I wonder, is it wrong to stare at you like I do right now? Spooned against your back, so close this must be wrong. But it feels too good for me to move away. Stroking a finger down your face I feel like I'm touching myself, yet not. You're my complete equal and the other half to my soul. My twin... we were created as one. brbr
The nights are always like this now. Since we've moved away from home and are sure that no one will walk in on us. We can be in our home and pretend that others would never consider what we do, wrong. Though I want to shout to the world "I'm in love with Fred Weasley!" god knows I can't. You're my brother and this should be off limits. brbr
The night we first moved in we lay together. On our own bed your hands intwined with mine. Each finger interlocked, perfectly in their zippered row. You acknowledged them. brbr
"Even our hands can show it. They fit into eachothers perfectly..." Your voice a ghost, whisper across my ear before you kissed me and removed your hands. Each to suddenly wrap around my thighs and pull me closer. Your kisses are always sweet, tender and taste like mint. Fresh and washing over my tongue, filling me senses as our tongues meet and battle. Stroking slowly over one anothers as our hands move. Mine up your back, never resting at one spot... yours to slide into my shirt just needing the contact of skin on skin. brbr
I can't tell when we're naked. It's a blur to me. Underneath you, your fingers twisting within me, I'm begging for you. The words nonsensical, trying to find the right ones, begging and pleading for you. Completion I can find only in your arms. "Fred....Fred...." Gasping your name, as you slide inside me. It's all perfect.brbr
Heartbeats beating as one as we come together, finishing simoutaneously. I love you, I love you... I do. I know of only one person I'd give myself to in this way. It's you. brbr
"George." Blinking softly, my eyes refocus as I look down at you. In the night I can see your eyes glinting softly, you're awake. brbr
"Yeah?" brbr
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"Go back to sleep." You smile softly and I kiss that grin. Curling against you, I find my peace in sleep. And I know that it's not wrong. Nothing this natural can be wrong. brbr
The nights are always like this now. Since we've moved away from home and are sure that no one will walk in on us. We can be in our home and pretend that others would never consider what we do, wrong. Though I want to shout to the world "I'm in love with Fred Weasley!" god knows I can't. You're my brother and this should be off limits. brbr
The night we first moved in we lay together. On our own bed your hands intwined with mine. Each finger interlocked, perfectly in their zippered row. You acknowledged them. brbr
"Even our hands can show it. They fit into eachothers perfectly..." Your voice a ghost, whisper across my ear before you kissed me and removed your hands. Each to suddenly wrap around my thighs and pull me closer. Your kisses are always sweet, tender and taste like mint. Fresh and washing over my tongue, filling me senses as our tongues meet and battle. Stroking slowly over one anothers as our hands move. Mine up your back, never resting at one spot... yours to slide into my shirt just needing the contact of skin on skin. brbr
I can't tell when we're naked. It's a blur to me. Underneath you, your fingers twisting within me, I'm begging for you. The words nonsensical, trying to find the right ones, begging and pleading for you. Completion I can find only in your arms. "Fred....Fred...." Gasping your name, as you slide inside me. It's all perfect.brbr
Heartbeats beating as one as we come together, finishing simoutaneously. I love you, I love you... I do. I know of only one person I'd give myself to in this way. It's you. brbr
"George." Blinking softly, my eyes refocus as I look down at you. In the night I can see your eyes glinting softly, you're awake. brbr
"Yeah?" brbr
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"Go back to sleep." You smile softly and I kiss that grin. Curling against you, I find my peace in sleep. And I know that it's not wrong. Nothing this natural can be wrong. brbr