One private room at the back of my heart
Fred walked slowly down the hallway to a door, and opening it, he found himself in the small bedroom that the room of requirement had become. George lay on the twin bed, he clothes strewn on the floor. Fred walked in and smiled, as if this was a normal sight.
Hey kid, how are you? You look like an angel.
"How's it going?" Fred asked nonchalantly.
"It's getting better" George smiled, "Did you remember the handcuffs?"
"I have them." Fred took out his hand cuffs and climbed onto the bed, binding his brother to the wooden head board.
"Take me." George whispered huskily.
Take me inside you
Fred grinned and lay on top of his twin, bringing their lips together. He gently bit George's bottom lip and he inserted his tongue between the two pairs of lips, slowly exploring his twin's mouth, his hands caressing the soft pale skin, gently tweaking the brown nipples that stood erect against the alabaster flesh.
Long red hair flung from Fred's head to George's chest as the boy softy nipped his brother's torso, working his way lower with a path of kisses. George arched his back, his hands gripping at the head board where his wrists were bound. He let out a gasp as his brother's hands gripped at his growing erection, softly bringing it to life as Fred's lips brushed against every inch of George's lean torso.
Look at us lying here
Fred ran his tongue the length of George's cock, slowly coating it with his saliva before he took it into his mouth, slowly inching down, causing George to groan softy. He head dipped up and down over his twin's erection, slowly at first, and then gathering speed, as he felt George begin to buck beneath him.
Fred pulled off of his brother and snaked his way up the bed, his hand stroking George as he brought they're lips together, parting them with his tongue, moaning softly into George's mouth. His free arm wrapped around his bound brother, his hand holding tight to the pale shoulder of the boy beneath him, their mouths locked, his eyes flutter closed.
Hold on, clip these wings
George panted with every thrust of Fred into him, his legs wrapped around his brother's waist as he felt the erection tear through his insides. He groaned in a pained pleasure as Fred passed his prostate, his eyes clenched shut. Fred reached between them at George's cock and began to pull the skin slowly, then faster, matching the rhythm of his crashing hips.
"I love you Fred." George managed to whisper through his quickened breath.
"I love you George." Fred answered, as the two of them fell in a head, spent and exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep, their legs wrapped around each other.
I don't remember when we fell asleep.
"No body needs to know." George sighed at his sleeping brother.