Surrogate, NC17, Tom/Bill/Bushido

[steins_stories]

Banner by the lovely gajastar

Title: Surrogate
Author: 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, light kink, voyeurism
Summary: Tom needs Bushido to do something for him, something he just can't do himself...but Tom needs to watch.
Author's Note: for gcbenjtonyluv . Thank you to myjadedhavok for the beta. :)


Bushido dropped two ice cubes in the short, crystal glass and added three fingers of Glenlivet. He held the drink up to the light and watched the way the colors glinted off the cut glass, filtering through the dark amber of the scotch. The fumes burned his nose and he took a sip.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” The rapper smirked into his glass as the sudden explosion of frantic whispering behind him broke the strained silence. All at once, the whispering stopped.

“Um…Grey Goose and Red Bull?” The voice was hesitant and thin, like the owner couldn’t find his breath.

Bushido turned to face him, and Bill dropped his eyes quickly to the floor in front of him, uneasiness thick on his delicate face. Bushido’s eyes laughed until they fell on Bill’s twin. Tom had leaned back into the corner of the couch, one arm stretched behind Bill along the back cushions, the other along the plump armrest. His ankle rested on his knee and it looked like the boy thought he owned the place. He felt a flash of annoyance and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Tom’s eyes widened before his polite mask came down, cutting off the discomfort that shone there for the barest moment. He cleared his throat and planted both feet squarely on the floor, scooting forward to dig bony elbows into his knees, his head hanging low between his shoulders.

Bushido grinned, feeling predatory. “Tom?”

Tom’s mumble landed in the thick, white carpet between his Nikes.

“What’s that?” Amusement colored Bushido’s words and he took another sip of scotch to drown the laugh in his throat.

Tom’s cheeks were pink when he brought his head up, and he chewed on his lip and swallowed his words hard. He held Bushido’s gaze until Bushido turned back to the bar with a shrug. “This was your idea, kid.”

He opened the cupboard in front of him and his fingers closed around a smooth, cool glass when he heard the sigh from the couch behind him, and Tom’s voice, low and controlled. “The same.”

Bushido stilled, nodded once and pulled another glass from the cupboard. The soft whispering started again behind him as he made the twins’ drinks, and stopped as soon as he turned around.

The laugh he’d tried to drown earlier found rebirth in his throat, and he bit the tender flesh inside his lip to kill it. He crossed the room in quick strides and handed Tom a drink, holding back a smirk when Tom accepted it with an unsteady hand.

When Bill looked up at him with big, quiet eyes, and held out a slender hand to accept his own drink, and when Bushido brushed rough fingers over Bill’s soft, white knuckles, it was his own hands that were unsteady. He frowned, returning to the bar on knees of jelly to retrieve his drink. He took a burning gulp, aching for the pain to banish his nerves. He splashed more Glenlivet in the glass, needing another moment to get himself together, before turning back to the twins.

A brown, leather armchair sat opposite the couch, and Bushido ran his fingers along the back as he rounded it, sitting down only to lean forward, his posture mimicking Tom’s. The silence stretched on, marked in shy sips and Bill’s fidgeting fingers scratching at a crease in his jeans.

Bushido ran rough fingertips around the edge of his glass, his eyes caught by the movement of the liquid and ice inside. At the edge of his vision, he could see the twins look at each other for long moments before Bill sighed and sat back, crossing his legs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bushido didn’t look up from his glass and he didn’t address them.

Bill and Tom froze, as if they were caught doing something they shouldn’t. Slowly, Tom brought his hand between them and Bill grasped it, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the rougher skin of Tom’s knuckles.

“Yeah. We want to do this.” Tom’s voice strangled when he forgot to breathe.

Bushido looked up then, and Bill pulled his hand from his brother’s like Tom’s fingers were made of fire. With the sideways glance Tom gave his brother, and the guilty look Bill shot back, the purpose of their little private party was becoming clearer. Bushido sipped his scotch, enjoying the warmth spreading out from his center.

“Bill?” Bushido’s voice was velvet, yet Bill twitched.

“Yeah?” Bill whispered.

“You wanna do this?” Bushido sought his eyes, locking them in place.

Bill licked his lips, his tongue just darting out to moisten them before disappearing again, and he took a long sip of his cocktail.

“I want what Tom wants.” He looked at Tom again, waiting this time for Tom to look back. After a moment, Tom stopped staring at his drink and gave his twin a shy smile. The color rose in Tom’s face, and Bill smiled at him, a smile that made Bushido’s stomach twist. A smile that would never be for him.

“Yes,” Bill’s gaze broke from Tom’s and he turned back to Bushido,” this is what I want.”

Bushido drained the last of his scotch and stood. “One last question.”

“What?” Tom sucked a long drink from his cocktail as Bill tipped the last of his own drink down his throat.

“Why not one of those other two?” Bushido set his glass on the bar, his back to the twins. “Why me?”

Tom replied without hesitation, like the answer had been rehearsed. “This has to stay separate. No G’s, no one close to us. This is just Bill and…you.”

“And you, Tom.” Bill grasped Tom’s thigh, squeezing slightly.

Tom looked at his brother and smiled. “I’ll be there.”

“Why me?” Bushido asked again, crossing his arms on his chest.

‘Because you want him.” Bill blushed bright pink and ducked his head, hiding behind a black curtain of hair. Tom covered his twin’s hand on his thigh with his own. “Not only do you want him, I trust that you will be gentle with him.”

Tom looked at Bushido, his eyes begging for understanding. “I trust that you will be as gentle with him as one who loves him.”

Bushido was silent. His eyes fixed on Bill and held him there. Yes, he definitely wanted Bill, had for some time. The idea of not wanting Bill was something Bushido couldn’t comprehend. The boy was beautiful, more beautiful than most girls, but it wasn’t just that. There was something about him, something Bushido couldn’t quite put his finger on. Some light shining from deep inside the boy, making him brighter, making his tiny body take up all the space in the room. Once you’d seen him, once you were caught in Bill’s snare, you were pulled in, sucked in so hard you couldn’t escape if you wanted to. And the most frustrating part, the most glorious part was that you didn’t want to. You only wanted to be inside Bill; Bushido only wanted to be inside Bill.

Tom started to thumb the brim of his cap, and his jaws clenched, the muscles bunching up and bulging, and he stood up. “Look, maybe we shouldn’t--”

Something between nerves and lust churned in Bushido’s belly. If they were going to do this, and oh, God, did he want to do this, it needed to be now. He pushed himself away from the bar and crossed the room to stand in front of Bill, his hand out for Bill to take. Bill’s eyes were wide when he looked up at Bushido, and Bushido read the need there, read the fear there. Velvet brown eyes flicked to his brother, standing beside Bushido, and he slipped a slim, cold hand into Bushido’s.

The walk to Bushido’s bedroom was long and uncomfortable. He wondered why he’d bought this ridiculously large house, even as he realized that the trip wasn’t long because they had to go far, it was long because of the silence, because of the need, because of the destination. Bill’s palm was going clammy in Bushido’s warm hand, and he squeezed Bill’s fingers slightly, pulling the boy just a little faster toward the room at the end of the hall.

Bushido opened the door to his room, holding the handle and ushering the twins inside. He closed the door behind him and locked it before crossing to the bed on the pedestal in the center of the room. It was large and the comforter was fluffy and eggshell in color, the pillows arranged high at the headboard. It was nothing like the sin den that others would expect a man like Bushido to sleep in, and he liked it that way. Very few people were allowed in here, and this was where Bushido allowed himself to just be Anis.

He held the headboard as he toed off his shoes, taking in the silence of the men who stood nervously by the door. Bill played with the zipper tab of his leather jacket, zipping up several teeth, zipping back down, and Tom shuffled and crossed his arms before uncrossing and folding his hands in front of him. The ceiling fan clicked in its circuits overhead and Bushido’s nerves were making his belly clinch down low.

He came to Bill, as Bill had come to him, open but nervous, and he reached out to still those fluttery hands still worrying Bill’s zipper. He buried slim fingers in his own and waited until Bill gave him his eyes.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I promise.” He brought Bill’s hands to his lips and dotted kisses along the knuckles, just tasting the smooth skin. Bill's armor cracked, and he gave Bushido a shy smile.

Bushido smiled back, a gesture of reassurance from a man who could use one himself, and he gently tugged Bill toward the bed. He saw Tom take a seat in the armchair by the door, but the older twin was outside his range of interest at the moment. The world was consumed by Bill, and it was everything Bushido had to not fall inside of him, in his deep velvet eyes, in his plush pink lips, inside Bill himself. Taking this slowly was not going to be easy, but he knew that’s what he had to do. Anything else, any way else would be like scaring the doves from the trees.

So when Bushido leaned in to kiss Bill, he leaned slowly, holding his breath and waiting for Bill to bolt. Bill’s eyes fluttered and he closed them just when Bushido was too close to focus. When his own soft lips touched Bill’s, just brushing over them to feel their trembling, Bushido’s stomach clenched hard and he felt the blood race to his groin.

He dropped Bill’s hands in favor of the bones of Bill’s hips, and he spanned them with long fingers. He slipped his thumbs into the belt-loops and pulled Bill closer. Bill squeaked at the sudden jerk and his mouth opened under Bushido’s, who licked at the inside of Bill’s top lip. He was trying so very hard, trying not to throw this beautiful boy down on his bed and rip off the damn leather and denim between them, and so he just played his tongue so close to the inside, so close to where he wanted to be.

Bill seemed to have other ideas. He tilted his head and sucked Bushido’s tongue into his mouth, a move that drug a moan from the rapper and strong, hard arms encircled Bill’s waist, pulling him hard against Bushido and the hard-on that was aching in his pants.

They kissed until they couldn’t breathe and pulled back, panting. Bill opened his eyes slowly, as if he didn’t want to open them at all, and when they focused on him, Bushido’s legs began to quiver. He’d met Bill many times, at award shows and after-parties. He’d seen Bill on talk-shows and in concerts. He’d even seen the boy around the jewelry stores, shopping for more bling to add to his collection of shiny rings and necklaces. But in all the time he’d known Bill, in all the times he’d seen Bill, he’d never seen an expression on him like the one he wore now.

Bill’s eyes were kohled, dark and hooded, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Plush lips parted softly, a thin sheen of lipgloss and Bushido’s saliva lined them, and Bushido’s dick grew harder when he thought about just that little bit of him inside Bill. He lost his breath and he kissed Bill again, his lips harder and more demanding, and Bill gave back everything he got. He sucked Bill’s lips, sucked his tongue, wrestled with it and scraped his teeth against it, not sure if he wanted to make love or war, because both felt really damn good.

Bill’s hands crept up Bushido’s chest during the onslaught and they clenched, grasping the taut muscles under Bushido’s thin tee shirt, before gathering the fabric up and twisting it in his fists. He pulled Bushido closer yet and his hip bumped against Bushido’s. He gasped into Bill’s mouth, not expecting that Bill would be so forward, stupidly not expecting the jolt of pleasure that ran from his cock up his spine. Bill bumped him again, rolling his hips a little this time, dragging his clothed cock tentatively against Bushido’s groin. Bushido’s legs went weak and he willed himself to breathe, willed himself to calm the fuck down before he lost it like a teenager, desperate and panting in the back of his mother’s car, coming before he could even get inside the easy girl lying with her legs spread, wet pussy gleaming in the dim glow from the streetlamp.

Bushido broke their kiss and stepped back, grasping the edges of Bill’s jacket and pulling it slowly off Bill’s shoulders before tossing it to the side. Somewhere beside them, he heard fabric rustle and turned to see Tom taking off his hoodie and hat before settling into the plush armchair. Tom’s look was unreadable, his face passive, but the clenching of his fingers around the folds in his jeans gave away his tension.

Bushido felt thin arms slip around his neck, and Bill’s tongue played in the dip of skin above his collarbone. A slow flame licked inside him, and Bushido felt his control slipping. His fingers fumbled for the hem of Bill’s tee shirt and he lifted it quickly, pulling it over Bill’s head.

Bill reciprocated, slowly raising Bushido’s shirt until he could pull it off and toss it behind them. Bushido ran his hands up and down Bill’s sides, his fingers tickling and arousing all at once, and Bill gasped when thick thumbs brushed carefully over his tiny, pink nipples.

More rustling came from Tom’s chair, and the men by the bed glanced over at him. Tom was taking his clothes off, all of them. Bushido looked away, focusing on Bill. Tom wasn’t the one he was interested in, and it seemed oddly rude to look so closely at Tom’s body when Tom wasn’t the one he wanted. Instead he watched Bill watch Tom.

He watched Bill sweep his eyes over Tom, he watched desire play over delicate features, he watched Bill’s tongue slip out and lick at his lips, and a rock formed in Bushido’s gut as he realized his place.

He was the surrogate.

When Tom had called to set this up, he knew Tom would be watching. Tom stated it clearly and Bushido was okay with that. It was a damn hot kink, he admitted to himself, and if Tom wanted to sit and watch him fuck his brother, Bushido figured he definitely wasn’t anyone to judge that. This was just a little game the boys played, and he was happy to play along.

But he realized now. He knew now. This wasn’t a game, and no one was playing here. He turned to look at Tom, bolder now because he knew that Tom was in this as much as he was, and he knew that Tom was fair game. Whether Tom knew it or not.

The look on Tom’s face mirrored his brother’s, and the love and naked lust Bushido saw there while Tom’s eyes were full of Bill triggered Bushido’s adrenaline, making his legs burn and tremble. This was wrong, so very wrong, and Bushido didn’t give a shit. The twins deserved more than this.

He stroked two fingers from Bill’s ear to his chin and nudged Bill’s face toward him.

“You think we can get your brother to come play, too?” His voice was a husky whisper, breaking with the effort of keeping it low, keeping it calm.

Bill’s eyes glistened with need and his face shone with anticipation even as he gave Bushido a wry smile. He hesitated for only a moment, just long enough to make Bushido question and doubt if he really should be offering this opportunity.

“Ask him. Ask him, Anis, because I can’t.” Bill ducked his head, his forehead resting on the muscle of Bushido’s shoulder, and he felt the heat radiating into his skin there, making him sweat. He pet damp palms down Bill’s hair and turned to Tom.

“C’mon.” Bushido gestured with his head toward the bed.

Tom’s face paled, and he shook his head, grabbing onto the arms of the chair as if he was holding on in a giant windstorm. He wasn’t sure he was ready to be blown away.

Bushido whispered in Bill’s ear, his lips close enough to brush the fleshy lobe. “He said no.”

A soft whine escaped the back of Bill’s throat, and he released Bushido to go to Tom. He stopped in front of his brother, eyes sweeping over him, taking in the tremble in his belly, the hardness of his thighs and between his legs. He put a soft hand out, an invitation.

“Please, Tom. Just be there, okay? Just be by me.” Bill wiggled his fingers, waiting for Tom to take them.

Very slowly, his eyes locked with Bill’s, Tom peeled his fingers from the edge of the chair and took Bill’s hand, with a feeling he’d suddenly stepped into a hurricane. Bill squeezed Tom’s hand then, and repeated Bushido’s gesture, kissing Tom’s knuckles, but Bill’s lips were open, and wet, and he licked Tom’s fingers, tasting him.

Tom was mesmerized by the movement and didn’t hesitate, didn’t question when Bill led him back to the bed. He climbed on the bed and scooted over to the far edge, resting on his side, sitting up on his elbow.

Bushido smirked at the realization that there were no exceptions to everyone wanting Bill, and he reached for Bill’s belt. Bill watched him with calm eyes, his tongue playing at the edge of his lip before he began to work the clasp of Bushido’s jeans.

And then the barriers were gone, piled on the floor with the personas that lived in them, and it was Bill and Anis standing there, open and clean. Bill touched him again, dipping his fingers where his mouth had suckled earlier, circling over the purple stain he’d left there, before trailing down and brushing lightly over dark brown nipples that hardened under Bill’s touch. Anis caught his breath and tightened his grip on Bill’s hip.

Dark fingers wrapped around the side of Bill’s neck, and he pulled the boy to him then, wanting to taste him again. Needing to taste him again. He sucked at Bill’s lips, pulling them gently into his mouth before licking them again and sucking open mouthed kisses down Bill’s jaw, down his neck and across his shoulder.

Something bumped his hip, something he wasn’t used to, and he looked between them to see Bill’s erection, growing and pulsing, tapping his hip, tapping at his groin. The head was dark red and glistening, and Anis failed to hold his groan in, failed to keep his legs from deserting him.

He dropped to his knees with a soft thud on the plush beige carpet, holding onto Bill’s hips like the kid might actually be able to hold him if he were to fall over completely. Bill clung to him though, holding Anis’s head, his fingers sifting through the fine hairs there.

Anis looked at the cock that bounced in front of his face, watched it swell further, watch it go a darker red, and he felt his own cock swell painfully. He gently wrapped his fingers around Bill’s shaft and stuck his tongue out, flattening it and running it underneath the head of Bill’s cock. He sucked Bill’s cock down his throat and pulled back to lick the head before sucking it long and hard, bobbing his head slowly, saliva coating his hardness and dripping down his balls. The muscles of Bill’s thigh shifted and quivered under his hand, and Anis held him up then, and after licking around the head of Bill’s cock once more, pushed him onto the bed.

Bill scrambled up there, sprawling himself out next to his brother, looking at Tom and smiling a secret, small smile that had Tom running his hand down his belly, fingertips trailing over his groin.

Anis joined them then, spreading Bill’s legs and lying down between them. He looked up the length of the lithe, white body before him. Bill’s eyes were on him, hot and black, and his lips parted, breath panting out in anticipation. Their connection didn’t break even as Anis’s hand found Bill’s cock again, as plush, dark lips wrapped around that cock and sucked hard down the root, sucked hard enough to make Bill’s toes curl. It didn’t break as Bill reached for Tom’s hand, Anis’s tongue swirling around him, Anis lapping and drooling on him until Bill looked like he might just explode before they could even really get started.

Their connection did break when Anis lifted Bill’s hips and spread him with his thumbs. Anis breathed warm air onto the tiny, puckered hole, before laving it roughly with his tongue. Bill grunted in pleasure and let his legs fall open, scrabbling his fingers at Tom’s arm. The hole twitched under Anis’s tongue and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling the way the muscles of Bill’s ass under his palms tightened before giving way and giving in.

He licked his way up the soft skin between Bill’s hole and his sack, sucking his balls into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue. Bill moaned and threw his head back, pulling at Tom’s arm, pulling him closer.

Tom was watching Anis, watching how his tongue flowed over his brother, making the boy thrash under his ministrations and his own tongue played with his lip ring, frantically pushing is from side to side, tapping at it and licking. Anis rolled his hips into the comforter.

“Kiss him.” Anis’s command was husky and low.

“What?” Tom’s eyes were wide, like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

“Kiss him. I want you to kiss him.” He dipped his tongue low into Bill’s hole again and came back up. “He wants you to kiss him.”

Their was hesitation in Tom’s eyes, and fear, because once this happened, once he did this, there was no turning back. And Anis knew it. Having a little bit of Bill meant wanting more of Bill until you had all of Bill. He knew once Tom stepped off that cliff, there was no saving him. But he also knew that Tom wanted to step off that cliff more than he wanted anything.

“Kiss him, Tom.” But Tom was already there. Anis’s belly tensed and he rolled his hips harder into the mattress, dragging his aching cock, leaking into the comforter. He watched Tom molest his brother’s mouth with his tongue, watched the sloppy, wet acceptance of it from Bill, and he knew he’d made the right decision.

Bill pulled Tom’s hand toward him, placing it on his chest and guiding it down his belly. Anis could see how it shook as it smoothed down the pale flesh there, whisping over tattoos and nipples, trailing around Bill’s navel and the light brown curls around his cock, and Anis worked his tongue up the dark blue vein on the underside. He leaned up and his mouth captured Tom’s fingers where they played on Bill, and heard Tom’s gasp when Anis sucked two of them in to the second knuckle, his tongue separating and soaking the fingers. He let them go with a pop.

“Come down here, I want to show you something.”

The hesitation had left Tom, he knew he was in it, and he scooted down between Bill’s legs as commanded.

Anis opened Bill again, and Bill caught his breath. His brother was down there, His Tom was down there, looking at him. Looking at him so closely and so close to where Bill craved his attention that he almost couldn’t pull the oxygen out of the air enough to survive.

“You see that?” Anis’s voice was soft and full of some kind of wonder at the boy that lay before them. Tom nodded. “That isn’t just what you think it is.”

Tom looked at him, confusion overlaying the lust and need in his features. Anis laved his tongue over Bill’s hole again and got a long moan for his effort.

“It’s pure Bill.” Anis held Tom’s chin with just his fingers and pulled it toward him, first sliding his lips over Tom’s before thrusting his tongue between Tom’s lips. He knew he had Bill’s taste on him, and he knew Tom wouldn’t be able to resist. Tom sucked at Anis, pulling the older man’s tongue firmly into his mouth and licking off every bit of Bill he tasted there.

Anis pulled back, breathing hard and rested his mouth at Tom’s cheek.

“Taste him.”

Tom’s head jerked away and he looked at Anis hard.

“I…He doesn’t--” Tom stammered and looked again at his brother, splayed out and writhing in front of him.

“Yes he does, taste him.” Anis’ fingers played in the dreads at the back of Tom’s head and nudged him gently toward his brother. He felt Tom quake, but the boy leaned his face to Bill’s thigh, rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin there before turning to lick the skin he’d just nuzzled.

Bill’s mouth hung open, wet with seeing Tom between his legs, and as much as Anis wanted to touch him, he knew Bill simply couldn’t take it. The charge between the twins was so electric and so heavy that Anis was afraid to thrust into the bed again, afraid that if he did, he would come. So he scooted back and leaned his stubbly cheek against the softness of Bill’s thigh and watched Tom delve into Bill’s tight hole, his tongue hard. Bill’s thighs trembled beneath his cheek and Bill’s fingers threaded through Tom’s dreads and Anis’s short hair, clasping and tugging. Tom’s own hips were thrusting into the comforter and Anis slid from between Bill’s legs, Bill’s fingers grasping at the empty air he left there. He captured those fingers and kissed the tips as he got off the bed, letting them go just long enough to rummage through his bedside table, coming back with a bottle of lube.

He settled between Bill’s legs again, the spot there warm like he never left it, and he pressed himself into Tom’s side. Tom moaned around the tongue that was still licking his brother and wrapped his arm around Anis’s waist. His skin was soft and warm, like Bill’s, and Anis found himself aching and thrusting into Tom’s hip slowly until the friction nearly drove him over the edge, nearly drove him mad. He licked a long stripe across Tom’s shoulder before suckling on the older twin’s neck, dipping his tongue behind the cute shell of his ear. He felt Tom suck his breath in before he turned quickly and attacked Anis with musky lips, tongue lapping wildly at Anis’s.

Anis struggled for his breath, struggled to slow this down, because he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take, how much of Tom’s mouth, how much friction on his dick. He wrapped his hand around Tom’s neck, nestling the twin’s jaw in his large palm and stroking his thumb over the boy’s cheek. He leaned back, pulling Tom’s lips off of his and put the bottle of lube into Tom’s hand.

“Do you know what to do with this?” Anis searched his face, searched his eyes, and smiled when Tom nodded. “Do it. It’s okay.”

Tom’s eyes held his for a moment longer, and Anis thought his heart might break at the emotions swirling there. So much was frightening for these two, there was so much at risk, but they wanted this so much, they needed it. And maybe this would be the only time they could have it, and if it was, Anis was going to do what needed to be done to let that happen.

Tom popped the top of the bottle open and coated his fingers thickly with the slippery liquid. He handed the bottle back to Anis and brought those fingers to his brother’s wet, pink hole, circling it gently before slipping a finger inside. Bill caught his breath and the moan that followed was long and sinful, making Anis’s belly flutter and he echoed that moan quietly.

He watched Tom slide his finger in Bill before slipping it out and adding two. Tom’s palm turned up, and from the twitch of Bill’s belly and legs, Anis knew he’d found the spot that would make Bill mewl and scream. He slid his cock against Tom’s hip, spreading around the precome leaking from the purple head. He scooted up and wrapped his lips around Bill’s dick again as Tom thrust a third slick finger inside his brother, and Bill’s fingers grabbed at Anis’s hair, snagging his ears and scratching his scalp until he would have smiled around Bill’s cock if it hadn’t have been so awkward.

Tom pulled himself to his knees and Anis looked up at him as he hovered over his twin. Tom’s eyes were black and hooded, his cock dripping in his hand as he covered it in lubrication. Something like resignation lived in his features then, resignation and lust and love and anticipation, and Anis felt like an intruder and a thief. He shouldn’t be seeing this, shouldn’t be witness to an intimacy this deep, love this whole.

Anis released Bill’s cock and licked the underside again as it lay on Bill’s stomach. Rising to his knees, he pulled Tom to him, trapping Bill’s leg between them as he pushed himself hard against Tom’s chest and murmured into wet lips.

“He’s all yours.”

Then he bent over Bill, and kissed him gently, lapping tiny little licks at his beautiful, plush lips, before scooting off the bed. He quickly gathered his clothes, and as he reached for the bedroom door, he heard Bill whisper behind him.

“I always was.”