between them, and a blast of hot steam washed over him. The moisture hit his lungs, making him cough.
“Tomi? Is that you?”
The singer’s voice was still slightly muffled, now by the thickness of the towel he was using to dry his hair. Receiving no answer, Bill quickly pulled the towel off his head and startled hard when his eyes landed on his grinning brother.
“Dammit, Tom, you shit!” Bill smacked at Tom’s thigh with the damp weapon, and gave his hair another toweling before throwing it across the edge of the tub.
The older twin watched his brother turn back toward the mirror to follow his after-shower routine. The vitamin E oil was the first, and Tom’s favorite, step. He closed the door and leaned against it, watching Bill remove the vial of oil from the warmer.
He loved to watch Bill pamper himself. He had watched him so many times over so many years that he could see it with his eyes closed.
Eyes open or closed, didn’t matter. The things Bill did to himself, the way Bill touched himself, always had the same effect on Tom. His routine had never been explicitly sexual. It was just that Bill was so naturally sensual that every little touch was like a caress, every little step was like foreplay.
Tom watched silently as Bill broke open the seal at the top of the vial, dripped a small puddle into his palms and then rubbed them together. Bill met Tom’s eyes in the mirror.
He could feel his face grow impossibly warmer in the steamy bathroom, could almost feel his eyes dilate as held Bill’s gaze for a long moment. Then Bill slowly ran an oiled hand very lightly over one shoulder, down his chest and back up. His head tilted back, his eyes closed to mere slits, as he brought that hand to his neck, He spread his fingers to span his throat, and Tom’s heart thudded in his chest.
Bill followed the same path with the other hand, spreading the nourishing oil, and his skin began to glisten. Tom was mesmerized by those manicured fingers, tipped bright white. His eyes never left them, except when Bill dipped them down in places Tom couldn’t see in the mirror.
Except when Bill dipped them down in front of him, in places Tom couldn’t see them in the mirror, and Bill moaned somewhere in his throat.
Tom’s eyes flew to meet Bill’s in the mirror, and what he saw on Bill’s face made him catch his breath and made his cock twitch in his boxers.
Bill’s head was tipped back ever so slightly, his eyes hooded, his lips parted. And he was looking at Tom.
“Tomi?” Bill’s voice was husky and low.
“Yeah?” Tom felt like he could barely catch his breath.
“Would you…” Bill closed his eyes and Tom could see him tremble slightly from where he stood. “Would you like to finish this for me?”
Tom pushed himself away from the door before he thought about it. He kicked his shoes off, ripped off his caps, and shed his clothes as he walked up behind his beautiful twin. His cock stood up, painfully hard, and Tom stopped just short of it touching Bill.
He held his hand out, and Bill turned his head to look at him with dark eyes as he passed him the oily vial. Tom’s hands shook slightly, and he fumbled, almost dropping it, but managed to catch it before it dropped. Bill smirked at him, and Tom smiled a little, shaking his head at his clumsiness.
Tom squeezed a palm-full of oil onto his hand and tossed the vial on the vanity. He rubbed his palms together quickly, re-warming the oil. His hands hovered just above Bill’s shoulders before he brought them down on soft, damp skin.
Twin sighs escaped twin lips as Tom’s hands spread the oil down Bill’s back. Bill leaned forward, resting his palms on the vanity top, and closed his eyes. Tom watched his own hands now glide over such perfect skin, glide further down Bill’s back.
Holding his breath, Tom reached his hands lower, lightly caressing the small of Bill’s back, bringing his fingers around Bill’s hips, spanning them, grasping them.
Bill took a deep breath, and as Tom’s fingers slid between their bodies and danced over the swell of his brother’s ass, Bill hitched his breath even deeper. Tom flattened his palms against trembling skin, brushing fingertips just inside Bill’s crease, and that breath came rushing out of Bill, accompanied by a deep groan.
Needing much more skin, Tom wrapped a sinewy arm around Bill’s waist and pulled that lithe body back against him hard. Bill squeaked in surprise, and Tom hid his smile, burying his face in his twin’s neck. Breathing Bill deep, he opened his lips and tongued the side of Bill’s neck.
Bill’s black hair fell across Tom’s arm, tickling the older twin slightly, as his head dropped back to his brother’s shoulder. Slick hands rubbed slim hips, glided across a flat belly, and ran slowly down taut thighs.
Tom could feel the tension building in Bill’s body, and he could almost feel the whine starting in the sensual throat that his tongue caressed.
“Come on.”
Tom grabbed the discarded vial and Bill’s hand, turning him and leading him into the bedroom of the suite.
Bill stood by the bed, watching as Tom closed the door, closed the curtains and came to stand in front of him. They shared a look, just for a moment, and Tom brought his hand to cup his brother’s cheek. His thumb grazed plush, parted lips, and the tip of Bill’s tongue darted out, just touching that thumb.
With a groan, Tom leaned in and pulled Bill forward until their lips barely touched. The next breath that washed over his lips was too much, and he mashed their lips together. Tongues danced, explored, teased, and they pulled apart, breathing hard.
Bill backed up, and Tom lay him back on the bed, his palm still cradling his neck. He stood back to look at his brother, and what he saw made the heat rise in his belly. Bill’s ebony hair fanned out on the pillows, his smooth skin, supple and glistening against the sheets, his lean body stretched out, Bill’s cock lying hard against his belly.
Tom sat himself between Bill’s legs, stretching his own out and resting Bill’s long limbs on top of his. He could reach everything from here.
Bill watched from beneath hooded eyes as Tom poured even more oil on his already slick fingers, and released a breathy moan as he wrapped his fingers around Bill’s hard length. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Bill’s cock, and stroked slowly from his hand to the tip and back down, swirling his thumb around the head on each upstroke.
Bill squirmed beautifully under his ministrations, and it was all Tom could do to go slowly. The muscles in Bill’s legs began to tighten and his hips pumped up to meet each of Tom’s quickening strokes, and Tom knew his brother was getting close.
He watched Bill’s face, watched him squeeze his eyelids shut tightly, watched his mouth fall open, watched his tongue lick at his lips. He watched Bill’s body, watched his nipples harden into tiny little buds, watched his chest heaving as he panted each breath in and out, watched his balls lift and tighten up.
Tom watched his beautiful twin quiver almost violently, watched as Bill’s hips dropped back to the bed and those chocolate eyes flew wide open, dark and hot. And in that instant, Tom knew what to do.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Bill’s cock, swirled his tongue around it and sucked hard. Bill’s fingers wrapped around Tom’s dreads, and groaning hard, he shot thick streams of come into Tom’s hot mouth.
Tom swallowed quickly, but not hard. He savored the taste, the essence of his twin, and when Bill finally let go of Tom’s head and relaxed back into the pillows, Tom came to lay next to him, pressing his sweaty chest and hard cock against Bill’s side. He trailed a finger down Bill’s cheek, and when Bill turned his head to look at him, Tom brought Bill’s lips to his for another, sweeter kiss. A kiss made all the sweeter by the taste of Bill on Tom’s tongue.
Bill smiled, his eyes gleamed, and he trailed his hand down Tom’s belly.
“Your turn.”
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: Tokio Hotel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content, Twincest
Summary: Tom has always loved to watch Bill pamper himself. Now it's Tom's turn to do more than watch.
Author's Note: My first twincest
“Tomi?”
As Tom walked through the door of their suite, he heard Bill call out to him from the bathroom, the younger twin’s voice muffled by the thickness of the door
Tom turned the handle, opened the barrier between them, and a blast of hot steam washed over him. The moisture hit his lungs, making him cough.
“Tomi? Is that you?”
The singer’s voice was still slightly muffled, now by the thickness of the towel he was using to dry his hair. Receiving no answer, Bill quickly pulled the towel off his head and startled hard when his eyes landed on his grinning brother.
“Dammit, Tom, you shit!” Bill smacked at Tom’s thigh with the damp weapon, and gave his hair another toweling before throwing it across the edge of the tub.
The older twin watched his brother turn back toward the mirror to follow his after-shower routine. The vitamin E oil was the first, and Tom’s favorite, step. He closed the door and leaned against it, watching Bill remove the vial of oil from the warmer.
He loved to watch Bill pamper himself. He had watched him so many times over so many years that he could see it with his eyes closed.
Eyes open or closed, didn’t matter. The things Bill did to himself, the way Bill touched himself, always had the same effect on Tom. His routine had never been explicitly sexual. It was just that Bill was so naturally sensual that every little touch was like a caress, every little step was like foreplay.
Tom watched silently as Bill broke open the seal at the top of the vial, dripped a small puddle into his palms and then rubbed them together. Bill met Tom’s eyes in the mirror.
He could feel his face grow impossibly warmer in the steamy bathroom, could almost feel his eyes dilate as held Bill’s gaze for a long moment. Then Bill slowly ran an oiled hand very lightly over one shoulder, down his chest and back up. His head tilted back, his eyes closed to mere slits, as he brought that hand to his neck, He spread his fingers to span his throat, and Tom’s heart thudded in his chest.
Bill followed the same path with the other hand, spreading the nourishing oil, and his skin began to glisten. Tom was mesmerized by those manicured fingers, tipped bright white. His eyes never left them, except when Bill dipped them down in places Tom couldn’t see in the mirror.
Except when Bill dipped them down in front of him, in places Tom couldn’t see them in the mirror, and Bill moaned somewhere in his throat.
Tom’s eyes flew to meet Bill’s in the mirror, and what he saw on Bill’s face made him catch his breath and made his cock twitch in his boxers.
Bill’s head was tipped back ever so slightly, his eyes hooded, his lips parted. And he was looking at Tom.
“Tomi?” Bill’s voice was husky and low.
“Yeah?” Tom felt like he could barely catch his breath.
“Would you…” Bill closed his eyes and Tom could see him tremble slightly from where he stood. “Would you like to finish this for me?”
Tom pushed himself away from the door before he thought about it. He kicked his shoes off, ripped off his caps, and shed his clothes as he walked up behind his beautiful twin. His cock stood up, painfully hard, and Tom stopped just short of it touching Bill.
He held his hand out, and Bill turned his head to look at him with dark eyes as he passed him the oily vial. Tom’s hands shook slightly, and he fumbled, almost dropping it, but managed to catch it before it dropped. Bill smirked at him, and Tom smiled a little, shaking his head at his clumsiness.
Tom squeezed a palm-full of oil onto his hand and tossed the vial on the vanity. He rubbed his palms together quickly, re-warming the oil. His hands hovered just above Bill’s shoulders before he brought them down on soft, damp skin.
Twin sighs escaped twin lips as Tom’s hands spread the oil down Bill’s back. Bill leaned forward, resting his palms on the vanity top, and closed his eyes. Tom watched his own hands now glide over such perfect skin, glide further down Bill’s back.
Holding his breath, Tom reached his hands lower, lightly caressing the small of Bill’s back, bringing his fingers around Bill’s hips, spanning them, grasping them.
Bill took a deep breath, and as Tom’s fingers slid between their bodies and danced over the swell of his brother’s ass, Bill hitched his breath even deeper. Tom flattened his palms against trembling skin, brushing fingertips just inside Bill’s crease, and that breath came rushing out of Bill, accompanied by a deep groan.
Needing much more skin, Tom wrapped a sinewy arm around Bill’s waist and pulled that lithe body back against him hard. Bill squeaked in surprise, and Tom hid his smile, burying his face in his twin’s neck. Breathing Bill deep, he opened his lips and tongued the side of Bill’s neck.
Bill’s black hair fell across Tom’s arm, tickling the older twin slightly, as his head dropped back to his brother’s shoulder. Slick hands rubbed slim hips, glided across a flat belly, and ran slowly down taut thighs.
Tom could feel the tension building in Bill’s body, and he could almost feel the whine starting in the sensual throat that his tongue caressed.
“Come on.”
Tom grabbed the discarded vial and Bill’s hand, turning him and leading him into the bedroom of the suite.
Bill stood by the bed, watching as Tom closed the door, closed the curtains and came to stand in front of him. They shared a look, just for a moment, and Tom brought his hand to cup his brother’s cheek. His thumb grazed plush, parted lips, and the tip of Bill’s tongue darted out, just touching that thumb.
With a groan, Tom leaned in and pulled Bill forward until their lips barely touched. The next breath that washed over his lips was too much, and he mashed their lips together. Tongues danced, explored, teased, and they pulled apart, breathing hard.
Bill backed up, and Tom lay him back on the bed, his palm still cradling his neck. He stood back to look at his brother, and what he saw made the heat rise in his belly. Bill’s ebony hair fanned out on the pillows, his smooth skin, supple and glistening against the sheets, his lean body stretched out, Bill’s cock lying hard against his belly.
Tom sat himself between Bill’s legs, stretching his own out and resting Bill’s long limbs on top of his. He could reach everything from here.
Bill watched from beneath hooded eyes as Tom poured even more oil on his already slick fingers, and released a breathy moan as he wrapped his fingers around Bill’s hard length. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Bill’s cock, and stroked slowly from his hand to the tip and back down, swirling his thumb around the head on each upstroke.
Bill squirmed beautifully under his ministrations, and it was all Tom could do to go slowly. The muscles in Bill’s legs began to tighten and his hips pumped up to meet each of Tom’s quickening strokes, and Tom knew his brother was getting close.
He watched Bill’s face, watched him squeeze his eyelids shut tightly, watched his mouth fall open, watched his tongue lick at his lips. He watched Bill’s body, watched his nipples harden into tiny little buds, watched his chest heaving as he panted each breath in and out, watched his balls lift and tighten up.
Tom watched his beautiful twin quiver almost violently, watched as Bill’s hips dropped back to the bed and those chocolate eyes flew wide open, dark and hot. And in that instant, Tom knew what to do.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Bill’s cock, swirled his tongue around it and sucked hard. Bill’s fingers wrapped around Tom’s dreads, and groaning hard, he shot thick streams of come into Tom’s hot mouth.
Tom swallowed quickly, but not hard. He savored the taste, the essence of his twin, and when Bill finally let go of Tom’s head and relaxed back into the pillows, Tom came to lay next to him, pressing his sweaty chest and hard cock against Bill’s side. He trailed a finger down Bill’s cheek, and when Bill turned his head to look at him, Tom brought Bill’s lips to his for another, sweeter kiss. A kiss made all the sweeter by the taste of Bill on Tom’s tongue.
Bill smiled, his eyes gleamed, and he trailed his hand down Tom’s belly.
“Your turn.”
