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Captivation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 6307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Bill or Tom Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel and this story is a complete work of fiction; it is all made up and not true. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thanks to Katharine for reading and commenting! Enjoy the new update :)

Chapter 21. Point of No Return
My heart is racing as I watch Tom kissing his own twin. Even if it is being done in anger, it’s still passionate anger and it’s clear to me that Tom’s wanted to do this for a long while. He just had to be pushed into it. Bill takes the bruising kiss, accepting it without resistance, the bisexual boy making muffled groaning sounds at the back of his throat as his lips are forced open by Tom’s dominating tongue. Tom shoves Bill’s head back down against the floor of the bouncy boxing ring in an aggressive show of manly power and ownership. His dreadlocks drape around their faces but the gaps between the knotted ropes allow me to see exactly what is happening. Their jaws move together as Bill returns the roughly-given kiss in equal measures, his pierced tongue chasing after Tom’s and matching it stroke for demanding stroke, both the boys sucking in quick gasps of air through their noses. Their eyes are closed, identical frowns of intense concentration on their brows.
The guitarist lets his upper body lean forward, so he’s half-straddling, half-lying on top of Bill, his fist still clenched possessively in Bill’s black hair. His other hand goes downward, rumpling up the side of Bill’s clingy T-shirt to seek out that nipple Bill flashed at him earlier, running his calloused fingertips around it. When Bill whines and arches up into the rough touch, Tom ends the kiss and blindly lowers his head, his mouth seeking the tiny bud on Bill’s flat chest. He reaches his target, the more experienced teen licking at the soft pink tissue and rubbing his lip piercing over it, Tom instinctively doing what he’d do to a girl, only now it’s to his little brother. Gasping out loud, Bill buries his painted fingertips in Tom’s blond dreads, holding his elder sibling’s mouth right there, over his hardened nipple, the dark-haired singer craving more of that erotic stimulation.
“Yeah…Oh yeah, please don’t stop,” he moans in thick German. “Oh God, Tom. I want you so much…”
Hearing his twin’s urgently aroused voice affects Tom like a slap in the face and he suddenly wrenches away from Bill’s lithe, writhing figure. Looking utterly appalled and shocked with himself Tom backs off the boxing ring in horror, staggering to his feet and lurching towards the bathroom, away from Bill, wiping his hand over his mouth to unsuccessfully try and get rid of his younger sibling’s taste. Propping himself up on his elbows, Bill watches him go, a look of drunken confusion and frustrated desire in his cloudy chocolate eyes, the slimmer boy’s ribcage rising and falling rapidly with fast breaths, his nipple still wet with Tom’s saliva.
“Tom? What’s the matter?” he calls out in bewilderment. “Come back!”
“Nein, nein, nein,” Tom is muttering as he makes his rushed escape from the games room. “So wrong. Shouldn’t happen. Not ever…”
In his haste, the bigger boy steps on one of the plastic balls from the ball pit (which somehow made it into the other room near their bed) and his foot slips out backwards from under him. He stumbles face-forward into the bathroom, cracking his forehead on the partially-ajar door, knocking it wide open and then dropping dizzily to his knees on the hard tiles, wincing and clutching his head.
“Ow…Fuck…”
“Tom!” Bill calls out again, sitting up in alarm this time. “Are you all right?”
Tom just groans incoherently, grabbing at the vanity top to awkwardly pull himself back up and squinting his unfocused eyes in the mirror above the sink for any damage. As far as I can see on my monitor, there’s no blood on his brow. Just a red smack-mark. Abruptly, his face goes green and pale and he swings an arm out, slamming the door shut. There’s the heavy clomping of his uneven footsteps and then the sound of the toilet lid crashing upwards, coinciding with the thud of him falling to his knees again, presumably in front of the toilet itself. I could switch the hidden bathroom camera on but I have a fairly good idea of what’s coming next and I don’t really need to see it in full vivid colour. The muffled retching and gagging noises that soon come from behind the closed door are quite enough. After Tom has finished regurgitating the half-digested contents of his stomach, there’s a short silence and then I start to hear painful-sounding moans and whimpers issuing from the dreadlocked boy.
Also hearing them, Bill’s fine eyebrows pinch together in worry and he climbs off the boxing ring and makes his way over to the bathroom door, aware of his drunkenness and picking across the ball-strewn floor with exaggerated carefulness and precision, like a catwalk model in extremely high heels who’s trying not to trip, even though he’s only wearing socks.
Softly rapping on the door, Bill questions, “Are you okay, Tomi?”
Another unintelligible, sickly sounding groan issues from in the room and Bill frowns, pressing his ear to the closed wooden door.
“Can I come in?”
“No,” Tom weakly answers. “Go away.”
“But you’re ill. I want to help you.”
“You can’t help me. Nobody can.”
In a puzzled tone, Bill queries, “What are you talking about?”
“There’s something very wrong with me, Bill,” the other teenager says sombrely. “Something sick. Something bad. Inside me.”
Rolling his eyes, Bill scoffs, “Don’t be so fucking ridiculous. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just drunk. Throw up some more. You’ll feel better.”
“I’m not talking about that.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“What I did just then. To you.” Sounding anguished and guilt-ridden, Tom exclaims, “I…I kissed you!”
“Yeah. So?” Bill replies in an unfazed, matter-of-fact manner. “I kissed you back. Do you think there’s something wrong with me too, huh? You think I’m sick and bad and beyond help?”
Tom is silent for a moment. It seems he can’t answer that. Or doesn’t want to. There’s the scuffing, dragging sound of him slowly getting back to his feet, flushing the toilet and then running some water in the sink as he rinses his mouth out and splashes it on his face. When he towels off and finally opens the door, his tanned complexion looks less ashen than it was before, although the red graze on his forehead is starting to swell. Bill clicks his tongue in concern when he sees it, varnished fingertips reaching up to soothe the lump.
“Don’t touch me,” Tom says hoarsely, stopping Bill’s hand by the wrist and pushing it away. “Leave me alone.”
He weaves unsteadily over to the bed and flops back onto it, laying one arm across his eyes, his breathing ragged. There are water stains on his baggy T-shirt, joining the beer ones already there. Kneeling demurely beside him on the mattress, Bill tucks his own feet under his bottom and folds his hands in his lap, tilting his head at Tom, worriedly scrutinising him and sensing the other’s emotions.
“Tom,” he broaches uncertainly. “Were you crying in there?”
“No.”
In a kind, understanding voice, Bill assures him, “It’s okay if you were.”
“I wasn’t, okay? Quit harassing me!”
Without another word, Bill goes into the other room, over to the tub of beer and retrieves some ice out of it, wrapping a few cubes in a damp washcloth he fetches from the bathroom. Sitting next to a miserable Tom, the concerned boy carefully lifts Tom’s shielding arm up and gingerly presses the ice to his head wound, wanting to keep the swelling and bruising down. Bill’s evidently not as drunk as I thought, not if he can remember basic first aid. Tom keeps his eyes shut tight, cringing when the frozen burn of the makeshift icepack sears his skin.
“I know it’s cold but you have to keep it on here for a while,” Bill advises. “Don’t wanna ruin that handsome face of yours.”
“I can do it,” Tom snaps, shoving Bill’s assistance aside and holding the ice to his forehead himself. Undeterred by his brother’s rude churlishness, Bill lays his palm over the top of Tom’s knuckles in a supportive gesture. Their hands are about equal in length but because of his years of guitar playing Tom’s are wider and the tendons on the backs are more prominent, his fingers thicker and more toughened than Bill’s finer, more femininely-formed ones.
Needing to offer his injured twin some comfort, Bill caringly squeezes Tom’s hand, caressing it with his thumb, and this time, the older teen doesn’t push him away. Even though he called Bill a filthy slut just a few minutes ago, they both know Tom didn’t mean it and that it’s not true. Despite the overt sexiness of his recent behaviour, Bill is still a virgin and therefore still innocent. Well, for now anyway.
Keen to change that, Bill starts to stroke over Tom’s wrist, slowly moving down one strong forearm and tracing a pulsing blue vein. Taking advantage of Tom’s light-headedness, Bill lifts his brother’s T-shirt (which is six times too big for Tom) revealing a beautifully muscled chest and solid set of abs. When Bill begins to touch him Tom becomes aware and grows alarmed, his eyes opening and spine stiffening.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping,” Bill answers. “I want to make you feel better.”
“No, don’t,” Tom mumbles ineffectively, feebly attempting to push Bill away with one hand. “Don’t, Bill.”
“Shh. Stop trying to stop this,” Bill shushes persuasively. “Just let me. Please.”
Still in a state of denial, Tom closes his eyelids, pretending this is not happening to him. But he can feel that it is, Tom sucking in a shuddery breath when Bill strokes a soft palm down the middle of his bare chest. The bag of ice drops off the bed, forgotten, frozen cubes tumbling over the floor.
“Every time you’ve had a girlfriend, Tom, I’ve despised them,” Bill confesses out of the blue. “I’ve fucking HATED them.”
Tom glances up in surprise at that blunt admission.
“It wasn’t because they weren’t nice but they didn’t know you, Tomi, not like I know you. They never understood your complex needs or moods and they never really sensed when you needed comforting, or when you wanted to be left alone. They never saw the real you inside.”
Bill’s hand spreads protectively across Tom’s heart.
“Every girl you’re with - no matter how sweet they are - they always somehow end up suffocating you or asking more from you than you’re able to give and I hate them so much for that,” Bill continues honestly. “I hate them for causing you pain and forcing you to end one relationship after another. You keep on searching for something that can’t be found and you keep on hurting yourself trying to find it. I’ve just had to sit back these last few years and watch this pattern repeating itself, over and over.”
“Yeah, I know. I completely suck at relationships,” Tom mutters.
“It’s not your fault. You couldn’t see that what you were looking for was right here in front of you already. You couldn’t see ME, Tom. Not the way I saw you.”
With sympathetic eyes Bill reaches up and touches Tom’s face, smooths over his brow, trying to erase the stress lines there.
“I saw how much you longed to be loved. I wanted to help but you kept turning to those girls instead of me. It almost killed me when you stayed the night with them and left me alone in our room. I wanted to be the one in your arms and the one you sought comfort from,” Bill admits further. “I wanted to take care of you but you wouldn’t let me. God knows, I’ve tried to be supportive of you and your choices but it’s so upsetting to see you seeking things from these girls that I could have given you myself, and I freely would have, if you’d just asked. But you never did. I’ve been by your side for nineteen years, Tom, but sometimes you make me feel invisible, like you don’t even see me or need me. And it fucking hurts.”
After hearing those words Tom starts to cry, emotionally and drunkenly.
“I’m s-sorry,” he hiccups, tears streaking down his cheeks, not hiding them from Bill this time. “I didn’t m-mean to make you feel that way. I’ve always need-needed you, Bill. You…you…”
He’s crying so hard he can barely speak. With a loving touch and whispered words, Bill hushes him, wiping the other male’s face and trying to calm him down. Tom tries to swallow the constricting lump in his throat, his expression crumpled with anguish.
“You’ve always been there for me when nobody else was,” the elder Kaulitz boy continues when he can, his voice roughened and hoarse. “Bill, you don’t know how…how much that means to me.”
“I do know. But it would have been nice if you’d occasionally shown me that. I’m your twin, Tom. I was there the day you were born and I’ll be there the day you die. Fuck it, I’m dying with you. I’d rather cut my own wrists than go on living without you by my side. Who else is gonna stay loyal to you like that, to the very end? Who else would be willing to spill their blood for you? Some girl? I don’t think so. Nobody has ever loved you the way I do but you were too much of an idiot to realise that.”
Bill smiles sadly.
“I hated that you’d give affection and attention to someone else in your life but you wouldn’t give it to me, not in the way I wanted. I hated those girls for making me feel second-best. I hated them for stealing your time and taking you away from me. Most of all, I hated them because they got to be close to you and I didn’t.”
Listening to those painfully honest, heartbroken confessions from Bill, it’s as if a light bulb has suddenly gone off over Tom’s head. All those pieces of advice I’ve been telling him these last couple of weeks, all the lessons I’ve been trying to teach him, they finally make sense to Tom now. He finally gets it. The perfect match for him – the only true match - is Bill. He just didn’t see it before. Or didn’t WANT to see it. But now he does. He stares up at his little brother, at long last understanding how deep Bill’s feelings actually go, and what an extraordinary and precious thing that is – to have somebody love him so deeply and unconditionally, for the rest of his life, no matter what.
That’s all Tom’s been looking for. And it was right here, all along, all this time.
Bill was just waiting to be seen.
“You want to get close to me?” Tom whispers, covering Bill’s hand with his own. “Okay. You can now.”
I can almost see Bill’s heart leaping from here, his sad eyes brightening with hope and happiness as he realises what Tom’s offering.
“You mean it?”
“Yeah.” Granting the younger teen what he’s been so desperately desiring these last couple of weeks, Tom says in quiet surrender, “Get as close to me as you want. I won’t push you away anymore.”
With the biggest grin I’ve ever seen, Bill leans down and takes Tom’s face between his palms, planting smooches all over him like an overexcited puppy.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Tomi!”
Tom chuckles. “You’re still a dork.”
“I love you,” Bill continues to gush in drunken joy, still laying delighted little kisses all over his brother’s forehead, nose and cheeks. “I love you, love you!”
“Ew, don’t kiss me there,” Tom objects, trying to turn aside when Bill’s lips land on his. “I just threw up!”
Grinning impishly, Bill returns, “I don’t care. I’ve had worse things in my mouth.”
As Bill starts eagerly nipping his way along Tom’s square, stubbled jaw and down his neck, the older boy tips his head back to bare his throat in submission, a slight frown drawing his thick eyebrows together.
“Would you really suck Koji off again? Or were you just saying that to make me jealous?”
“Oh, I’d do it,” Bill answers, pleased that he ignited Tom’s envy. “But I’ve always wanted to do it to you more. And now I’m going to.”
Kneeling on the mattress, he starts tugging on Tom’s clothes, intending to remove them, a wicked smirk upon the younger boy’s lips. “I can do whatever I like to you now.”
“Shit,” Tom mutters, only fully realising what he’s in for. Giving Bill total access to his body may not have been the best idea but it’s too late for Tom to take his words back. Seizing this rare opportunity before Tom changes his mind, Bill quickly pulls off Tom’s oversize T-shirt, leaving the other teen topless on the bed, every centimetre of his taut torso on display. I still don’t understand why Tom hides such a fantastic build under such baggy clothing. He’s been working like a demon for it lately, his superb fitness evident in the defined planes of his wide chest, cheese-grater belly and whittled waistline. He has really bulked up. He was in great shape before but now he’s like a Roman gladiator, ready for the brutal battleground of the arena.
“I love your new body,” Bill murmurs, running his hands over all those compact contours and ripples. “It’s so hot.”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah.” Bill affirms this by placing a light kiss to each of Tom’s separate abdominal muscles, long black hair brushing over the older boy’s tummy-skin. When his belly button is licked by a pierced tongue, Tom gulps nervously but he lies there and allows Bill to carry on. In fact, he’s beginning to appear a little excited by where this is going. Unfastening a pair of faded loose-fitting jeans, Bill opens them to stare at the shape of Tom’s erection, outlined beneath grey cotton boxer shorts. With careful slowness and reverence, the young singer draws back Tom’s underwear, revealing brown pubes and just beneath them, the second male’s mighty weapon, thick and veined and filled with simmering blood, pointed towards Tom’s chin.
“It looks exactly like mine,” Bill remarks to himself in amazement, not having seen Tom’s penis since childhood and obviously having expected it to change somehow over the years and grow different to his. But it seems it hasn’t. It’s the same measurement, the same width, the same colour. Tom visibly tenses when Bill’s fascinated fingertips lightly skim along the underside of his swollen manhood. It twitches at the contact, as if trying to leap into Bill’s hand. The virginal boy dares to duck his head and give the responsive flesh a shy kiss; Tom gasps and nearly jumps off the bed. With the way the older teenager is acting, you’d think he’d never gotten a blow job before.
Tom’s hyper-sensitized reactions spur Bill on, the slim-hipped youth losing any bashfulness that the sight of Tom’s X-rated nudity might have brought on. After all, he’s wanted this, to see Tom in a way that only his previous girlfriends and lovers have seen. Trying to erase their memories from Tom’s mind, Bill boldly curls his long-nailed fingers around his elder brother’s erect length and starts to stroke it. Staring directly into Tom’s eyes, Bill strokes the hard organ over and over again until it’s leaking all across his hand and Tom is squirming restlessly on the bed half-undressed, the blankets caught in his clenching fists. Bill looks down at that straining, glistening dick he’s holding, licking his lips with a studded tongue.
“Do you want me to suck it?” Bill asks in a whisper.
Tom nods in eagerness.
“Tell me. Say yes.”
“Yes,” Tom begs whimperingly, his face full of yearning and longing. “Yes, please, do it…”
Having heard what he wanted, Bill smiles, pecks Tom once on the lips and then climbs between his sibling’s sprawled legs.
As Bill’s wet mouth encloses him, Tom’s body arches up of its own volition, a long hissing breath sucking in through his gritted teeth as he tries to keep control of himself. But Bill doesn’t want that. He wants Tom to lose it, to let go, and will do whatever it takes to achieve that. Testing his own boundaries, Bill goes down further on Tom than he did to me, quickly learning how to tame his gag reflex so he can engulf Tom’s cock fully. It’s a spectacular sight - lips stretched wide, the tip of his nose burrowing into the dark fur between Tom’s thighs. At this angle, Bill’s cheekbones look as though they’ve been carved out of clay with a sharp knife. He sucks his brother with great enthusiasm, brunette head bobbing up and down as he slurps on that magnificent masculine member, rolling his pierced tongue over every available surface.
Tom is biting his own piercing, chewing on the circular steel lip-ring to keep the moans inside him. They force their way out anyway, particularly when Bill runs the metal bead of his tongue stud up and down his brother’s weeping slit. The bisexual vocalist uses it to stimulate the sensitive flesh of Tom’s cock-tip, Bill flicking his silver barbell against it.
“Oh my GOD,” Tom groans in the deepest, horniest voice I’ve ever heard him use. “Fuck Bill, where did you learn to do that?”
From between Tom’s thighs, Bill raises a ringed eyebrow and Tom mutters to himself, answering his own query.
“Right. Dumb question.” It appears jealousy gets the better of him as he blurts out, “Do you like Koji’s dick more than mine?”
Raising his head and licking his top lip, Bill replies, “No, Tom. I love yours. I love it because I love YOU.”
Needing more reassurance, Tom presses, “Is mine bigger?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve always wanted to suck it?”
“Always,” is Bill’s heated reply, the younger teenager proving it by taking Tom into his opened lips again, as far down as he can go.
Tom resumes moaning, mixing German and English curses in that same low, turned-on tone. I’m getting shivers on the nape of my neck just listening to it.
“Gott. Oh Gott, yeah…fuck…”
Though Tom has been valiantly trying to keep his hands by his sides, he can’t hold back any longer. His fingers thread into white-streaked black hair, the stronger male holding Bill’s head there and beginning to thrust his pelvis up, Tom growing more assertive the hornier he gets.
“You like that, Bill?” he demands breathlessly. “You like it in your mouth?”
A long muted moan resonates around Tom’s engulfed cock, Bill’s cheeks caving in as he applies extra-hard suction, his girlish hand rapidly jacking the bottom half of his twin’s fleshy staff, Tom’s tight nuts tugging with each movement. Lifting his lashes, Bill glances up with those chocolate orbs - full of deep desire and sexual passion - and the jolt of his direct gaze meeting Tom’s as he sucks is enough to make Tom start to come. The blonder boy stiffens, his whole body turning rigid, eyes rolling back and jaw slackening in an all-consuming, overwhelmingly orgasmic expression no words can describe. Tom comes without a single sound, his voice and breath stolen by the sinful, sucking mouth of his dark-eyed mirror image.

When Bill sucked me he didn’t swallow because I didn’t make him. I’m not sure if he would have done it anyway or whether he would have just spat it out. But with Tom he swallows, pulling back only enough to let it pool on his studded tongue, tasting the warm essence of his identical sibling and gulping down each surge as it comes, proving the depth of his love for Tom.
It’s obviously a powerful orgasm for the dreadlocked musician, draining not only his bodily fluids but his stamina and energy.
“Shit…” He moans weakly and slumps back onto the floor, letting his hands fall limply from Bill’s hair, his eyes half-closed. “Oh shit, I really needed that.”
“Yes, you did,” Bill nonchalantly replies, wiping his lips. “And I would have done it sooner if you’d let me.”
“I hope nobody ever finds out.” After muttering that, Tom grimaces uneasily, imagining the world’s response to what they just did. “We’d get fucking slaughtered. Our lives would be over.”
“Nobody’s going to know. This is just between you and me, Tom. The only way they’d find out is if you blabbed about it.”
“Like I’d do that,” Tom scoffs, acting out a bragging conversation with a random friend. “’Hey, dude – I got the best blowjob of my life last night! From Bill. My little brother.’ Yeah, that would be received REAL well.”
Starting to smile, Bill repeats, “The best blowjob of your life?”
“Well, so far anyway.” The older boy smirks lazily, clearly anticipating more of these. As if just thinking of something, he looks down at his clean belly. Then back at Bill’s mouth.
“You swallowed it all?” he remarks in dazed astonishment. Bill nods.
“I wouldn’t do that for HIM, Tom. I was lying about that part. I will only do it for you.” He fondly kisses Tom’s dry stomach. “Only you.”
“What makes me so special?”
“Because you’re my other half.” Whispering, Bill adds, “And I want to make us whole.”
Tom groans at the forbidden thing his brother is suggesting, torn between wanting it and fearing it and just being too damn worn out. “Bill…I don’t think I can…”
“I know. You’ve gone all soft.” Bill pouts at his twin’s flaccidity, giving the deflated male organ a few tugs to no effect. “Never mind.”
Not letting Tom’s half-naked drunkenness go to waste, Bill climbs on top of him, sitting on the other boy’s muscled belly. Bill peels out of his tight shirt, tossing it aside, revealing ribs, a thin chest with tiny nipples, a soft tummy and the graphic black star inked below his hip.
“What’re you doing now?” Tom slurs, squinting up at him.
“Being creative,” Bill answers with a grin, unzipping his own pants.
“You can’t ride me; my dick’s like a soggy noodle,” Tom exhaustedly points out. “I’m too drunk and tired to get another hard-on.”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll do that some other night,” Bill promises, taking Tom’s hand and putting it down the front of his trousers, into the depths of Bill’s elastic underwear. “But for now…”
Tom just blinks passively as his fingers are made to wrap around Bill’s cock, which is probably hard enough for the both of them, Bill making Tom touch him without the more resistant teen having to make the choice. Not that Tom has enough willpower to resist anyway. He gazes up at Bill with weary acceptance, knowing he’s being totally used but not caring about it that much. Besides, he gave Bill permission to use him.
“Haven’t touched you here since we were little,” Tom muses absently as Bill gives an urgent push into his hand. “You’re a lot bigger now.”
“I’m the same size as you, Tom.”
“No, mine’s the biggest! I got the biggest everything,” Tom proudly boasts. “Muscles, brain, talent…”
“Of course you do,” Bill indulgently grants, momentarily closing his eyes and rolling his hips into his brother’s clumsy caress. “Mmmm.”
I can see the movements of Tom’s wrist but his hand is hidden behind Bill’s stretchy black trunks. All I can detect is a sluggishly moving bulge of fingers and dick. Soon, Tom yawns, his arm growing still, eyelids beginning to drift shut.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” Bill scolds, lightly smacking Tom on the cheek to keep him awake. “And don’t stop. Not until I’m finished, okay?”
“’Kay…Sorry.”
Scrunching up his dark brows, Tom tries to focus, not too wasted to recognize that he’s got a job to do. He’s the older twin and it’s Tom’s duty to look after his little brother, in whatever way Bill needs him to. Bill took care of him earlier; now it’s his turn.
“Like that?”
“Yeah. That’s nice,” Bill replies, sighing as Tom strokes him with more concentrated firmness, veins beginning to stand out on the guitarist’s tanned forearm. Bill brings Tom’s other unoccupied hand up to his mouth and sucks on the first three fingers one at a time, Tom watching with hazy-eyed interest as they’re gotten wet in the sexiest way possible, Bill’s lips sliding along each one like he’s giving it a blow job, moaning around them as he does so. When they’re slick with his own saliva, Bill removes them, putting Tom’s hand down the back of his pants, beneath the rear waistband of Bill’s underwear.
“Um…Do you want me to…?”
Tom’s hesitant questioning has Bill nodding keenly in answer. As though they’re talking telepathically, Tom slowly nods back, understanding what Bill is asking and agreeing to it, the tattooed singer encouraging his older brother’s tentative touches with soft groans and humming murmurs. Having previously done this to himself, Bill knows what to expect when his private opening is breached but there’s still a gasp from him and a perceptible straightening of the spine as one of Tom’s fingers enters him, much coarser and less delicate than his own. Tom experimentally pulls it out and pushes it back in again. Bill gives a whimper but with the way his face is all screwed up, it’s difficult to tell if it’s a noise of enjoyment or discomfort. Tom automatically stops.
“Does it hurt?”
At the concerned query, Bill shakes his head, smoothing out his expression “No, it’s fine. You can put another one in.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Put as many in as you can.”
Concentrating on being careful, Tom adds a second finger and when he can slide those two in and out easily he then introduces a third. That takes a little more spit and a little more effort, Tom twisting his hand to get it in, causing Bill to lift up and wince a bit. Once he’s stretched enough, the younger male soon relaxes again, sinking back down on Tom’s midsection with a moan. My cameras don’t zoom in close enough to see everything in fine detail and it’s all happening inside his loosened trousers anyway but it’s quite clear that Tom’s fingers are actually inside Bill’s body.
“I don’t think I can fit any more in,” Tom says regretfully. “Didn’t think it’d be that tight.”
Bill frowns down at his more experienced brother. “Don’t girls feel like this too?”
“Dunno. Haven’t done it to a girl.”
Bill’s jaw drops. “You said you had!”
“I lied,” the older teen admits shamefacedly. “You know me, Bill. I talk shit most of the time and haven’t done half the stuff I claim to have. To tell the truth, I’m too afraid to go anywhere near a girl’s ass in case she slaps me.”
“So, this…I’m your first?”
“Yeah. You’re my first.” Tom gazes up at Bill in misty-eyed adoration. “My first friend. My first love. My first everything.”
“You love me?”
“More than anything in the world. I loved you before you were even born, Bill. I will love you until the day I die. And you know I haven’t said that to anybody else before.”
Hearing such sappy declarations of romance (even if they are caused by drinking too much beer), Bill manages to melt and smile at the same time. He might not have been the first person to kiss Tom, or suck him, or give him sex but Bill is the only person Tom’s ever said he’s loved and so it makes this whole experience that much more special and intimate.
The twins don’t say anything else - just stare absorbedly into each other’s eyes, Bill bracing himself on Tom’s nude chest, the slimmer boy rocking back and forwards on his knees, onto and into Tom’s hands. For a virgin Bill seems confident and capable, doing most of the work and pleasing himself, although Tom is definitely helping, assisting by pushing his fingers in as his slenderer sibling is pushing back onto them. The hand down the front of Bill’s pants is wrapped around his erect hardness – Tom holding it, squeezing it, his fist giving Bill something to thrust into.
Already amply aroused by sucking his brother’s handsome dick, Bill’s moans grow louder and his breathing quicker.
“Oh. Oh yes…Mmm - ah, ah, ah…”
Listening to those little breathy words and noises, Tom is wide awake, his twin’s approaching climactic peak suddenly the most important thing in the universe. He yanks down the front of Bill’s undershorts, freeing an identical dick so he can jack it without restriction, pulling the stiffened length in short, firm tugs - the tip of it a dark, shiny purple. The hand behind Bill is busy too, Tom shoving his fingers in deeper and harder and watching his brother’s beautiful face as it contorts in pleasure. By the look of savage satisfaction in Tom’s eyes, he feels as though he’s fucking Bill, even if it’s not with his prick.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” Bill suddenly gasps. His nails dig into the skin of Tom’s torso, the skinnier boy bucking his hips and thrusting a strained scarlet cock into his brother’s rhythmically-jerking fist, wanting more, tighter, faster.
“Make me come, Tomi,” he starts to beg in a high, desperate tone. “Make me come, please - make me, make me…”
With a few more hard jabs of his fingers Tom brings a wailing Bill to orgasm, the older teenager pumping Bill’s dick with his other hand and staring fixatedly as pulses of creamy white wetness burst out of the end and land on his tightened ab muscles, a couple of jets even splashing Tom’s naked chest. The last dribbles of it run back down Bill’s cock and into his underwear. Bill squirms and twists on top of Tom, gasping and making exquisitely-pained faces of near-agony through his entire convulsive climax, as if it’s almost too much to bear, all this delicious ecstasy.
All from his big brother’s skilled hands.
When Bill stops shuddering, Tom takes those hands away, out of Bill’s pants, instead sliding them caressingly up his smaller sibling’s heaving sides.
“Fuuuuuck,” Bill eventually breathes with his eyes closed, his flat belly still quivering and contracting from pleasurable aftershocks. “That was so fucking amazing, Tom…”
“Good,” a thrilled Tom murmurs back, every bit as fulfilled even though he didn’t come himself. “You happy now?”
“Very much.” Bill sighs where he sits, having no desire to move. “Happy, happy, happy.”
After saying that, Bill opens his eyes and smiles languidly and lovingly at Tom. From the nipples up, the younger boy’s skin is all flushed, his cheeks pink and mouth as swollen and red as ripe plums. His long lashes are lowered halfway in sensuous satisfaction and his eyes are as velvety and rich as melting chocolate. Bill has no makeup on whatsoever but his face is full of colour, warmth and life. He’s glowing. With his dreamy, contented expression and ebony hair tumbling silkily over his milky shoulders, he has never appeared as lovely and beautiful as he does right now.
Staring at his stunning twin, Tom whispers in awe, “You look so pretty like this.”
“Prettier than any of your girlfriends?” Bill questions hopefully, knowing that those girls represent the high standard of physical beauty that Tom usually favours.
“Yeah. Way prettier than any of them.” Tom touches Bill’s parted lips, stroking the puffy flesh with the pad of his thumb, feeling its lush softness. “And you give better head too.”
Knowing what a huge compliment that is, Bill gives a tired chuckle, curling up on Tom’s chest to be cuddled, not even minding the cooling wet goo that squishes between them.
“Thank you, Tomi. For everything.”
“Anytime, baby.”
Tom doesn’t seem to realise what he just called Bill but the younger boy notices. And smiles, closing his eyes.
While holding Bill next to his heart and sweetly petting the other boy’s dark hair, Tom starts to softly sing the melody of one of their songs.
“Turn around, I am here…If you want, it's me you'll see. Doesn't count, far or near…I can hold you when you reach for me…”
He hums the rest of the song, not quite in tune but it’s enough to lull the two of them to sleep.
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