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Drinking until intoxicated is wrong, as is incest. However, it should be noted that one is more accepted than the other, Donnie concludes as he swirls his cup, watching the amber liquid swirl and settle. There's no one waiting to spit in his face and kick him out of his house and street for having one too many drinks. This is unlike if he were to pursue the pretty one in blue, then most certainly that would be the case. Except no one would know. No one ever knows, and so the soft shell’s eyes rest comfortably on the slider’s shape. Watching the sway of his hips mingling with those of other guests, and those wandering hands he wished were his own caressing their curves. What are the chances Don’s family would know of these desires? They didn't seem to notice either his questionable habits or his collection of erotic audio files he had accumulated over the years. No one was ever the wiser, so what was there to fear? Would they even realize if he were to push Leo up against a wall that it would be in sinful taste? Do they even have the brainpower to draw that sort of assumption? Donnie chuckles through his nose, choking a little as something clicked into place. The consequence only comes when they know, so what if he just made sure they didn't? He takes another sip, the burn long gone into a gentle cold numb. It would be okay then, wouldn't it? They couldn't punish him for something that, as far as anyone was concerned, wasn't happening.
Yes. Yes, he could make this work.
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Leo’s figure is rolling temptation, moving among the crowded room as though he belonged. The bodies around him parted as if a surrounding sea, as he made his way over, closer, and closer, fuzzy and blurry. Donnie downs the rest of his drink at the sight, enjoying the view and the spin.
“Hey, Don..” Leo waves a hand and the soft shell doesn't respond more than a smile, reaching for Leo and resting a hand on the small of his waist.
“Heyyy Leo.” He slurs, all jumbled mouth and fluttery eyes, as he leans over closer, getting into his space. “Hi..” he repeats, goofy, cute and everything unlike himself.
Leo blinks at him, a frown on his brow as he regards his twin, “Oh, ok, time for you to head back..” He mumbles, moving away his hand. “You've had way too much to drink.”
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His brother is close, oh so close. The curl of warm breath wafting over the tickle of Donnie’s skin as the slider groans. His arm looped under Donnie’s, hauling him upright, directing him, and pushing him into the familiarity of the soft shell’s room
Their bodies are far too close, closer than Donnie had kept them before, but it’s alright because it was Leo who started it. He’s the one who opened the door–embracing all notion of instinctual motion as Donnie pushed forward, a click of the handle, two bodies meeting in a searing kiss as he pressed the slider up and against the metal. Clicking at him, a coo of a purr as he leans in and nuzzles his throat, inhaling the soft subtle scent. The slider’s breath hitches.
No one’s going to know.
“D-dee?” Leo worries out loud, squirming in just the right way his thigh brushes against Donnie’s groin, delicious friction so numb and tickling he slumps into it, bonking his forehead as he breathes deep. Feeling and holding the moment between the claws of his pointer and thumb, a cocky villain with his treasure. — “nardo” he moans in reply, nosing closer-
A hand grips his chest, pushing, so weakly it's as if he doesn't even try. “Donnie? You're drunk”. It would be so easy for him to push him off if he wanted, but here he is, wide-eyed and hesitant.
“Mnn am I” The soft shell kisses his throat, his hands fumbling with the band of the slider’s shorts, tugging them each way and that. It slips down his hips to skim across scales and scratch the bend, which makes Leo whine, open-mouthed and beautiful.
Only Donnie would know how he looks.
“You don't know what you're doing,” the slider complains in his clear bliss, wetting his lips as he swallows hard as a hand simply darts down his shorts, rubbing. The simmering heat in his belly burning so distant, Donnie merely cocks his head.
“Don't I’m..?” His words slur a little at the end, twisting and building as he strokes his thumb across the growing wetness. His voice chuckles as he dives in to lick and nibble, feeling the bob of his brother's throat, the wag of his tail and the shiver of his unwinding body..
“No Dee.” Leo arches into the touch. His voice dripping sweet hesitance, “It's wrong.” Tumbling loose off his lips as he sags forward, embracing the touch as a finger dips inside. The digits stroking between twitching slick walls.
“It's okay..” Donnie crooks a finger, searching and brushing for something he knows would make the slider moan. Taking his time to slowly introduce another in his search, “It's okay.” He purrs, hands moving, finally getting those shorts down those luscious hips as he digs in deeper. A child without a spoon and a pudding cup who's not afraid to get his hands a little dirty, or perhaps his tongue as he slides down, sinking to his knees. His head foggy and spinning as he gives a timid lick, watching the twitch of muscles with a dotting smile-
“D-don.” Leo fists the back of his mask, holding him there, and the soft shell growls, “we can't..” he murmurs and Donnie pulls away, rising up.
His arms looped around Leo's waist, pulling him in, turning him, directing, falling, spreading, holding and blinking. The soft shell’s smile, that of a gracing red across his cheeks, blood flowing steadily to the head.
“Please..” Don holds the slider to the bed as he pleads ever so, keeping wrists trapped to rolling sheets. “Been watching, waiting…”
With his hands at his sides, he had waited for so long. Then, all of a sudden, his darling slider slid up all enchanting and granted his deepest wish in a single moment.
“I know you like this..”
“Don, I don't think-” Leo begins, only to be cut off with a nibble at his neck, turning into a low suck at his sweet spot, that drew forth a filthy sound from his throat. Donnie purrs at that, nosing beneath his ear slit, feeling the slider whimper. Kissing him further..
“See, I knew you were into this,” the genius whispers, before indulging in a kiss against the jugular. “Why resist?” he mocks. The curl of his breath sends pinpricks to shudder the slider's scales, making Leo’s toes curl as he tries to move away, shaking his head.
“You're drunk, and my twin.” Leo protests, “My drunk twin.” He adds, as if that makes it any worse, wiggling his hips that Don takes to hold down and knead with his thumb.
“So?” the young prodigy hums, clicking low in his throat. “No one has to know, they can't do anything if they don't know…” he assures, nibbling and tasting, “I want you.”
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It seems perhaps the want is mutual as Donnie’s lips are immediately captured by the sliders, ‘fuck it why not’ searing into the mingled spit, and the clink of their teeth as Leo arches up. His entire being chasing him whole, and Donnie sags into it, nibbling the bottom of Leo’s lip. His nerves, a low burning pot. The water of his lust ready to boil as he pushes the slider back down, straddling him as his head slowly meets the mattress.
Yes. In the end, it seems he is wanted as much as he wants, for Leo drinks him down, and he finds Don tastes like Chantelle brandy; light amber gold, with an oak nutty undertone, and the aroma of honey and spice. It swims in their heads as their hips slowly grind. Senses chasing friction as their slits grow closer and closer until they moan into each other at the delicious roll of raw direct touch.
Leo suddenly whines, moving away his head, “Shorts..” he complains, flexing his wrist, “Take them off.” He breathes heavily and toothful, all bratty and demanding with a huff of his chest and a wobble of his lip.
“Don’t tell me what to do..” Donnie nips, harshly dragging his teeth at his throat as he grips Leo’s hips tighter, digging his nails in, shivering at that telling spark, bleeding in those insufferable eyes.
“Make me, papi.” The slider purrs, rolling up his hips, dragging forth a snarl-choked groan, matching it with his own mocking moan. “Or are you not able–”
What an annoying, punchable mess his twin is, Donnie thinks. He should just up and leave, but it is Leo’s hand. The way it feels perfectly underneath Donnie's palms, the way it moves with the sway of his katana, and Donnie is in love. He leans in and bites it, his wrist, the knuckle, tasting each part of his growing desire.
“Won't be speaking when I'm done with you.” He finds in himself to announce. The growl of satisfaction of how he can pin them down with only one hand fills him. His eyes truly enjoy the sight of Leo with his arms above his head, unable to cover himself as Donnie's eyes drink in the sight of the slider’s bare figure as he harshly returns his finger back into Leo’s weeping slit, pushing past the knuckles and crooks it. “Only screaming.”
“Hah’nghh, yeah sure.” Leo rolls his eyes, a little drool clinging to his corner lip, all sassy and playful as he wiggles his hips a little, “as if you're that good of a lay.” He snickers, a soft moan filtering into the air between them.
Well, if Leo’s going to be a brat, so be it, let him take the punishment...
There is a quick wet sound of fabric hitting the floor, and Leo finds himself yanked forward. His hips are lifted and angled as something nudges against his entrance, then slips inside. His confused, “hey-wai-” breaks off into a choked moan as Donnie sinks in, flushing their pelvises together, locking in place as he leans over-
“Brat.” he mumbles in a thick tone, a waft of warning bleeding in the iris of his pupils and the cracks between his teeth as he licks his tongue across Leo’s throat, then sinks in as his hips brutally snap forward..
“HAH!” Leo chokes on his breath. The side of his neck grows warm, throbbing and aching as he pushes into the pulsing heat buried deep inside him. Tears roll down his face like shiny dewdrops clinging to his lashes on a new day. A new start as he clenches down, and forces out, “only for you..” grimacing at his own cheesy line as his head spins a little as those hips nudge up again.
“Hmm.” Donnie breathes, kissing his neck. Soothing the jagged edge of Leo’s lifted scales as he noses and licks, humming into the movements of his hips, growing ragged in pace. His slow will spreads out and lathes across his head as though soothing balm as he clings on, thrusting in deeper and deeper as the slider squeezes all around him. The greasy rubber of his hips snapping into place, echoing out into his room as Leo yelps and claws, dragging his fingers across the back of his shell.
It would sting without his battle shell. The thought abstract beneath his rustic pulse as he bites down again, holding, latching tight as he rocks deeper and deeper, hearing the squeak of the blue’s voice-
“hah, that’s really all you got papi, I knew it, AH-”
Donnie snarls into the bramble of his bite, unable to see the flush of the slider's face. The way tears roll down his rosy cheeks, swelling up further red and irritated. A soft weeping to it when a hand curls around his leaking length, stroking it tenderly between their plastrons as he squirms.
“Shut it…”
And Leo does, sniffling softly as his gut curls tighter and tighter. The rubber band is pulled back so tight as he’s impaled. A thumb rubs circles into the head of his dick, smoothing along the glands so sweetly until it's a harsh, rapid curl of hand movement stroking up and down as though a lifeline. His hips bruise from the sheer force of their rocking movement. The nape of his neck is grabbed and pushed forward as Donnie presses their foreheads together.
“Close?” he questions, hands fiddling around with Leo's tip as he explores more and more the sweet maddening heat and wetness embracing him so tenderly and sweetly. Wringing out his own numbed pleasure, buzzing in the background, a flutter of bee wings in the back of his head.
Leo clenches down, mewling weakly, “y-yeah…”
Donnie’s hand slides down and cruelly clenches around the base. “Ss, too bad.”
“Hey!” Leo jolts, bonking their temples harshly, “ you fucking prick!” he curses, his orgasm slowly ebbing away into sweet irritation, a sparking mess in after-shocked pleasure as the soft shell keeps the slow pace of his hips.
“This prick is inside you…” Don sighs, a half roll of his eyes, as if playing it off for merely looking up, “‘deal with it, pretty boy, I know you can handle it, can't you…” He releases the slider’s dick, letting his weeping length bob in the air, and Leo wrinkles his nose, “Pfft.” smiling into his eyes, all wet and amused, it brings his hips to nudge ever so deeper…
“What?” is Donnie’s inelegant reply, an unsure tilt to his head as he steadies the slider's hips, rolling up despite the pressing urge to just fuck him into the ground.
Leo peeks at him sheepish and youthful, “You talk funny when you're drunk.” He confesses, and why wouldn't he say something like that, that ragged mischievous thing he is, after all? So quick with his wit, unable to keep his mouth shut. It’s nearly maddening…
No one will know…
Donnie feels his eyes flickering into slits as he runs a tongue over his teeth, tasting old blood. “I’ll show you funny.” He promises, leaning down to nose around, kissing tender cheekbones as he snaps his hips forward.
Leo’s certainly not laughing now, the bubble of his breaths now drawn out from short hiccups into long sweet gasps. His wrists twist when his fingers curl into the palms as Donnie keeps him down. His head arches to bend his pretty throat as Donnie takes to filling out his insides.
The kiss to his cheek eludes gentleness as those lips trail down to grasp Leo’s throat, holding him tight as though a rag doll as his hips arch up. They are a good set of hips too. They widen out somewhat from his waist, and the plates shift in Don’s grasp slightly. A quick squeeze gives Donnie a handful of flesh to play with, and knead, sinking in his claws to taste the flesh along with his mouth. The slider's voice is candied, trickling into little whimpers and whines as they move. The slide of the soft shell member stirs his belly into a flurry of fairy lights, hot pricks of burnt light above the crackle of the fire pit.
“Close?” Donnie hums in question, and Leo shakes his head rapidly, biting his lip to hold back his wailing cry as the soft shell slows, taking to cup his cheeks. “Don’t lie to me,” he sighs, keeping his pace slow despite the twitches in his hips. “Don’t you wish to be a good boy?” he questions, his warm hand beginning its journey down the slider's body, starting from his strong shoulder to his broad upper plastron, then lower belly, down further to tease his v line of smooth skin, finally reaching the final destination, his cock. Leo keens, arching his back at the welcome stimulation. “So, tell me, Leo, are you close?”
“Y-yes.” His head hits the bed and he whines.
“Mm…” Don hums, tilting his head as the hand curls. “Very good, pretty.” He replies, rubbing his thumb against the head, in a circular pattern down, lowering his hand, up and down, curling near the end, then repeating, drawing such raw choked sounds from his twin. His eyes drink in as he flounders and kicks. Leo’s slit sucks him in greedily, clamping down tight as Donnie grows closer and closer to his own orgasm. Though the hand slows, and the other takes to grab mask tails, yanking them down with Leo’s next cry, legs thrashing, a mix of whines and pleas dying in his throat.
“Will you listen now, Mon Cher?” Donnie questions, “Are you going to be a good boy?” His hand stops, resting and waiting.
Leo lifts his head, blinking to clear his eyes as he's yanked back down by his mask again, his mouth wet and gasping. His gaze looks up, swirling, muting the colours to hum static with the fuzzy feeling of praise. “I…” he starts out slow and small, “I know I've said it already, but we really shouldn't be doing this.” He reasons, trembling and red, ready to burst despite his words. “I don't think-”
Donnie punches the words out of the slider's chest with the slam of his hips, driving deeper and deeper, a dark feral growl burning low in his throat. His hand slides up his throat, giving a slight squeeze before travelling further up and hooking into the slider's opened jaw. “I know, Nardo, we've been over this.” He huffs and groans, pressing his fingers down against his twin's tongue. “Lemme fuck it out of you for now. Worry tomorrow…” He urges, digging deeper and deeper, his growls turning into desperate moans as wet slick heat engulfs him over and over…
Then shudders as sharp little teeth bite the digits, and Donnie shoves them down deeper into Leo's mouth in response. Hooking him up to look at him as he snarls and pushes in sweeter, his other hand taking to wrap around Leo's dick, urging and stroking him into an earth-shattering orgasm.
The slider bites him harder as he ejaculates. The orgasm wracks through him as the hand continues, stroking him over and over until he hears his muffled cries. His tongue wiggles to push away Donnie’s fingers as big wet globs of wetness gather in the corner of his eyes before spilling over to wet his glistening cheeks.
Donnie smiles at the pretty sight, slipping his hand out with a grin, and Leo smirks right back as he clenches right down and rocks up his hips to meet his thrust. “That's all you got, papi?” he repeats once more. His face a mess as he says it, eyes so bright and pooled, with the stream of tears flowing down his swollen cheeks and bitten lips.
Donnie exhales through his nose, leaning in to sniff and lick the wounds on the slider. His hand moves slowly around the slider's spent penis. "I wonder how many times you can cum..."
Leo tenses up. "You wouldn't..." He blinks at him, looking worried. "...would you?"
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It turns out he definitely would, as Leo finds himself clawing at the sheets in vain as his fourth orgasm is forcefully ripped from his trembling body. His skin is covered in sweat, hot and pooling on his swollen head as he hiccups and moans.
"Are you enjoying yourself yet?" Donnie mocks, his thrusts slowing down as he repeatedly runs his thumb in a circular motion over Leo's penis. His hand is rough and precise, knowing exactly where and how to touch.
Leo blinks, wet and tired. "Mm?" he mumbles, trembling. So, Donnie asks again. "Are you enjoying my touch?" He presses down his thumb, digging into sensitive flesh. "Yes!" Leo yelps, shuddering as his stomach tightens again. "I love your touch! Please, Donnie..." He's crying, desperate and pleading.
"That's a good boy." Donnie pats his thigh, rubbing the trembling flesh before gently stroking the slider's penis as his own hips move, nearing climax. It feels like several rubber bands around a watermelon about to explode. "My sweet, good boy," he hums, coaxing Leo closer. "Are you going to be good for me?"
Leo nods slowly, eager to please. His cheeks grow hotter and hotter, like a sun-kissed strawberry sweetened with praise. His stomach churns and aches as he gets closer. "Yes..."
"Yes, you can be a good boy." Donnie whispers in his ear, increasing the pace of his hips as he approaches his own release. "You're going to be a good boy and take my seed, huh?"
Leo groans. "Yes, fill me," he urges, lifting his hips to meet Donnie's thrusts. "Donnie..."
Donnie breathes heavily, licking the drying wound on the slider before biting it again. The burst of flavour wets his palate as his hips tremble, a surge of pleasure tossing him into a collapse. The slider cries out a moment later as warmth bursts in his gut, and they lie there shuddering. Two wet heaps, gasping and clinging to each other as they experience the aftershocks that shake their sensitive nerves. Pleasure lingers like melted candle wax, a slow and steady burn that moistens their thighs and stains the sheets. Such bliss wrapped in delightful delight that turns their bones to jelly.
No one will ever know...
They peel off each other moments later, sweaty and gasping. Two exhausted lumps, all curled up and limp as the comfort of the bed embraces their tired muscles.
"Wow," Leo breathes, "you sure know how to fuck."
Donnie snorts from where he buried his snout in the sheets, his arm patting around and then wrapping around the slider's waist, pulling him close. "Pretty good for someone who was a virgin a moment ago," Leo teases, but yelps as he's pulled even closer and nipped. His shoulder aches as it disturbs the healing wound, causing a prickling sensation.
"I missed the moments when you learned to be quiet." Donnie complains softly, grooming the blossoming bruises with his gentle tongue, offering tiny wet apologies. "Much preferred."
Leo shivers at the mix of pleasure and pain, a mischievous look on his face. "Round two then?" the slider asks with a dramatic raise of his eyebrow. His eyes are tired and tempting, stirring both Donnie's desire and his anger.
"Shut up, Nardo," Donnie snaps, his voice growling low. He hesitates for a moment, turning his head away and murmuring softly, "Maybe in a minute."
"Knew it," Leo chirps, moving closer to bump their heads and kiss Donnie's cheeks. "I'm irresistible," he boasts, twisting his hands behind Donnie's back to pull him closer. "Aren't I, mi genio?" Donnie groans, and despite the sound, he presses closer. "That may be an overstatement," he argues, his eyes shining and his tongue giving away his softness.
"Says the guy who's all like, 'I've been waiting and watching,'" the slider giggles, tapping Donnie's back and grinning at the pleasant shiver the action elicits from the soft shell.
"Well," Donnie starts, and Leo scratches the edge, feeling the rumble of a purr in his chest. "That's between us," he gasps out, glaring, a clear warning not to move his hand.
Leo freezes his hand and chuckles. "Yeah, we're kind of messed up, aren't we?"
Donnie snorts, pressing a sweet kiss to Leo's forehead. "No. Not as long as no one knows."
"Sure," Leo nods slowly, pressing closer. "No one knows."