Ficlet Meme
The pic Emily sent me...since we're entering NSFW area here:
It was hot, sticky and wonderful. Bill shivered as he sank down on Tom's lap again, his heart practically cramping in his chest it felt so good. Under him he could feel Tom pushing up, pushing in deeper and he wispy moan escaped him, goosebumps springing up the length of his arm as he rocked back and forth on his twin's lap. This was heaven, this was how it was supposed to be, Bill thought, as he enthusiastically slobbered down the side of Tom's neck, carefully biting his shoulder just like Tom liked it best.
The leather under them screeched awkwardly as Tom slouched further into the expensive leather couch, almost laying down and Bill pulled himself into an upright position on his brother's lap. Underneath him, in the warm, orange glow of the reading lamp, Tom seemed even more tan than he actually was, his skin almost a caramel color. Bill licked his lips - he wouldn't be surprised if Tom tasted like caramel too. He rose up just a little before he slowly sank down again, relishing the reaction he drew from Tom; the way his hips bucked up just a little, the muscles in his arms straining as he clutched at Bill's hips, those nice abs rippling under the skin with Tom's best effort to lie still.
He didn't know how it was with other people but Bill got off on watching - almost more than just with the plain physical part of it all. It felt great to have Tom in him like that but, as far as Bill was concerned, that was just a bonus. The best thing was watching Tom's lashes flutter, watch the path his eyes took over Bill's own body, those nimble fingers tracing the edges of his star tattoo or along the curly lines of the writing on his left flank.
The sounds, smells and Tom's taste. For Tom tasted different everywhere. His neck of faint traces of cologne, mixed with the smell of hair wax and that almost not there whiff of smoke. The inside of Tom's elbow, that soft skin there, tasted of almonds and biscuits, the back of his neck, strangely enough, of watermelons. The best though was kissing down Tom's chest. It smelled of his brother's skin, that mind-numbing perfume, musky and sweet at the same time - a little like caramel maybe, too - that still made Bill's head swim every time...
It was hot, sticky and wonderful. Bill shivered as he sank down on Tom's lap again, his heart practically cramping in his chest it felt so good. Under him he could feel Tom pushing up, pushing in deeper and he wispy moan escaped him, goosebumps springing up the length of his arm as he rocked back and forth on his twin's lap. This was heaven, this was how it was supposed to be, Bill thought, as he enthusiastically slobbered down the side of Tom's neck, carefully biting his shoulder just like Tom liked it best.
The leather under them screeched awkwardly as Tom slouched further into the expensive leather couch, almost laying down and Bill pulled himself into an upright position on his brother's lap. Underneath him, in the warm, orange glow of the reading lamp, Tom seemed even more tan than he actually was, his skin almost a caramel color. Bill licked his lips - he wouldn't be surprised if Tom tasted like caramel too. He rose up just a little before he slowly sank down again, relishing the reaction he drew from Tom; the way his hips bucked up just a little, the muscles in his arms straining as he clutched at Bill's hips, those nice abs rippling under the skin with Tom's best effort to lie still.
He didn't know how it was with other people but Bill got off on watching - almost more than just with the plain physical part of it all. It felt great to have Tom in him like that but, as far as Bill was concerned, that was just a bonus. The best thing was watching Tom's lashes flutter, watch the path his eyes took over Bill's own body, those nimble fingers tracing the edges of his star tattoo or along the curly lines of the writing on his left flank.
The sounds, smells and Tom's taste. For Tom tasted different everywhere. His neck of faint traces of cologne, mixed with the smell of hair wax and that almost not there whiff of smoke. The inside of Tom's elbow, that soft skin there, tasted of almonds and biscuits, the back of his neck, strangely enough, of watermelons. The best though was kissing down Tom's chest. It smelled of his brother's skin, that mind-numbing perfume, musky and sweet at the same time - a little like caramel maybe, too - that still made Bill's head swim every time...