Fire sparks and spreads against their bodies as their chests press together. Their heartbeats are mismatched and pounding in erratic rhythms. They press their foreheads together and take a moment to relish the feel and scent of their hot breath against their faces. They take a moment to pull back and brush hair that's matted to their face with sweat from their eyes. Everything they do is so similar yet so different; Only they know the difference in their action but to anybody else it would have been like a reflection in a mirror.
They knew every difference of their body. Every blemish, every scar, every mole. It was nice to indulge in what separated them one another when they constantly basked in their similarities.
Skin was against hair, skin was against faces, skin was against clothes, skin was against skin. Oh, how, they loved feeling each others skin. They touched skin with their hands, their feet, their faces, their mouths. Pale skin that looked as fragile as porcelain, skin that was swollen and pink, skin that was nearly soaked in sweat and spit. They were fascinated with each others bodies. They were the same yet so different. Feeling hands similar to their own roaming over what was practically the same flesh. Their stomach, their chest, stomach, thighs; It was an almost-narcissistic ecstasy.
Pants turned in to whimpers. Whimpers turned in to moans. Hips rocked against each other. Both brother's senses were fogged with pleasure and the thrill of sin.
This is wrong.
This is immoral.
Do they care?
Not at all.
Knowing that what they were doing with each other- sprawling out over one brother's black bed sheets, feasting their eyes upon their nude bodies- was wrong only fueled them to keep going. It was a rush of adrenaline that they became addicted to.
One twin whines as he feels sensitive, hot, flesh grabbed by hands that are like ice. It causes him to squirm on his lap and make friction that's irresistible to neither of them.
"Nobori, oh," He leans his head back as his twin rubs a fragile tip, "Give...More..." All ability to form actual demands had long gone. Fortunately for him, his brother is smart enough to understand.
Nobori moves his hand along his brother and makes his whines grow louder. Hearing his twin cry for more only sets his body in flames- Flames powerful enough to spread a wildfire and burn down the entire region. Once their slate gazes meet, they hold steady and do not break.
They're twins. They look the same. That's how they know this isn't just lust.
"Brother," Kudari's voice lowers in to a whisper as his arms snake around Nobori's neck. From there, his lips press against his flushed earlobe and he coos, "Fuck me like a slut."
At least, they were pretty sure it wasn't just lust.