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Title: Unscripted
Authors: kaige68 and dubh_ceol
Pairing:Connor/Murphy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity Didn't happen. Pity
Warning: Twincest and role-play, oh my!
Author's Notes: This was started as a distraction in round-robin format and got completely out of control over the 2 months that it took to finish. Enjoy-we did!
“Ah Jaysus Murph, what the fuck are we playing at now?” Connor said as soon as he had the door closed behind him.
“What the fuck does it look like? D’ya think I dress like a school girl every day?”
Connor looked him up and down. “When was the last time you fucken shaved? Don’t see too many girls that can sand a plank with their faces.”
“Are ya sayin’ no?”
Connor rubbed his eyes and slumped down into a chair. Hands still covering most of his face he sighed. “Ya know Murph, all I wanted was to come home and relax. Have a quick beer, a quick fuck, and then sleep.”
“Are ya sayin’ no?” It came across a little more dejectedly this time. Nope, no quick fuck tonight. Fucken Murphy and his fucken games. He moved his hands and again eyed his brother in full school uniform. Can’t play the same games I like. Not Murph, gotta be different. Connor began to rub a mark on his wrist, and then sobered and stood, holding a hand out to his brother. Well, if we have to play, may as well play it right.
"Come on baby.” He purred, stalking over to stand too close to Murphy. “Ya said yer parents are gone for the weekend. Let's have some fun."
"Wha..What do ya want me ta do?" Murphy asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Connor trailed a finger up Murphy's forearm, "You look real pretty when you blush. Mmmm, ya smell nice too."
"M not blushin', y’bastard." Murphy forgot for a moment who he's supposed to be, and punched Connor's arm.
Connor yelped, then gave Murphy a very dirty look.
"Look, Murph, this was your idea. Either play nice or I'm leaving." he warned.
"Sorry." Murphy ducked his head, before getting back into character. He looked up, eyes wide again. "I'll be good." He promised, allowing his lips to part slightly.
"Aye, I'm sure ya will, sweetheart. Now, c'mere." Connor sat and slowly drew Murphy onto his lap, grinning as his twin fussed with his skirt.
"Yes, there's a good g.." Connor choked on his words for a moment. He placed his hand low on his brother's thigh where the skirt didn't quite meet the knee. Stroking only his thumb between both of Murphy's legs he asked softly "Knee socks and saddle shoes eh? Very nicely done. Now tell me, what would yer ma say if she walked in and saw my hand in yer panties?"
Murphy did flush this time, and ducked his head. And that didn't help at all, because it gave him a clear view of Connor's hands stroking softly along his thighs.
"C'mon hon, what would she say?" Connor ran his fingers a little further under his brother's skirt. "Would she tell you that you're naughty?"
"Aye." Murphy inhaled sharply as Connor's fingers trailed over the inside of his thighs. "She'd call me a bold, wicked girl, and send me to bed with a sore arse. And I'd be in confession first thing tomorrow mornin'."
Connor chuckled at that.
"Well, now. We may as well make your trip to confession worth it, eh lass?" He licked just under Murphy's tattoo on his neck, grinning at Murph's startled squeak.
Murphy steadied himself by gripping Connor's shoulders, and tilted his head to let his brother do what ever he wanted, parted his legs a bit too. "God yes, whatever you want." he panted. Connor always knew where to put his tongue.
"Nah love, it's what you want." Connor breathed on the wet spot he left on his brother’s skin. "It's what you'd be willin' to confess to the good Father come mornin'. Where could you admit that you put yer hands? What could you tell that you did with yer mouth?"
"I don't care! I'd be willin' to confess anythin'! Just, please, don't stop touchin' me." he begged, now shamelessly grinding back against Connor's erection.
Connor barely managed to bite back a groan.
"Oh, fuck me. You're no-where near as sweet and innocent as ya look, are ya? Those wide blue eyes had me fooled, though. Now, c'mere and show me just how good ya can be." Connor pulled Murphy into a deep kiss, tongue swiping across lips before slipping inside.
"Jaysus" Connor pulled away after long wet moments to look at his twin's swollen, nearly bruised, lips. Nudging Murph's chin up just a little he placed a small, almost chaste kiss on the underside. "You'll be the death of me yet." he said as he pushed his brother off his lap. "Stand up." he teasingly commanded "and face away."
Murphy obliged-who wouldn't with that look on Connor's face? He felt the back of the skirt raised, cooler air floating by heated skin.
"I half expected ruffles." he heard his brother mutter. And then he could feel him again. Connor gripped one thigh in a tight vice while he teased his other fingers over the panties Murphy wore. The darker twin wondered about his brains, were they leaking out his ears? Had he actually suggested this?
Connor watched the sparsely haired thighs tense as he carefully dragged the flimsy garment to the floor. He pressed his lips to the revealed skin, ran his tongue up between his brother’s cheeks. Heard the matching groans echo in the room. Then he urged Murphy to part his legs, and ran his thumbs where his mouth had been.
Murph felt his brother move away. His legs weakened and he was ready to beg when he heard Connor easing down his zip. He turned around to watch his brother slide to his knees on the floor, exposed with his jeans pushed to mid thigh. Glorious. And then Connor breathed.
"Show me lass, show me with your hands what you want me to do."
And, oh fuck that was a cruel thing to say. Murphy only had two hands, and that was no-where near enough to show Connor what he wanted.
"I want ya ta…." Murphy started to demand, but saw it was no use. Whimpering softly, he turned to face Connor. If I have to suffer through this, ya bastard, so do you. Watch me. he silently commanded, and Connor was helpless to look away.
"I want you touchin' my tits." He said, slowly sliding the flat of his palms down to tweak his nipples into hardness. Murphy half closed his eyes, then ran his hands down lower. He rested them on his hips for a moment and then they were moving again, trailing across his stomach. "I know ya won't give me wha' I need right away. You'll wait until I'm past desperate with want and beggin' ya even though I don’t want it at first. Even though it’s wrong. A mortal sin. Ya look the sort who’d like listenin' to me when I'm like this. Like hearin' me beg." Murphy's hands hadn't stopped moving over his body all this time, and his voice had started to shake. "Oh, fuck Connor, please stop. Want ya so fucken much it hurts. Please stop teasin' and fuck me. Want you. Hard, fast. Want you now. Please."
Fucken Christ! Look at him! Fucken Jaysus Christ! And I'm teasin' him? Fucken bugger. Connor watched his brother standing there, eyes now closed, touching himself through the pristine white button up shirt. The little plaid skirt was nicely tented. He watched Murphy's breathing hitch, and then speed up. Connor could see that he was now quaking slightly, and he noticed that his own body was doing the same. Fucken hell! This was Murphy's game and he didn't know how far he was supposed to push, didn't know if he was supposed to throw him to the floor and fuck him as he asked, or if he was supposed to play and tease more. But the more he thought about it…
Murphy was floored, literally. His feet pulled out from under him and his shoulders and ass hit the carpet with a thick thud. He regained his bearings as Connor spread his legs wide and knelt between them. He was staring into his brother's face, Connor wore a soft sympathetic look and Murphy felt fingers on his face.
"Oh love, ya tripped. Are you alright? Ya poor little lass." And then Connor lightly kissed the tip of his nose, chin, and forehead. "You'll be fine love, jus' need to catch yer breath." His blouse was being unbuttoned rapidly when the lighter twin spoke again. "But now that I've got you here I'll be taken' advantage. You'll be losing this. You'll have no more say."
Murph had not thought this game through enough. When Connor asked to be tied to his bed everything was clear, but he hadn't been specific when he asked his brother to do this and he knew he'd be paying. Teasing would be nothing. Murphy cried out when his brother's teeth pulled at his nipple.
Connor kissed his way down the bare chest, and began lapping at Murph's stomach. Fucken teasing little bugger!
"Ya want ta be fingered, all the girls do." He sucked a bruise onto the skin, moved his hand under the skirt and began rolling one of his brother's balls between thumb and finger. "Ya want yer clit flicked." He ran his tongue over skin touching the skirt’s waist. "Ya want a finger in yer hole." And he did so without preamble.
Murphy groaned as Connor pushed a finger into him abruptly. His hips thrust forward, and he's wanting more and harder and now. Never mind the burn and ache-it'll fade soon enough. But no, he's stuck being a girl tonight until Connor decides this is done. Instead of the begging words he's aching to say, he finds himself demanding breathily:
"What ya think you're doin' puttin' yer fingers there? I didn't give ya permission to touch me like that! I'll tell yer ma what yer doin', ya evil man." Murphy attempted to push Connor away, batting futilely against a broad chest and muscled arms.
"Oh, no ya don't, lass." Connor growled, grabbing Murphy's arms and roughly pinned them across his stomach. "Ya don't invite me over here with yer ma away, get me all worked up, then decide yer not goin' through wi' it. Yer nothin' but a fucken cocktease."
Murphy's eyes went wide with shock at the last word, and he whimpered.
"No, no, I'm not. Please don't be mad at me Con." He begged, looking imploringly at his twin. "I just got scared. I'm not a…" he stumbled over the word "cocktease. I'll prove it to ya."
Connor gave him an appraising glance before releasing Murphy's hands.
"Fine. Prove it." He demanded. "Suck me."
Murph did his damndest, which wasn’t quite enough, to cover his smirk. That was exactly what he wanted-what he had pictured in his mind. Playing timid and coy to Connor’s brass. He started to scramble backwards out from under his brother. Pausing when he could sit back on his heels. Feigning nervousness at the look he was getting. Connor hadn’t moved, still sitting back on his heels, eyeing him as though school-girl was a delicacy.
“Do… d-do you want to stand up?” Murphy trembled. Connor simply climbed back into his chair and sat with his arms hanging limply at his sides. Waiting. Murphy eventually eased himself forward, inches at a time. Slow enough to be timid,. Slow enough to surprise himself when he wanted Connor in his mouth desperately.
Running a tentative finger up the underside of Connor’s erection Murphy muttered “It’s really big.” Then went all wide eyed.
Connor laughed, and reached a hand out to touch his brother’s jaw line. “I’m sure we’ll do just fine.”
Murphy boldly wrapped his hand around his brother’s cock and loosely moved it up and down. “Is that good?” he asked, pointedly staring at a spot on his brother’s knee.
Connor moved his fingers from jaw to lips, and pushed one finger inside the hot mouth. “Suck.” he uttered watching Murphy’s cheeks hollow. With a soft popping noise his pulled his finger back and waited.
Drawing a deep breath, deep enough that Connor would be able to feel the exhale on his skin, Murphy leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to his brother’s erection. Not a sound from his brother, barely a breath even. He then began placing kisses, soft wet open mouthed kisses all over the cock in his hand. Finally he kissed the tip. Then opened his mouth wider, and Connor couldn’t hold back his groan as Murphy swallowed almost of his cock. Jaysus, he’s got a wicked mouth on him. Keep control of yourself now, or it’ll all be over too fast. Connor fisted his hands in Murphy’s hair, holding him still.
“Slowly, lass.” He panted. “Fuck, ya look so good on yer knees. Yer doin’ grand, just go slow now.”
“Sorry.” Murphy muttered, eyes downcast. Connor gently stroked a finger down the side of Murphy’s face.
“Don’t be. Just keep doin’ what ya were doin’.” He said, drawing Murphy’s head forward. “Ya sure ya haven’t done this before?” Connor asked with a wicked grin. Murphy glared at him for a moment, before batting his eyelashes and demurely licking a drop of pre-come from Connor’s cock.
“Bastún.” Connor hissed, tightening his grip of Murphy’s hair. Bastard Murphy relaxed his throat and did his best to keep his eyes on Connor’s face as his twin practically fucked his mouth. When Connor knew he’d come if he didn’t stop now, he gripped Murphy’s hair tightly and pulled him back.
“Get up,” he ordered in a gruff voice, his accent thick with lust. Murphy did as he was told, eyes wide again.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, lower lip quivering. “I tried to do what ya said.”
“Gonna take ya, lass.” Connor told him. “Get over on the bed, now. Hands and knees.”
Murphy almost bounced across the room. It’s about fucken time. he thought as he climbed onto the mattress, and arranged himself on top. Connor ran a hand down Murphy’s back, and he arched into the touch. A whimper escaped as two lubed fingers pushed into him.
“Got all wet for me, didn’t ya?” Connor asked, rubbing his free hand reassuringly over Murphy’s back. “Don’t worry. I’ll not stop ‘til you’re screamin’ for me.”
Unless I can make you scream first! Murphy suppressed a groan. “I..I though your first time was supposed to be d…different.” He pushed back into Connor as he felt himself being stretched, somehow aware that Connor wouldn’t be screaming first after all.
“Different how luv?” There were three fingers now and they began to curl and twist. “Were you expecting fancy poetry? Want to be petted?” Sweat pooled on Murphy’s back and he felt his brother’s words drift across the moisture. “Did you want to have your eyes an’ your skin compared to something you’ve only ever read about?”
Connor removed his fingers and bent forward, covering Murphy’s body with his own when he whispered “You’re dripping wet for me, love.” He reached around and ran the tip of his finger across the head of Murphy’s cock. “And can you feel me?” he urged himself further against his brother. “Ready for you? Wanting? Waiting?” He moved back and began to smear more lube on himself. Brushing his hand, hip, cock against Murphy as he whimpered slightly.
“Do you know that I love you lass?” Murph nodded as he felt Connor position himself then take firm control of his hips. “Say it love, I want to hear.”
“I know.” Murphy implored as he tried to push back to no avail.
“Do you love me too?”
“Love you, Connor. Always” He wailed, and was allowed to impale himself.
“Fucken Christ.” Connor gasped. “So fucken perfect.”
It was always this way with his brother. Blasphemy and ecstasy intertwining until there no longer was right or wrong, good or evil. It was just the two of them, completed.
“Ya alright, love?” Connor asked, barely managed to remain still after that initial thrust.
“Yeah.” Murphy panted, trying desperately to move forward, back, anywhere to get Connor to move. “But you won’t be if you don’t fucken move. Now.” He growled.
“Ah yes, there’s my little virginal lass.” Connor smiled and began to move slowly. Slow as he could, almost as slow as Murphy did when he was trying to make Connor insane.
Murphy dropped to his elbows. “Connor.” He sounded like he was going to cry. “More Connor, more.”
Yes! Hell, no! That’s what Connor wanted, more and more. Wanted to slam into his twin. Pound straight through him. But he focused on the skirt. It was still bunched up at his brother’s waist. If Murph had wanted hard and fast he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Connor slowed himself even more. So slow he thought he might die of it.
“No!” Murphy did cry this time. “Connor!” he all but sobbed.
“Thought all the girls wanted it slow, lass.” He gritted out. “You don’t like it? Can you feel it? Every tiny bit I move forward? Till I’m as deep as I can get? Till you’ve taken all of me inside ya? Can you feel me moving back? Can you tell I don’t wanna, but I have ta? ‘Cause the friction is so good. ‘Cause if I pull out, almost all the way, till just the head of me is in ya, I can push forward again. I can fill you again. All your tight heat gripping at me. This is where I want to be. Ya feel so perfect. Can you tell? Do you know I want to have my cock up inside ya forever?”
“Fuck, Connor.” Murphy groaned. The last syllable was drawn out as his body shook, as he concentrated on not coming. Concentrated on thinking up ways to pay Connor back for this teasing.
Connor smiled slightly. Murphy always did like it when he talked, liked being told exactly how he was going to be fucked.
“I know ya want more. Want me to move faster. Harder.” He crooned, stroking a gentle hand down Murphy’s back, never stopping his maddeningly slow thrusts. “I could, lass. Coulda put ya over the table, or against the wall, and fuck ya until we both couldn’t stand. But I’ll not do that to ya. This time.” Connor’s right hand let go of Murphy’s hip to slide over, to curl around Murphy’s cock.
“Jaysus.” Murphy whimpered.
“Gonna keep on bein’ soft and gentle ‘til ya can’t help yerself. Til ya come for me.” Connor promised, firmly stroking Murphy’s erection. “Come for me, lass. I have ya safe. C’mon now.”
A wordless cry tore itself from Murphy’s throat as Connor’s words pushed him over the edge. His body shuddered violently, and he barely managed to remain upright as he shivered through the aftershocks.
So fucken beautiful. Was all the coherent thought Connor could manage. Murphy’s cry and the sensations swirled together until he threw his head back and cried out desperately as he pounded into Murphy’s body. Connor wrapped an arm around his twin’s chest, then his entire body froze as his orgasm hit hard. Murphy’s arms gave out under their combined weights, and he face-planted into the pillows. It didn’t matter. He was content, for the moment, to let Connor cover him. When Connor had managed to get his limbs under control, he moved off Murphy, managing a tired smile as he nuzzled closer.
Connor could feel the chill in the room settling into his skin, except where Murphy was curled up against him. The laugh started in his head. Moved to his breath and chest and kept going until he was laughing so hard he was folding in half.
“What?” Murphy demanded accusingly.
“Yer still in the...” gasp, snort, chortle “…fucken skirt.” He burst out and flopped on his back.
“Shaddup! Ya liked my fucken skirt earlier.” Murphy began to pinch his brother, hard and repeatedly. “Liked it just fucken fine! You begged me to suck you off because of the fucken skirt.” He began slapping at Connor whose new wave of laughter left him defenseless.
When Connor started blocking the swats Murphy stopped. The laughing had subsided enough he guessed. Connor wiped at the tears on his face. “An’ before you answer the door in drag again…” He paused to stop another slap and pinch. “Decide what fucken game you want to play! Jaysus Murph you were all over the place.” Connor held his brothers wrists in place and falsetto’d “Fuck me Connor, hard, now! I didn’t give you permission to put your hand there!” He struggled to hold back the physical retaliation. “Happy to play with ya Murph, jus’ wanna know if I’m playing with a porn star or a virgin.”
Connor was still laughing when Murphy jerked his hands back and rolled over turning his back on his brother.
“Fine.” He muttered. “Just fucken fine. I’ll write you a fucken script next time.” Murphy felt Connor spoon up behind him, felt arms pulling him back, tight against his brothers chest. “You just remember this the next fucken time you asked to spanked.” He felt the lips at the back of his neck slide into a smile.
Authors: kaige68 and dubh_ceol
Pairing:Connor/Murphy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity Didn't happen. Pity
Warning: Twincest and role-play, oh my!
Author's Notes: This was started as a distraction in round-robin format and got completely out of control over the 2 months that it took to finish. Enjoy-we did!
“Ah Jaysus Murph, what the fuck are we playing at now?” Connor said as soon as he had the door closed behind him.
“What the fuck does it look like? D’ya think I dress like a school girl every day?”
Connor looked him up and down. “When was the last time you fucken shaved? Don’t see too many girls that can sand a plank with their faces.”
“Are ya sayin’ no?”
Connor rubbed his eyes and slumped down into a chair. Hands still covering most of his face he sighed. “Ya know Murph, all I wanted was to come home and relax. Have a quick beer, a quick fuck, and then sleep.”
“Are ya sayin’ no?” It came across a little more dejectedly this time. Nope, no quick fuck tonight. Fucken Murphy and his fucken games. He moved his hands and again eyed his brother in full school uniform. Can’t play the same games I like. Not Murph, gotta be different. Connor began to rub a mark on his wrist, and then sobered and stood, holding a hand out to his brother. Well, if we have to play, may as well play it right.
"Come on baby.” He purred, stalking over to stand too close to Murphy. “Ya said yer parents are gone for the weekend. Let's have some fun."
"Wha..What do ya want me ta do?" Murphy asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Connor trailed a finger up Murphy's forearm, "You look real pretty when you blush. Mmmm, ya smell nice too."
"M not blushin', y’bastard." Murphy forgot for a moment who he's supposed to be, and punched Connor's arm.
Connor yelped, then gave Murphy a very dirty look.
"Look, Murph, this was your idea. Either play nice or I'm leaving." he warned.
"Sorry." Murphy ducked his head, before getting back into character. He looked up, eyes wide again. "I'll be good." He promised, allowing his lips to part slightly.
"Aye, I'm sure ya will, sweetheart. Now, c'mere." Connor sat and slowly drew Murphy onto his lap, grinning as his twin fussed with his skirt.
"Yes, there's a good g.." Connor choked on his words for a moment. He placed his hand low on his brother's thigh where the skirt didn't quite meet the knee. Stroking only his thumb between both of Murphy's legs he asked softly "Knee socks and saddle shoes eh? Very nicely done. Now tell me, what would yer ma say if she walked in and saw my hand in yer panties?"
Murphy did flush this time, and ducked his head. And that didn't help at all, because it gave him a clear view of Connor's hands stroking softly along his thighs.
"C'mon hon, what would she say?" Connor ran his fingers a little further under his brother's skirt. "Would she tell you that you're naughty?"
"Aye." Murphy inhaled sharply as Connor's fingers trailed over the inside of his thighs. "She'd call me a bold, wicked girl, and send me to bed with a sore arse. And I'd be in confession first thing tomorrow mornin'."
Connor chuckled at that.
"Well, now. We may as well make your trip to confession worth it, eh lass?" He licked just under Murphy's tattoo on his neck, grinning at Murph's startled squeak.
Murphy steadied himself by gripping Connor's shoulders, and tilted his head to let his brother do what ever he wanted, parted his legs a bit too. "God yes, whatever you want." he panted. Connor always knew where to put his tongue.
"Nah love, it's what you want." Connor breathed on the wet spot he left on his brother’s skin. "It's what you'd be willin' to confess to the good Father come mornin'. Where could you admit that you put yer hands? What could you tell that you did with yer mouth?"
"I don't care! I'd be willin' to confess anythin'! Just, please, don't stop touchin' me." he begged, now shamelessly grinding back against Connor's erection.
Connor barely managed to bite back a groan.
"Oh, fuck me. You're no-where near as sweet and innocent as ya look, are ya? Those wide blue eyes had me fooled, though. Now, c'mere and show me just how good ya can be." Connor pulled Murphy into a deep kiss, tongue swiping across lips before slipping inside.
"Jaysus" Connor pulled away after long wet moments to look at his twin's swollen, nearly bruised, lips. Nudging Murph's chin up just a little he placed a small, almost chaste kiss on the underside. "You'll be the death of me yet." he said as he pushed his brother off his lap. "Stand up." he teasingly commanded "and face away."
Murphy obliged-who wouldn't with that look on Connor's face? He felt the back of the skirt raised, cooler air floating by heated skin.
"I half expected ruffles." he heard his brother mutter. And then he could feel him again. Connor gripped one thigh in a tight vice while he teased his other fingers over the panties Murphy wore. The darker twin wondered about his brains, were they leaking out his ears? Had he actually suggested this?
Connor watched the sparsely haired thighs tense as he carefully dragged the flimsy garment to the floor. He pressed his lips to the revealed skin, ran his tongue up between his brother’s cheeks. Heard the matching groans echo in the room. Then he urged Murphy to part his legs, and ran his thumbs where his mouth had been.
Murph felt his brother move away. His legs weakened and he was ready to beg when he heard Connor easing down his zip. He turned around to watch his brother slide to his knees on the floor, exposed with his jeans pushed to mid thigh. Glorious. And then Connor breathed.
"Show me lass, show me with your hands what you want me to do."
And, oh fuck that was a cruel thing to say. Murphy only had two hands, and that was no-where near enough to show Connor what he wanted.
"I want ya ta…." Murphy started to demand, but saw it was no use. Whimpering softly, he turned to face Connor. If I have to suffer through this, ya bastard, so do you. Watch me. he silently commanded, and Connor was helpless to look away.
"I want you touchin' my tits." He said, slowly sliding the flat of his palms down to tweak his nipples into hardness. Murphy half closed his eyes, then ran his hands down lower. He rested them on his hips for a moment and then they were moving again, trailing across his stomach. "I know ya won't give me wha' I need right away. You'll wait until I'm past desperate with want and beggin' ya even though I don’t want it at first. Even though it’s wrong. A mortal sin. Ya look the sort who’d like listenin' to me when I'm like this. Like hearin' me beg." Murphy's hands hadn't stopped moving over his body all this time, and his voice had started to shake. "Oh, fuck Connor, please stop. Want ya so fucken much it hurts. Please stop teasin' and fuck me. Want you. Hard, fast. Want you now. Please."
Fucken Christ! Look at him! Fucken Jaysus Christ! And I'm teasin' him? Fucken bugger. Connor watched his brother standing there, eyes now closed, touching himself through the pristine white button up shirt. The little plaid skirt was nicely tented. He watched Murphy's breathing hitch, and then speed up. Connor could see that he was now quaking slightly, and he noticed that his own body was doing the same. Fucken hell! This was Murphy's game and he didn't know how far he was supposed to push, didn't know if he was supposed to throw him to the floor and fuck him as he asked, or if he was supposed to play and tease more. But the more he thought about it…
Murphy was floored, literally. His feet pulled out from under him and his shoulders and ass hit the carpet with a thick thud. He regained his bearings as Connor spread his legs wide and knelt between them. He was staring into his brother's face, Connor wore a soft sympathetic look and Murphy felt fingers on his face.
"Oh love, ya tripped. Are you alright? Ya poor little lass." And then Connor lightly kissed the tip of his nose, chin, and forehead. "You'll be fine love, jus' need to catch yer breath." His blouse was being unbuttoned rapidly when the lighter twin spoke again. "But now that I've got you here I'll be taken' advantage. You'll be losing this. You'll have no more say."
Murph had not thought this game through enough. When Connor asked to be tied to his bed everything was clear, but he hadn't been specific when he asked his brother to do this and he knew he'd be paying. Teasing would be nothing. Murphy cried out when his brother's teeth pulled at his nipple.
Connor kissed his way down the bare chest, and began lapping at Murph's stomach. Fucken teasing little bugger!
"Ya want ta be fingered, all the girls do." He sucked a bruise onto the skin, moved his hand under the skirt and began rolling one of his brother's balls between thumb and finger. "Ya want yer clit flicked." He ran his tongue over skin touching the skirt’s waist. "Ya want a finger in yer hole." And he did so without preamble.
Murphy groaned as Connor pushed a finger into him abruptly. His hips thrust forward, and he's wanting more and harder and now. Never mind the burn and ache-it'll fade soon enough. But no, he's stuck being a girl tonight until Connor decides this is done. Instead of the begging words he's aching to say, he finds himself demanding breathily:
"What ya think you're doin' puttin' yer fingers there? I didn't give ya permission to touch me like that! I'll tell yer ma what yer doin', ya evil man." Murphy attempted to push Connor away, batting futilely against a broad chest and muscled arms.
"Oh, no ya don't, lass." Connor growled, grabbing Murphy's arms and roughly pinned them across his stomach. "Ya don't invite me over here with yer ma away, get me all worked up, then decide yer not goin' through wi' it. Yer nothin' but a fucken cocktease."
Murphy's eyes went wide with shock at the last word, and he whimpered.
"No, no, I'm not. Please don't be mad at me Con." He begged, looking imploringly at his twin. "I just got scared. I'm not a…" he stumbled over the word "cocktease. I'll prove it to ya."
Connor gave him an appraising glance before releasing Murphy's hands.
"Fine. Prove it." He demanded. "Suck me."
Murph did his damndest, which wasn’t quite enough, to cover his smirk. That was exactly what he wanted-what he had pictured in his mind. Playing timid and coy to Connor’s brass. He started to scramble backwards out from under his brother. Pausing when he could sit back on his heels. Feigning nervousness at the look he was getting. Connor hadn’t moved, still sitting back on his heels, eyeing him as though school-girl was a delicacy.
“Do… d-do you want to stand up?” Murphy trembled. Connor simply climbed back into his chair and sat with his arms hanging limply at his sides. Waiting. Murphy eventually eased himself forward, inches at a time. Slow enough to be timid,. Slow enough to surprise himself when he wanted Connor in his mouth desperately.
Running a tentative finger up the underside of Connor’s erection Murphy muttered “It’s really big.” Then went all wide eyed.
Connor laughed, and reached a hand out to touch his brother’s jaw line. “I’m sure we’ll do just fine.”
Murphy boldly wrapped his hand around his brother’s cock and loosely moved it up and down. “Is that good?” he asked, pointedly staring at a spot on his brother’s knee.
Connor moved his fingers from jaw to lips, and pushed one finger inside the hot mouth. “Suck.” he uttered watching Murphy’s cheeks hollow. With a soft popping noise his pulled his finger back and waited.
Drawing a deep breath, deep enough that Connor would be able to feel the exhale on his skin, Murphy leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to his brother’s erection. Not a sound from his brother, barely a breath even. He then began placing kisses, soft wet open mouthed kisses all over the cock in his hand. Finally he kissed the tip. Then opened his mouth wider, and Connor couldn’t hold back his groan as Murphy swallowed almost of his cock. Jaysus, he’s got a wicked mouth on him. Keep control of yourself now, or it’ll all be over too fast. Connor fisted his hands in Murphy’s hair, holding him still.
“Slowly, lass.” He panted. “Fuck, ya look so good on yer knees. Yer doin’ grand, just go slow now.”
“Sorry.” Murphy muttered, eyes downcast. Connor gently stroked a finger down the side of Murphy’s face.
“Don’t be. Just keep doin’ what ya were doin’.” He said, drawing Murphy’s head forward. “Ya sure ya haven’t done this before?” Connor asked with a wicked grin. Murphy glared at him for a moment, before batting his eyelashes and demurely licking a drop of pre-come from Connor’s cock.
“Bastún.” Connor hissed, tightening his grip of Murphy’s hair. Bastard Murphy relaxed his throat and did his best to keep his eyes on Connor’s face as his twin practically fucked his mouth. When Connor knew he’d come if he didn’t stop now, he gripped Murphy’s hair tightly and pulled him back.
“Get up,” he ordered in a gruff voice, his accent thick with lust. Murphy did as he was told, eyes wide again.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, lower lip quivering. “I tried to do what ya said.”
“Gonna take ya, lass.” Connor told him. “Get over on the bed, now. Hands and knees.”
Murphy almost bounced across the room. It’s about fucken time. he thought as he climbed onto the mattress, and arranged himself on top. Connor ran a hand down Murphy’s back, and he arched into the touch. A whimper escaped as two lubed fingers pushed into him.
“Got all wet for me, didn’t ya?” Connor asked, rubbing his free hand reassuringly over Murphy’s back. “Don’t worry. I’ll not stop ‘til you’re screamin’ for me.”
Unless I can make you scream first! Murphy suppressed a groan. “I..I though your first time was supposed to be d…different.” He pushed back into Connor as he felt himself being stretched, somehow aware that Connor wouldn’t be screaming first after all.
“Different how luv?” There were three fingers now and they began to curl and twist. “Were you expecting fancy poetry? Want to be petted?” Sweat pooled on Murphy’s back and he felt his brother’s words drift across the moisture. “Did you want to have your eyes an’ your skin compared to something you’ve only ever read about?”
Connor removed his fingers and bent forward, covering Murphy’s body with his own when he whispered “You’re dripping wet for me, love.” He reached around and ran the tip of his finger across the head of Murphy’s cock. “And can you feel me?” he urged himself further against his brother. “Ready for you? Wanting? Waiting?” He moved back and began to smear more lube on himself. Brushing his hand, hip, cock against Murphy as he whimpered slightly.
“Do you know that I love you lass?” Murph nodded as he felt Connor position himself then take firm control of his hips. “Say it love, I want to hear.”
“I know.” Murphy implored as he tried to push back to no avail.
“Do you love me too?”
“Love you, Connor. Always” He wailed, and was allowed to impale himself.
“Fucken Christ.” Connor gasped. “So fucken perfect.”
It was always this way with his brother. Blasphemy and ecstasy intertwining until there no longer was right or wrong, good or evil. It was just the two of them, completed.
“Ya alright, love?” Connor asked, barely managed to remain still after that initial thrust.
“Yeah.” Murphy panted, trying desperately to move forward, back, anywhere to get Connor to move. “But you won’t be if you don’t fucken move. Now.” He growled.
“Ah yes, there’s my little virginal lass.” Connor smiled and began to move slowly. Slow as he could, almost as slow as Murphy did when he was trying to make Connor insane.
Murphy dropped to his elbows. “Connor.” He sounded like he was going to cry. “More Connor, more.”
Yes! Hell, no! That’s what Connor wanted, more and more. Wanted to slam into his twin. Pound straight through him. But he focused on the skirt. It was still bunched up at his brother’s waist. If Murph had wanted hard and fast he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Connor slowed himself even more. So slow he thought he might die of it.
“No!” Murphy did cry this time. “Connor!” he all but sobbed.
“Thought all the girls wanted it slow, lass.” He gritted out. “You don’t like it? Can you feel it? Every tiny bit I move forward? Till I’m as deep as I can get? Till you’ve taken all of me inside ya? Can you feel me moving back? Can you tell I don’t wanna, but I have ta? ‘Cause the friction is so good. ‘Cause if I pull out, almost all the way, till just the head of me is in ya, I can push forward again. I can fill you again. All your tight heat gripping at me. This is where I want to be. Ya feel so perfect. Can you tell? Do you know I want to have my cock up inside ya forever?”
“Fuck, Connor.” Murphy groaned. The last syllable was drawn out as his body shook, as he concentrated on not coming. Concentrated on thinking up ways to pay Connor back for this teasing.
Connor smiled slightly. Murphy always did like it when he talked, liked being told exactly how he was going to be fucked.
“I know ya want more. Want me to move faster. Harder.” He crooned, stroking a gentle hand down Murphy’s back, never stopping his maddeningly slow thrusts. “I could, lass. Coulda put ya over the table, or against the wall, and fuck ya until we both couldn’t stand. But I’ll not do that to ya. This time.” Connor’s right hand let go of Murphy’s hip to slide over, to curl around Murphy’s cock.
“Jaysus.” Murphy whimpered.
“Gonna keep on bein’ soft and gentle ‘til ya can’t help yerself. Til ya come for me.” Connor promised, firmly stroking Murphy’s erection. “Come for me, lass. I have ya safe. C’mon now.”
A wordless cry tore itself from Murphy’s throat as Connor’s words pushed him over the edge. His body shuddered violently, and he barely managed to remain upright as he shivered through the aftershocks.
So fucken beautiful. Was all the coherent thought Connor could manage. Murphy’s cry and the sensations swirled together until he threw his head back and cried out desperately as he pounded into Murphy’s body. Connor wrapped an arm around his twin’s chest, then his entire body froze as his orgasm hit hard. Murphy’s arms gave out under their combined weights, and he face-planted into the pillows. It didn’t matter. He was content, for the moment, to let Connor cover him. When Connor had managed to get his limbs under control, he moved off Murphy, managing a tired smile as he nuzzled closer.
Connor could feel the chill in the room settling into his skin, except where Murphy was curled up against him. The laugh started in his head. Moved to his breath and chest and kept going until he was laughing so hard he was folding in half.
“What?” Murphy demanded accusingly.
“Yer still in the...” gasp, snort, chortle “…fucken skirt.” He burst out and flopped on his back.
“Shaddup! Ya liked my fucken skirt earlier.” Murphy began to pinch his brother, hard and repeatedly. “Liked it just fucken fine! You begged me to suck you off because of the fucken skirt.” He began slapping at Connor whose new wave of laughter left him defenseless.
When Connor started blocking the swats Murphy stopped. The laughing had subsided enough he guessed. Connor wiped at the tears on his face. “An’ before you answer the door in drag again…” He paused to stop another slap and pinch. “Decide what fucken game you want to play! Jaysus Murph you were all over the place.” Connor held his brothers wrists in place and falsetto’d “Fuck me Connor, hard, now! I didn’t give you permission to put your hand there!” He struggled to hold back the physical retaliation. “Happy to play with ya Murph, jus’ wanna know if I’m playing with a porn star or a virgin.”
Connor was still laughing when Murphy jerked his hands back and rolled over turning his back on his brother.
“Fine.” He muttered. “Just fucken fine. I’ll write you a fucken script next time.” Murphy felt Connor spoon up behind him, felt arms pulling him back, tight against his brothers chest. “You just remember this the next fucken time you asked to spanked.” He felt the lips at the back of his neck slide into a smile.