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  "Peter..." He could see the hint of flush on Peter's body, the way his brother's breath sped.

  Bowie sucked the tip in for a moment and then licked his way down Peter's cock. Each ball was licked, loved on and then Bowie pushed Peter's legs further apart and buried his face in Peter's ass. Peter arched, fingers curling into the sheets and Paul groaned, growling and tugging and wanting free.

  Bowie stayed down between Peter's legs for a long time, driving his twin crazy.

  "Gonna... Bowie. G...gonna come. Cl...close."

  Oh. Oh, those happy, breathless sounds belonged to him. "Mine. Damn it."

  Bowie rose up over Peter, pushing those purple thighs over his arms and surging into Peter's body. Paul and Peter cried out together, both of them jerking as Bowie pushed deep. Bowie groaned, face bright with pleasure, copper hair sliding over his shoulders, over Peter's skin as Bowie fucked his brother.

  Peter was moaning, crying out, hands burying in Bowie's hair. Traitor. Evil traitor.

  God, he wanted some of that.

  Right now.

  "That's it, Peter. Oh, you're tight. Good. Come for me? Come on my cock. Let me feel your pleasure."

  "Yes. Y...yes..." Peter smiled and whimpered and arched, the scent of come strong on the air.

  Bowie moaned, hips snapping hard and then freezing as Bowie cried out.

  "You're both so mean..." Paul whimpered, rubbing his cock the best he could.

  Bowie rested against Peter, still deep inside his twin. Bowie turned them both to look at him. "You need something, Paul?"

  "You're mean. I ache. Petey. Peter, please..." His hips rocked.

  Bowie turned back to Peter and kissed him again, slow and sated and long. "Do you think he deserves relief, Peter?"

  Peter -- good, sweet, giving, loving man that he was -- nodded. "He l...l...looks unhappy, Bowie, and so hard."

  "You're a good man, Peter." Bowie kissed his twin again and leaned up to undo his hands, freeing one. "You can make yourself come. We'll watch."

  He whimpered, hand pumping his cock hard. "I have Peter's mouth every... oh, every morning..."

  "And what does Peter have?"

  He blinked over. "My cock." That? Was a way stupid question.

  "You mean he gets the pleasure every morning of sucking you off?"

  He nodded, smiling into Peter's lovely eyes.

  Bowie looked at him for a long moment and then began to laugh. He and Peter gave Bowie a confused look, then Peter turned those eyes back to him, smiling.

  He shrugged, pumping faster, harder.

  Bowie stopped watching him, leaning in instead to lick at Peter's neck. Peter shivered, stretched, pretty lips parting.

  "Oh. Oh, Peter... So pretty." His brother flushed, gasping.

  "He is," murmured Bowie. "Beautiful. Sexy. Tastes good." Each word was punctuated by licks and kisses.

  "He's mine." Except Peter didn't look like he was protesting at all, did he? Peter's cock was filling as Peter rocked against Bowie, looking over the bed, matching eyes staring.

  "Is he?" There was amusement in Bowie's eyes as he bent to lick at the pretty neck.

  "Uh-huh." He nodded, groaning in concert with Peter. "Up. Up just a little. He's... Oh... Oh... Mad sensitive."

  Bowie followed his direction, teasing Peter with just the tip of his tongue.

  Peter jerked, crying out and shifting out of Bowie's arms, fingers going to his neck. "Oh. Oh, too much. So so so much. M...m...makes me ache."

  Paul grinned, thighs parting as his balls drew up. "See?"

  "You're beautiful when you ache," Bowie told Peter, mouth returning to the patch of skin on his twin's neck.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh." Peter went wild, ass rubbing against Bowie furiously and Paul finally came from the sight, spunk shooting from him.

  Bowie rubbed back in return. "Do you want to taste him, Peter? Or finish here first?"

  "I..." Peter stretched, looking at him, not wanting to upset either of them. Sweet love.

  "I'm cool, Petey." He pumped his cock. "Cool."

  Bowie purred. "There you go, Paul. That's what I want to see. Peter, how about you clean him and suck him while I fuck you, hmm?"

  Peter nodded eagerly, giving Bowie a happy kiss before turning to lick his hand and his belly, hot, hungry little tongue sliding over his skin.

  "You can touch Peter with your free hand," Bowie told him as the man slid two fingers into his Peter.

  "He's so pretty." He let Peter lick his fingers clean, then stroked the soft silver hair.

  "Both are," grunted Bowie, cock replacing fingers inside Peter.

  "Mmm." He smiled over, feeling Peter panting against his belly. "You're stretching him so wide..."

  "I am." Bowie's eyes met his, the pleasure in them clear.

  He ran his hand down Peter's back, towards Bowie.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I said you could touch Peter."

  "I am. See? Palm on Peter. Fingers on you." He grinned up, licking his lips.

  "Peter? Tie his hand back up."

  "Hmm?" Peter looked up, blinking slowly. "D...don't thrust, 'kay? I'll f...fall."

  "Don't you do it, Pete. I want to touch."

  Peter frowned, reaching for his hand. "I... But... H...h...he's the top. R...r...right?"

  Bowie's fingers slid along Peter's spine. "That's right, Peter. Tie his hand up and then you can gag him."

  He saw Peter's eyes go wide, those sure fingers drawing his hand back to bind it with the leather strap.

  Then what Bowie said hit him and he shook his head. "No. No gags. I don't like gags. I don't."

  That eyebrow of Bowie's went up again. "I warned you, Paul."

  "But... I didn't think you were serious. Nobody's ever serious. Please." He gave Bowie his best pitiful look. God, his heart was pounding.

  "Gag him, Peter."

  "I..." Peter looked around. "Wh...what with? I... Oh! There's a handkerchief."

  "Peter! Don't you dare! I don't like gags!"

  Peter gave him a long look. "Y...you gonna s....s..safe word?"

  "That's cheating."

  Peter leaned down, stretching for the gag.

  "No, Paul, what you are doing is cheating. We are merely forcing you to behave."

  He met Bowie's eyes, shook his head. "I don't... Peter's not supposed to be on your side."

  "There aren't supposed to be any sides here, Paul."

  "There are always sides."

  He watched as Peter brought the gag up, his twin whispering. "This is about f...f..feeling, Paul. I...isn't that what you t..t..told me? Feeling e...e...everything."

  "Your brother is smarter than you give him credit for, Paul. Relax, take the gag and next time you will remember and not speak out of turn."

  Peter gagged him with a gentle touch, fingers trailing over his cheeks.

  Bowie purred. "Good boy."

  Then Bowie began to thrust, fucking Peter with long, slow strokes. Peter leaned down, mouth sliding against his cock, his balls, moaning and humming against him.

  "Very, very pretty. Both of you." Bowie kept the easy pace going, drawing the pleasure out.

  He moaned, trying to speak, hips rocking him into Peter's mouth. Bowie looked pleased, increasing the pace, hand sliding over Peter's back and then cupping his face. He nuzzled down into Bowie's touch, a low sound caught in his throat.

  "Pretty pet," murmured Bowie, those green eyes watching him.

  Oh. Oh, fuck. He was so hard again, aching. Happy. Rubbing his cheek into Bowie's hand like a cat.

  Bowie continued to fuck Peter, hand on his cheek, eyes on his face, making him a part of each thrust. He just relaxed, fucking Peter's mouth with the same rhythm Bowie took that sweet ass.

  Bowie's free hand slid around Peter's hip, wrapping around Peter's cock. "Soon, my Pets."

  Peter hummed, moaned, swallowed around his cock, making him jerk, push deep.

  "That's it, come for me. Come for me."

  He arched and a dark flush crept up Peter's spine, bo
dy shivering as the scent of come filled the air, sparking his orgasm.

  "Yes." Bowie's eyes glittered like emeralds as he came.

  Paul slumped, muscles going limp, curling over Peter's head.

  Bowie pulled out of Peter and placed a kiss on the small of his back. The man hummed softly as he pulled away the gag and undid the bindings, settling him next to his twin.

  Peter cuddled in close, face lifting for a kiss, which Paul gave eagerly, loving the flavor of his come on those lips.

  Bowie caressed them both. "I'm taking a shower, Pets."

  They nodded, then he smiled into Peter's eyes.

  Maybe, if Bowie hadn't insisted on the gag before, he'd have warned the man about the lizards in the bathroom.

  Maybe.

  ***

  The lizards were a surprise. Though they probably shouldn't have been. It fit. He imagined Paul was hoping for a shriek of surprise and was glad he wasn't scared of lizards or he may have given it.

  Bowie chuckled. They were a pair. Sexy. Sassy. In need of a strong hand. He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water clean the sweat from him. He had a strong hand. Two of them in fact. One for each beautiful twin. Chuckling, he soaped himself up and then began to sing.

  The bathroom door opened, the twins wandering in, draped over each other, purple soft against the flame-red.

  Oh yes, very sexy. Very very sexy.

  He stepped back, giving them room to join him.

  They stepped in, giggling and pretty -- violet and red becoming wet and dark and making them even more similar. Paul's hands slid over Peter's cock. "Need to shave you, Petey."

  "Would you like that, Peter?" Bowie asked. Paul was altogether too eager to get his own way, to bowl Peter over to get it.

  Peter blinked and met his eyes, shrugging, blushing. "P...p...paul likes it."

  Paul nuzzled Peter's neck, making the silver haired twin jerk. "He loves it. He's so smooth after."

  "No, Paul -- you love it. I would like to know if Peter likes it." He tugged them apart. "Peter? Do you like it?"

  Peter nodded, hiding behind the wet hair, behind the spray of the water.

  Paul crowed. "See?"

  "I see that you have entirely too big of a mouth." He shook his head and chuckled. "You must learn to let Peter speak for himself."

  Paul pushed up against him, lips soft on his cheek. "I know what he needs, though. I know him."

  "Mmm... I'm sure you do." He slid his hand along Paul's spine. "But you also have a habit of subsuming his needs to your own."

  "Hey! Peter's not unhappy." Paul bent back over his arm, looking at Peter. "Tell Bowie you're happy, Petey."

  Peter nodded. "I am."

  Paul stroked Peter's belly, drawing a warm, fond smile from his twin. "See? Happy."

  Bowie chuckled. "I do not believe Peter is unhappy, I believe that you run roughshod over him."

  "Me? Not even a bit. Honest." Paul laughed, tugging Peter close for a long deep kiss that left Peter gasping.

  He grinned, leaning back against the tile to watch them. They were indeed a beautiful, sexy pair.

  Paul pressed Peter back against the tile, hands shampooing Peter's hair, running through the silver strands. "You're getting roots, love."

  The dynamics between them were fascinating. Especially the way Peter let Paul lead.

  Peter stretched, hands sliding over his twin, sliding to separate the perfect thighs, the firm ass.

  "Are you going to make love?" he asked them.

  "We already are. Come here and we'll wash you, too." The words were Paul's, but the hand that was held out was Peter's.

  He purred, taking Peter's hand and letting them pull him close. Four hands slid over his skin, washing his hair, the sounds of Peter's laughter and Paul's murmurs soft and sensual. It felt good. He could get used to this.

  Paul washed his hair, Peter massaged his back -- they worked together in an odd unison.

  Fire and ice, these two.

  He closed his eyes and enjoyed just being with them. No top and bottom space, no worrying over who was doing or saying what -- just enjoying the sensations of their hands on his skin, his on theirs. They were warm and close, sensual and playful, dark eyes dancing as they enjoyed the water.

  As they enjoyed him.

  Paul was definitely the leader, but Peter was an eager follower and their kisses filled his mouth with two tongues, Paul's piercing an interesting, almost shocking sensation. Paul's hand circled his neck, Peter's curled in the small of his spine. They were temptations -- wicked and gentle and yielding and demanding all at once.

  And he hadn't come so much in such a short period since he was teenager furtively rubbing himself at night. Already, his cock was full and heavy again, inspired by their touches, by their bodies.

  They were so different -- Peter was a cuddler, offering long lazy kisses, focusing on the sensations. Paul was more dynamic, passion burning hotter, wanting more, now.

  "Do you want to fuck me, Paul?" He wanted to feel that passion and eagerness inside him.

  Paul's groan pushed into his mouth, along with a quiet chuckle from Peter, who smiled at him, eyes twinkling. "I...I...I think that's a yes."

  "I do, too." He rubbed Peter's nose with his own. "I'll want you after -- to know the similarities and differences."

  Peter gave him another soft smile, fingers whisper-soft against his face. "Y...you want me to suck you?"

  A shudder went through him and his groan was as much eager agreement as Paul's had been. "Only if you want to," he whispered. He didn't want this to be about playing, about tops and bottoms.

  "W...want to." They moved, Peter dropping to his knees while Paul shifted behind him, fingers sliding into his crease.

  "It's been awhile," he warned as little shivers of pleasure slid up his spine.

  "I won't hurt you." The fingers disappeared, returned hot and slick, teasing his hole.

  "I didn't think you would." He gasped, hands dropping to Peter's shoulders for balance as he spread his legs.

  Peter rubbed a soft cheek against his cock, managing to move in time with Paul's fingers in his ass. A moan left him and he spread his legs wider still, hips beginning to move as he pushed into one sensation and then the other.

  Peter hummed softly and Paul groaned, lips trailing over his shoulder. "Such strength."

  He purred, accepting the compliment as another caress.

  As Paul stretched him, Peter licked and nuzzled and teased, dark eyes watching him intently. He smiled down at Peter, letting go of one shoulder to slide his fingers over the warm cheek and through the shining silver hair. Peter nuzzled into the touch, licking the tip of his prick as Paul's long, thin cock slid inside him.

  Gasping, he tightened his grip on Peter's shoulder. "Oh.... Oh."

  "Breathe." Peter whispered the word before taking his cock all the way in, surrounding him in heat.

  It was good advice and he took it, letting his breath out with another gasp. It felt so very good. Intense.

  They took him, Peter's rhythm slow and steady, a firm counterpoint to Paul's faster strokes. He shifted his hands from Peter to the wall, palms flat against the tiles. The way they worked him he couldn't move with them, could only accept their movements, take the pleasure they were giving.

  Peter's hands slid around his hips, stroking the place where Paul was pushing inside him. He cried out. Was there anything sexier than these two?

  "One day, I'll tell you about the first day I fucked him, how tight he was, how he rode me and was so pretty..." Paul jerked, pushing harder, whispering in his ear.

  He groaned, his body grasping at Paul's cock. "Soon," he muttered, ripples of pleasure moving through him.

  "Yeah. Suck him down, Petey. Make him come." Paul thrust deep, pushing in again and again.

  Bowie shouted out, hips snapping hard as he came, cock pulsing into Peter's throat. Heat filled him even as Peter swallowed around his cock, Paul's groan low and sweet. Panting, he managed to stay up
right, one hand dropping to Peter's head again, sliding through the bright hair. Those dark eyes twinkled, then Peter kissed his belly and slid away, out of the shower.