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Title: Aye, there’s the rub...
Fandom:The Boondock Saints
Characters: Connor/Murphy MacManus
Prompt: Touch
Word Count:320
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity. Didn't happen. Pity.
Author's Notes: twincest Big Damn Table to be found here.
Much love to kaige68 for looking this over.
“God, that’s so fucken good.” Murphy moans as he leans back into Connor’s hands, enjoying the dull ache as tense muscles are forced to relax. Connor grins, slides his hands up Murphy back to rest on his shoulders. Presses the heel of his palm against Murphy’s so fucken pale skin, then drags them down to rest just above his twin’s ass. Murphy makes a noise in the back of his throat that has Connor grinning, as he repeats the move. Just a big kitten, aren’t ya?
“Could have ya purring if I wanted.” he grins, leaning forward to nuzzle the skin where neck meets shoulder. Murphy lazily turns his head to kiss Connor, mouth sliding sloppily across cheek, then pressing gently against his own. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks as he pulls back.
“Could have me doing anythin’ ya wanted.” Murphy’s tongue slides out to lick his lips.
“Ya mean that?” Connor asks, stroking long fingers through Murphy’s dark mop of hair, trailing them down the back his neck as Murphy shudders slightly from the sensation. Love how predictable ya can be, boyo.
“Aye.”
“Well then. D’ya mind runnin’ down to the store? We’re out of fags.” Connor barely manages to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.
“Ah, fuck you!” Murphy half-turns, attempting to swipe a blow to Connor’s head, but is prevented by strong hands pushing his shoulders flat. He snarls uncomplimentary comments about Connor and the possible nature of his parentage until Connor rubs his denim trapped cock against Murphy insistently. Always could shut ya up when I needed to. Connor smirks to himself.
“Well.” Connor appears to study the situation for a moment, carefully weighing the pros and cons of making Murphy run errands as opposed to shagging him through the bed. Or the floor. Or both. “Now that I’ve got ya here, I’m thinkin’ it’d be best ta take advantage of ya.”
Fandom:The Boondock Saints
Characters: Connor/Murphy MacManus
Prompt: Touch
Word Count:320
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity. Didn't happen. Pity.
Author's Notes: twincest Big Damn Table to be found here.
Much love to kaige68 for looking this over.
“God, that’s so fucken good.” Murphy moans as he leans back into Connor’s hands, enjoying the dull ache as tense muscles are forced to relax. Connor grins, slides his hands up Murphy back to rest on his shoulders. Presses the heel of his palm against Murphy’s so fucken pale skin, then drags them down to rest just above his twin’s ass. Murphy makes a noise in the back of his throat that has Connor grinning, as he repeats the move. Just a big kitten, aren’t ya?
“Could have ya purring if I wanted.” he grins, leaning forward to nuzzle the skin where neck meets shoulder. Murphy lazily turns his head to kiss Connor, mouth sliding sloppily across cheek, then pressing gently against his own. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks as he pulls back.
“Could have me doing anythin’ ya wanted.” Murphy’s tongue slides out to lick his lips.
“Ya mean that?” Connor asks, stroking long fingers through Murphy’s dark mop of hair, trailing them down the back his neck as Murphy shudders slightly from the sensation. Love how predictable ya can be, boyo.
“Aye.”
“Well then. D’ya mind runnin’ down to the store? We’re out of fags.” Connor barely manages to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.
“Ah, fuck you!” Murphy half-turns, attempting to swipe a blow to Connor’s head, but is prevented by strong hands pushing his shoulders flat. He snarls uncomplimentary comments about Connor and the possible nature of his parentage until Connor rubs his denim trapped cock against Murphy insistently. Always could shut ya up when I needed to. Connor smirks to himself.
“Well.” Connor appears to study the situation for a moment, carefully weighing the pros and cons of making Murphy run errands as opposed to shagging him through the bed. Or the floor. Or both. “Now that I’ve got ya here, I’m thinkin’ it’d be best ta take advantage of ya.”