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Ingo's eyes snapped open, every muscle in his body tense and at the ready. A soft snore sounded rather close to his ear and the mass pressed against him shifted slightly, an arm coming up to loosely grip his chest. With no danger present Ingo relaxed, frown softening as his name slipped from Emmet's lips. Carefully, not wanting to disturb Emmet despite his heavy sleeping habits, he rolled onto his side so he could drape an arm over his brother. His frown deepened again at the sight of Emmet's flushed face, hair stuck to his forehead and mouth slightly parted. It was the dead of winter, surely it wasn't that hot?
"Ingoooo...." Ingo stiffened, breath catching at the low moan. He gently cupped Emmet's face, thumb brushing circles over his cheek.
"Haaahhh....In...Ingo..." A pause. Had he caused that? Ingo rubbed his thumb over Emmet's cheek again and was disappointed at the lack of sound, but the way Emmet's head tilted back to expose his neck made up for it.
"Oh, Emmet..." Ingo murmured, letting his hand slide down to Emmet's neck. He caressed the vulnerable skin, more than pleased with the shuddering groan it elicited and the way Emmet's hips tilted against him. There was no throwing out the thoughts that crossed his mind now. Propping his pillow under his elbow he trailed his hand down Emmet's side, enjoying the way he shivered under his touch, resting at his hip. Another moan slipped from him as Ingo rubbed a possessive hand over his hip, fingers tracing over his twin's softer muscles. Ingo bit his lip as Emmet tried to press closer to him and he hooked his arm around Emmet's back to hold him close.
"Pleeee.....sss...." Well, if he was going to ask nicely for once...Ingo leaned in to press a kiss to Emmet's forehead, hand slipping below the waistband of his boxers to squeeze what little ass Emmet had. The younger twin jerked against Ingo, letting out a stuttered groan that only made Ingo aware of how tight his own already illfitting boxers were - he hadn't thought it important enough yet to replace that drawer of clothes, and perhaps that was to his benefit right now.
"I love you, Emmet," the words fell out in a whisper, Ingo blushing that he'd let his mouth get ahead of him. Emmet only nuzzled closer in to him, head buried in his chest, much to Ingo's delight. Cute.
"Brother...Har-Ingooooo..." Emmet rolled his hips against Ingo, dampness seeping through both their underwear, though Ingo couldn't tell where one brother ended and the other began. Ingo slowly teased Emmet's boxers down, silently praying for him to not wake up. Fortunately, ever the heavy sleeper, Emmet did little more than wriggle under the teasing touch, burying further into Ingo's chest if anything. Slipping his own pair down was much easier, carefully kicking them off and shoving them to the side.
Ingo planted his hand on Emmet's chest, fingers spread wide. He could feel where the muscle curved away, the realisation of their differences hitting him again; Emmet's fingertips could barely reach over Ingo's pecs. Ingo trailed his hand down Emmet's front, tracing the softer muscles of his less defined abs. Emmet wasn't squishy by any means, but he was leaner, skinny, perhaps even a little underweight, compared to Ingo's muscular and toned build. Fingers changed course, following his hip in toward the centre. Emmet shifted slightly, chuffing the way he did whenever Ingo tried to catch him with his ticklish spots exposed.
Slivers of silver irises caught Ingo's eye and he snapped to attention.
"Mmm...Ingo...?" Emmet mumbled, half heartedly trying to properly open his eyes.
"Shhh, I'm right here Emmet. Roll over and go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up," Ingo crooned softly. Emmet made a noise and slowly rolled over onto his other side and shuffled back up against Ingo, letting out a whine when Ingo gently pulled him in tight, arm draped possessively over Emmet's belly. He slipped his other arm under their pillows, Emmet letting out a dying hum as Ingo's fingers fiddled with soft hair.
"Shhh, shhh..." Ingo pressed his lips against the crown of Emmet's head, trying his best to ignore the stray hairs that tickled at his nose. Emmet quickly slipped back into the long, deep breaths of sleep, Ingo letting out the mental breath he'd been holding. He let time stretch out, simply enjoying their shared warmth as he waited for Emmet to properly settle back into sleep. A vague mumble from Emmet told Ingo he was dreaming again.
Ingo's free arm strayed down Emmet's abdomen, fingers brushing over his erection.
"Good dreams?" Ingo murmured softly, fingers wrapping around the length. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin, enjoying the slight arch of Emmet's back against his chest as he pressed against the underside of the head, drops of pre-cum rolling down onto his fingers. He wiped the sticky droplets back onto Emmet, stroking his hand up and down his twin's dick. He couldn't see the way Emmet's lips parted slightly, teeth resting on his lower lip, but Ingo could remember the image clear as day from previous experiences. Emmet whined under his touch, Ingo unable to help his jump in pace, wanting to draw more of those sounds out of him.
"mmmmffff...ingooooo..." Emmet moaned, hips stuttering forward into Ingo's hand as reward. Ingo tilted his head and nuzzled into Emmet's neck, taking a deep breath of the lingering pine scented body wash, so very Emmet. Teeth lightly scraped over the soft skin on Emmet's neck, Ingo threatening to nip but never going through with potentially waking his brother. Instead he settled for drawing his tongue in long slow strokes over his neck and shoulder. Shudders pulsed through Emmet whenever Ingo paused to gently suck at the delicate skin, leaving small flushed marks that would fade by morning. Emmet's ass ground against his groin and Ingo found his hand growing warm and sticky. Ah. Excited. A smile played at the corners of Ingo's mouth.
Ingo slid his hand up Emmet's dick one last time, thoroughly coating himself in as much of his brother's cum as he could, and, trying to spread as little as possible over the bedsheets and blanket, he wrapped his hand around his own to coat it with what was left. Not enough. He didn't want to hurt Emmet, especially when the communication lines were only one way. Hissing through grit teeth at the chilly winter air that met his exposed arm, Ingo reached out for his nightstand. If he remembered correctly...top drawer...Yeah, that shape seemed familiar. Squinting in the dim light cast by his alarm clock he confirmed his choice and turned his attention back to Emmet. After a few minutes of holding the bottle against his side to vaguely warm the contents Ingo popped the lid open. Though awkward with one hand, he managed to keep most of the lube on himself, letting the bottle slip off the side of the bed.
Ingo pumped his hand over his cock, letting the wet sounds edge him on until he was forced to stop; it would do no good to reach his destination early. Scooping up what lube he could, Ingo teased his fingers against Emmet's ass, slipping back and forth over his hole. With each press against the ring of muscle Emmet gave drawn out, stuttering groans, hips canting back and pressing against Ingo's dick.
"Haaaahhh..." Emmet moaned as Ingo slowly corkscrewed his index finger, hooking it to put pressure on Emmet. With how eager his little brother seemed to be, Ingo quickly slipped in a second, carefully testing out a scissoring motion that put a severe arch in Emmet's back and tilted his head.
"Mmmm...mmmmore...puh-" a choked groan cut off Emmet's sleep mumblings as Ingo's calloused fingers dug against his sweet spot and rubbed. Breathy groans and gasps flowed from Emmet, the sounds sweeter to Ingo's ears than any Combee's honey on his tongue.
Ingo pressed his lips to Emmet's neck, murmuring a half hearted apology as he slowly dragged his fingers from his brother. Maybe not at much preparation as if Emmet were conscious but the...illicit nature of his activity was exciting. Ingo shifted his shoulder, guiding Emmet's head into a slightly more comfortable position that didn't put too much pressure on his trapped arm. His free hand stroked his dick once, twice, then took hold halfway up to guide himself into Emmet.
The pressure around his aching cock was incredible, sliding lower as Ingo slowly buried himself in Emmet. The grunt that came out of him sounded foreign, more animalistic and primal than Ingo expected. He wanted to sing Emmet's praise but for as deep a sleeper the younger twin was, Ingo's impressive vocals would certainly wake him.
"I love you, Emmet. I love you so much," it was all he could do to keep his voice grounded. Soft. Quiet. And best of all, no Emmet telling him how cheesy that was and to just fuck him.
With no more track left to run in his partner, Ingo fought against every primal urge that reared its head, wanting to enjoy the connection they shared in every way. The trust Emmet had placed in him when the younger twin had aired this idea. The physical bond they shared this very instance that linked them as a two car train.
Emmet squirmed on his cock, sending fresh waves of pleasure through him. Even asleep Emmet seemed determined to carry on his impatience. And that was plenty of go ahead for Ingo.
Ingo slowly withdrew, testing Emmet's reaction with a soft thrust. Then another. Them faster. It wasn't a breakneck pace by any means, slower and more leisurely without any sense of frenzied urgency Emmet usually brought; Ingo was in control here. He could take it as slow as he wanted, carefully guiding each instroke in response to the noises that slipped from Emmet. Of course, though Emmet would not know, he couldn't hog all the enjoyment for himself. If Emmet was having a good dream, Ingo would make it even better. He firmly wrapped his hand around Emmet's length, surprised by how aroused he was again.
"I almost wish I knew what you were dreaming about...of course you're still horny, my beloved pest," Ingo murmured affectionately, pressing a line of kisses down Emmet's shoulder. It was so pleasant without the teasing jibes about how gay he was being, not that he'd give those up for anything. It was just all the more reason to spout mush to his brother, when he couldn't snap back. There was a stutter to his thrusts that quickly evened out as his hand tried to counter the opposite rhythm on Emmet's cock.
Though Ingo had filled out since his return, the muscle gain from Hisui had certainly not left him yet. Their bed rocked in time with his movements, grunts filling the silence between creaks. His hand squeezed around Emmet as the younger twin let out a shuddering whine, coating Ingo's hand in a new layer of cum. His hand slipped easily up and down Emmet's shaft as Ingo encouraged his orgasm, twisting his hand to put pressure in just the right spot that turned his lover to jelly, even in his sleep. The overwhelming pleasure, in consciousness, would usually end up with Emmet draped limply over Ingo, stars dancing at the edge of his vision. Asleep, Ingo could only begin to imagine how he might feel, having the best dream of his life.
Ingo slowed his hand, drawing it back to rub small, soft circles into Emmet's abdomen; his hand moved on its own, clearly practiced as his fingers refamiliarised him with well trodden paths. The soft shivers sent through Emmet went straight to his own dick, Ingo unable to keep the shuddering moan in his throat instead muffling it in the back of Emmet's neck. He wasn't going to last much longer himself, he realised, as Emmet suddenly jerked into him. Right.
With one last stroke of his spent cock, Ingo's hand slipped down his thigh, hooking around the muscle and pulling Emmet's leg up just enough to give himself leverage. With each thrust he pulled Emmet closer, linking them deeper, more securely than before. As expected he didn't take long, putting to test just how heavy a sleeper Emmet truly was as Ingo slapped against his ass, driven by his own selfish pleasure with each thrust more forceful than the last.
Finally ecstasy crashed through him. He couldn't help fucking his release deeper into his brother, as if it might achieve something other than maybe staining the sheets. Whatever rhythm he had staggered, coming to a sudden awkward halt. Though his chest screamed at him he held his breath, listening for Emmet's less ragged panting; though somewhat shallow the younger twin took long breaths, signalling to Ingo he was still asleep. If he had any semblance of thought other than how much he loved Emmet and, well, bliss, he might've given his brother a ribbing about how he could sleep through Archeops' wailing. In the morning, perhaps. For now Ingo curled his arm over Emmet's chest and tucked him in against his own, careful not to let his length slip out as he shuffled into a somewhat more comfortable position. He wanted to stay coupled just a little bit longer, enjoy his beloved's presence against him and savour every single second of it before he would drag himself out of their shared warmth to conduct what clean up he could.
"You're so cute. Handsome. Pretty." Ingo murmured, no Emmet to stop him, "I'm so lucky to have you," he ended with a kiss pressed into his partner's hair and a comforting squeeze of his arm
"But...you owe me one, I got you off twice, dear brother," Ingo nuzzled into Emmet's shaggy hair, making a note to schedule haircuts for the both of them.
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"WELL, I had a verrry good dream last night," Emmet's eyes twinkled, a mischievous glint hidden behind them, as if he hadn't just told Ingo he looked like he lost a fight; he was having trouble returning to his old sleep schedule after all. Ingo buried his face in his coffee cup to hide the soft flush of his cheeks, suddenly finding the kitchen sink rather interesting. It was hard to not notice Emmet standing up and leaning over the bench, sprawling himself across it to put a hand on Ingo's mug, encouraging him to lower it.
"Don't you want to hear aaaaalllll about it, big brother?"