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Luka shakes his head ‘no’ .
A silent cry for the blonde across from him to please stop talking.
“Luka~” Chat hums, taking the goth boy’s cock by the base and pumping a firm line all the way to his tip so he can watch as a pearly bead of precum leaks in a bubble before spilling over the side and leaking down his shaft.
Luka shudders, watching as the hero’s hand repeats the action again. Leaving him breathless and canting his hips up.
“Why are you- h-hnng— so… good at this?”
He’s trying to breathe through his nose and ignore the feeling. Trying so hard to clasp on to a semblance of control that never comes. The feline hero snaps his teeth at Luka’s earlobe.
“Oh?” He smiles against Luka’s ear, breathing hot puffs of air as he rolls the question around in his mind, “Well, I suppose I do it for Flair enough that—”
He’s still talking. But Luka’s brain short circuits because he knows that they’re twins. That they’re brothers. He knows it and he can’t help but to let his eyes roll back as he tries to imagine a scene with the two of them together. Fighting over who would come first and—
Fuck.
He’s thinking about Jules again.
He’s thinking about that new shade of black lipstick and how she was bragging about the fact it was smudge proof.
He’s thinking about how he wants to prove her wrong.
How he wants to knit his hands into her splat-purple-dyed-hair and fuck her throat until his lipstick has left black rings all over his cock and her eyeliner is running. He wants to—
“Fuck!” His hips twitch and his voice breaks over the curse, and Chat indulges by speeding up his hand, “Good boy. Good boy.”
He can’t help it.
He can’t.
He can’t stop himself from screaming her name, “J-Jules!” As he spurts white stripes all over Chat’s knuckles.
The cocky cat milks his cock through the last lingering seconds until it’s just too much. Chat showers him with the mercy of a final stroke and a quick kiss to his temple.
In the aftermath, they’re both sweating.
Hot and disgusting and smelling like sin.
Luka’s just glad he was finally able to come.
Chat can’t resist the tease, “It’s the twin siblings curse, craaaazzy,
huh?”