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The blond scowled, eying his twin. He was sitting there, fully clothed, while he stood there in a speedo. He wouldn't call that very even. He was more clothed than himself! No, they'd have to do something about that. " Get rid of that dress and we'll call it even, " He smiled at him, moving to set himself on the couch.
" You'll still be wearing the panties, so you won't be completely nude. Just like me, then. Then, we'll call it even, " He grinned at him. Hey, that was pretty fair, considering Sora didn't even want to wear the dress in the first place. And even though he would no longer be in the sexy maid outfit, he'd be nearly nude; which, was just as appeasing.
He looked at the way his twin was sitting now, raising an eyebrow. " Well aren't you the proper little lady, " He poked fun, wondering how he was able to sit with his legs crossed. Most guys, no scratch that, all guys couldn't just very well sit with their legs crossed as he was. You'd have to have no balls to do that. Well, actually... he figured there could be a way to sit like that being a guy. He decided not to dwell on the idea too long.
He moved his hands to rest one along the back of the couch, turning in a way so he could face the brunet. If he refused to take the dress off... well, he'd find a way to get it off, one way or another. Without being totally creepy in the way he did it, of course.
It took some shifting and adjusting as well as not letting the crossed legs fit together completely but the position left his hands free rather than needing to rest on his lap to keep the skirt from fluffing up and showing off more than he really wanted to. Sora's eyes went quite wide at his brother's words, shrinking away from the other even as his head shook violently back and forth.
"No way! That's totally not fair!" And really, really couldn't happen right then. The bit of time that had passed hadn't been enough to allow the brunet to 'calm down' and having Roxas in the Infamous Speedo was not helping the situation. "You said I could ask anything of you to make it even and I did! No take-backs!"
Not good not good not good- Willing himself not to freak out completely Sora pointed, "And you can't make alterations on a bet after the bet's been cast! It's - it's against the Betting Rules of Time!"
There was no way that Roxas was going to get him out of that dress and in nothing but those damnable silk panties. He'd probably make me keep on the garter and tights, Sora thought crossly, body tensing. If he came down to a wrestling-match he'd have to be prepared.
A laugh left Roxas' throat at the immediate denial. Well, it wasn't as if he wasn't expecting that. Then again, he kind of wasn't. Sora had wanted to get rid of it earlier. Maybe he just didn't want to look like himself, which he was sure he looked pretty silly. He waved it off with a smile, " Okay! You're fine in the maid outfit anyways, " He went off to mumbling at the end of his phrase.
" And.. 'betting rules of time'? You could have come up with something better, " He joked, before stretching his arms high above his head. He settled back down, making sure his legs were together. If they weren't, well... they were pretty small on him, so, just imagine it. He doubted his twin wanted to see that, or else he could have just asked for him naked.
" You probably picked the speedo because you're such a closet pervert, So." He grinned at him as he teased and joked. He always found it amusing to poke fun at his twin, just to see how he'd react. " Ah When did my innocent brother get to be so dirty? " He said dramatically, though not so much as compared to Sora's dramaticness. " Mm, don't look, Sora! " His tone that of a faked pleasurable one, voice soft, and putting his hands over his front. Yep, just too fun.
Relaxing when Roxas let the matter drop - or so he thought - Sora turned to look over at his twin. Really, he couldn't take his eyes away from the male for long when he tried, so he went for trying not to obviously ogle him instead. "I bet YOU couldn't have done better," he murmured, head down as he watched the other through lowered lashes. Between Sora's swimming and Roxas's Struggle matches both males were quite fit, something Sora noticed more in his twin than he himself.
And then, a moment of panic; Roxas hit the brunet's thoughts on picking his 'alter-bet' right on the nose and Sora would have sworn that his heart stopped. S-shit! I totally blew- And then his twin continued, his little drama putting at slight ease Sora's fears but breathy tone perking the perverse side of Sora's mind, causing the brunet to uncross his legs and drop his hands over the front of the skirt once again.
"O - oh! You're one to talk," he countered, rising to his feet. He was too wound-up to sit in place and felt the need for a bit of distance least he loose it and pounce on the boy right then. "You're the one who got me in this getup." Narrowing his ocean-blue eyes and forcing his lips out in an exaggerated pout Sora pointed his left leg, twisting it towards the other to show off the hardly-covered limb. "Oh, monsieur" he purred in fake French accent, arching his back to puff out his already nearly-exposed bum. "Why not zit back n relax while Madame Sex-Bomb dusts jour giggly-bits, no?"
Two could play at this game - and Sora was sure that his little drama wouldn't have anywhere near the same affect as Roxas's was having on him.
The blond let out a soft laugh, " Yeah, I am one to talk! At least you're more dressed. " He pointed out with a raised brow, smile lingering on his lips. " And I got you into it because you're the one who reminded me of the thing! So it's your own fault, " He countered, leaning back on the couch. And he gawked at the posture his twin held, clenching his hand to restrain himself from reaching out and just grabbing his almost exposed behind.
" Hmm, Madame Sex-Bomb? Can you live up to the name? " He replied smoothly with a grin, chuckling softly. He couldn't take his eyes off his twin; well, not that he wanted to. " You can go ahead an 'dust my giggly-bits', Madame Sex-Bomb, " He said, tone almost a purr, putting emphasis on the name and repeating it in the same french accent. He swayed, or wiggled, his hips the best he could while still remaining seated. A somewhat difficult task, in a speedo, but he succeeded.
He could remember when they used to tease each other, or be dramatic, but he couldn't recall it ever being in relation to dirty things. It was mostly Sora who was the dramatic one, but he sometimes played along.
It's the hormones; once they kick in it gave Sora a whole new outlook on life and a shy sense of perversion. One that only seemed to come out around his twin. A playful Roxas he could deal with - the new, grown Roxas with a twisted sense of humor was something entirely different altogether.
Continuing on with the little drama they had begun Sora stalked forward, hips swaying left and right with an exaggerated swish. Sora, what the HELL are you doing? Heart thumping in his chest the blue-eyed boy looked into orbs similar to his own, a slyness and challenge in his own. In his way Roxas had called him out and he'd be damned to turn down such a blatant challenge. The question was, how far would he take things?
Sora stopped right in front of his twin, a moment of nerves kicking it - it showed in the way he averted his gaze for a moment, cheeks flushed and tongue darting out to lick his lips - before he fixed his attention to his twin, slowly dropping to his knees before the other. His hands, which had been pressing against the front of the skirt, move to Roxas's shins, sliding up and over the teen's knees to grip. Dear god, I'm two feet away from Roxas's crotch. Don't nosebleed!
"But monsieur-" Sora's tone dropped considerably from the high purr it had been when he'd first used the fake accent and to a low mummer, blue orbs peeking through dark lashes up at the other. "My duster, she iz ah no here! Shall I use - something else, instead?" Though he knew that Roxas wouldn't take his words seriously the implication of what he was suggesting had Sora's unsatisfied need pulsing, fingers tightening on his twin's knees to keep his hands from shaking.
Tongue flicked out momentarily to wet his lips as he felt his heart thumping against his chest, watching as his twin moved closer. Okay, they joked nearly all the time with each other, and when it had led to something dirty, they always ended up laughing at it. But when had that been last? It was obvious that hormones were taking over. Damnit, you! I just fixed you like, ten minutes ago! Stay down, bugger! He mentally yelled at his crotch, hoping it listened to him.
His breath caught in his throat as Sora got to his knees and moved closer; close, as in, nearly right at his crotch. Oh, now this was lovely. Goddamnit, you better stay down, He willed himself, though he doubted it would listen. It was the hormones, yep. All their fault if anything happened.
He remembered to breathe after a moment, after Sora had spoken. He blinked down at him, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink; also feeling the grasp on his knees tighten slightly. He swallowed his look for a small smile, replying with, " Forgotten it? My my... yes, we'll have to use something else. " His tone nearly matched his brother's, having dropped a decibel to a soft murmur. His fingers twitched slightly, even despite him having them in fists as he carried on with their little drama act.
The way Sora was in front of him made clear images flicker in his mind, not helping at all in his situation.
What - is he playing at? Sora wasn't sure what it was Roxas was after but he guessed it was to see how far he was willing to go before backing out. Well, if Roxas was giving him free reign then Sora wasn't going to turn it down - not unless he felt his control slip in a way that would blow his secret entirely.
Well, Roxas, be ready to be severely grossed-out. A ghost of a smile twitching at his lips Sora lowered his head. "Oui oui." The hands resting on Roxas's knees jerk apart suddenly, spreading the blond's thighs enough for Sora to slip between them. His body seemed to be moving on its own, following this one thought of Roxas, Roxas, Roxas as he slid his hands up from his brother's knees and to his thighs, halting them just shy of the juncture of his hips. Once there Sora leaned forward, lashes flickering to look up at the blond as he let his breath ghost along the bare skin of his brother's thighs.
"Shall I remove thiz then, monsieur?" At the murmured words Sora slid his right hand higher, fingers brushing against the bright red fabric of the speedo along Roxas's side. "It iz - restricting, no?" Slipping a finger underneath the material Sora pulled back, letting it go with a swift smack! of elastic against skin. The sound caused his crouched form to jump slightly, breath jumping with it.
He hadn't just done that. Nor did he just say that. Was Sora trying to get him to crack? Did he know? If so, he was doing a good job on it. His breath had constricted in his throat as he stared down at his brown-haired twin, who was rather close to him now. So close, he could feel his warm breath rolling against his stomach.
The fabric of the speedo being pulled back was bad; if you tugged on that thing even slightly, it rubbed against his skin in a bad way. On top of that, it was pretty small. The sound it made against his skin as he released it caused him to jolt slightly, feeling Sora do the same. He knew he should stop this before things got bad, but, " Y-yes, you're right, " he breathed now, tone soft. He ignored the yells in his mind to stop. " It should be removed, then, " He continued before wiggling his hips slightly again.
It was kind of like a bet, when he looked at it. One he was determined to win. Either Sora stopped, making him win, or Roxas just cracked, meaning Sora would win. He was unsure, actually, what the outcome would be. Because if Sora continued any further, he was surely going to lose. Knowing his brother, he would hopefully - though, not so much hopefully, since a part of him (scratch that, nearly his whole being) hoped he'd continue - stop and sit back and laugh it off.
Fuck. The curse seemed to echo in Sora's mind as his twin responded to his act, the brunet's insides seeming to quiver. He could feel the heat from the other from where he was - shit, he could smell him. It was enough to drive him insane and Sora struggled, mind seeming to race and halt at the same time. What do I do? His brother seemed just as determined not to back down was he was but they had never gone so far before - not even close - and Sora was at a loss.
Crouched between his twin's legs blue eyes flickered to what was presently set before him. The Infamous Red Speedo. There was a bulge there (to be expected with how snug the damn thing was) and Sora couldn't help but think back to when he had tugged on the stretchy fabric. He didn't allow himself to ogle but in that split second there had been a shadow dusting of hair and - its curve. In Sora's mind it had been a beautiful, fleeting thing, a glimpse of a fantasy before being snatched away, hidden by the bright red fabric.
Unconsciously the brunet licked his lips, not realizing that his eyes had stayed fixed on the bulging material before him rather than flickering away quickly as he had intended. He had actually been there for much longer than he thought after his twin had spoken, staring intently at the other's crotch with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. His other hand had crept up while Sora thought and stared, moving to hook its self into the side of the elastic waist of the Speedo as the other did the same. Breath coming out in shallow pants Sora's gaze shifted when the waiting digits twitched, causing a ripple in the Speedo.
If he's pushing me this much, he thought, licking his lips once again. Then he must be willing to go all the way. It was known that his blond brother had more balls - no pun intended - than the pair of them. Sora was almost always the first to back down, the first to try and laugh it off or give in. Roxas may have been depending on that to allow him to win.
Not this time.
Slowly, as to give his twin the chance to stop him or call quits, Sora pulled at the material. Heart hammering at breakneck speed as each delicious millimeter was revealed he finally pulled his gaze away, lust-darkened eyes fixing on that of his twin.
Roxas could have sworn his heart had stopped, if it wasn't hammering wildly otherwise. Sora actually looked like he was serious; with the way he was staring at him, tongue stuck out ever so slightly, it made it pretty obvious. He swallowed, breathing coming in soft pants now. He refrained from twitching as he watched and felt the speedo be pulled down very slightly. And it surprised him slightly when his twin looked up at him.
The look in his eyes - was that lust, he saw? The same blue eyes looking back at him, were darker than their normal bright blue. His own cerulean orbs watched him back, fixed on his features. Fuckfuckfuckfuckdamn, He swore in his mind, repeating it. His fingers twitched beside him, despite being clenched into fists. He rose his hips slightly, causing the red speedo to slip down a bit further. He's going to make me go insane,
It was hard to resist the object of his affection and wet dreams, fingers temptingly grasping his speedo and threatening for it to be removed. He went to biting his lip, not intent on pulling away in the slightest. If he isn't pulling away, it must mean that either he was seeing it as a challenge as well and is determined to win, He paused in his thinking, Or that he actually wants to. I doubt it's the latter, though, He concluded his thoughts.
What was he supposed to do? Stop, chicken out, before things got carried away and Sora pulled away just before doing something, calling him out and accusing him of liking him; or just not give a damn. It was a choice he didn't want to make.. Then again, if he simply accused him of being into him and encouraging, he could pass it off as that he was going with the act. Yeah, that could work. Unless he got a hard-on, then he'd be kinda screwed.
Sora held off for several heartbeats, eyes locked onto his twin's. He was sure that the other could read his expression - everyone always pointed out how easy it was to tell his mood because of his expressive features and 'honestly blue' eyes - and an inner war begun to wage in his mind, each shouting for dominance. If he was so easy to read then why wasn't Roxas disgusted? Horrified? Hasn't pushed him away yet? Maybe - maybe he wanted Sora to continue and get things out into the open?
But then again, they were on a dare. A contest of wills, or so to say, had started between them and neither had backed down. It was as simple as that - or was it? He had no way of knowing what was going through his twin's head; Roxas was a harder book to read than the brunet. Not that he was good at reading into things of that sort.
I guess - I'll wing it. Body tensing Sora took advantage of the bum-wiggle, the last few inches of fabric covering his twin's nudity being ripped away in a sharp tug. Sora's gaze flickered down automatically from his brother's gaze and to the newly exposed skin, heat rushing to his ear and cheeks. He's - grown since we took baths together.
The thought seemed to put into focus what he'd done - pulled off Roxas's speedo. Squeaking the brunet turned quickly, back ridged and head down at his lap as he stammered. "S-s-sorry! I - Ithoughtyouweregonnastopme a-and it was just sitting there and tempting me and I-" Shutting up abruptly Sora shook his head, biting down hard on his lower lip. Shutup shutup shutup, Sora! He was putting his foot into his mouth every time he opened it and Roxas was - god, Roxas knew. He had to know how sick and twisted and wrong his thoughts were and the thought was enough to bring tears burning at his eyes, lids blinking rapidly to try and fight them away as he took a shaky breath through his nose.
Roxas didn't think he'd actually take it off the rest of the way, exposing him; but he figured the brunet was full of surprises. Knowing he was exposed to his twin, a flush met his cheeks. But soon Sora had whipped around to stop staring at him, beginning to ramble on. What he was saying, what he had just done - well, he kind of figured the obvious. But to think, his brother thought the same as him; that he was just as twisted.
" S-Sora, Sora it's fine, " He began to murmur in response when he started to apologize. It wasn't like he had protested against it, so Sora wasn't at fault. Well, of course, now he was kind of glad he had done that. He slipped down off of the couch, behind his brother ( not bothering to fix himself first ). His arms snaked around his waist to pull him closer in an embrace. " Really.. " He said softly, one of his hands moving up to grasp his chin; turning it so he faced him.
This probably wasn't the right thing to do; everything about it screamed wrong. And maybe he was reading into Sora's actions wrong too, and he was about to screw himself, but he moved the few centimeters to meet his twin's lips. His stomach fluttered, even at the light touch. He didn't let it last long, pulling away and releasing his chin. Well, now it could either be taken as a brotherly thing or a love-type thing. He remembered he'd give him kisses when they were younger, because they hadn't known and it didn't matter.
" Tempting you, hm? " He smiled now, tone soft. Well how's this for temptation, eh So? He thought; referring to how he was now. Sora was still completely clothed in the dress - something he hoped to fix - while he was all out in the open. He was tempted to ask about the 'and I-' part, but refrained for now.
"But Rox-" Hearing his brother moving behind him Sora tensed, eyes squeezed shut. He was sure that Roxas was moving to either get away from him or give him a good smack for being such a - a pervert. He was dirty and wrong and sick and Roxas would never want to have anything to do with him ever again and-
-And were those Roxas's lips pressed against his own?
Sora, who's eyes had stayed closed even as he felt Roxas's fingers against his skin was tensed for a blow of some kind - not the gentle press of feather-soft lips against his own. The only reason he even realized what was happening was due to the feel of his brother's breath gently puffing against his upper lip and minty smell from the toothpaste they shared. The moment seemed to last a lifetime and yet hardly take a heartbeat, Roxas pulling away all too soon.
The brunet hardly heard the murmured question spoken from right in front of him; his brain had ground to a crashing halt, heart following suit. He - did we - Eyes fluttering open Sora reached up with both hands, grasping either side of his twin's face. It was more reflex than anything but it was too late to stop because he had brought their lips together once again, heart slamming against his ribcage as he felt that delicate pressure against his lips once again. He'd be a fool to let such an opportunity slip through his fingertips when presented to him and Sora, contrary to popular belief, was no fool.
He didn't try to pry his twin's lips apart, didn't part his own lips at all or even tilt his head - Sora just pressed a bit more firmly than the blond had done, hands on either cheek to hold the boy in place, willing his love for the other into the kiss all the while waiting for some form of rejection from his twin. He had to of been reading into the other wrong; while Roxas's kiss had bordered on brotherly affection Sora had leaped over the line, feet planted firmly in dangerous territory.
At the least, Roxas expected for Sora to give him an odd, weird look for kissing him on the lips, then push him away. If not that, then the second thing he expected was for him to just take it not say or do anything about it. Definitely not for him to reach out and pull him back into the kiss. Cerulean optics widened at the movement, his lips hard against his own. It wasn't feather-light or gentle, in a brotherly way; but more in a, 'I-want-to-kiss-you' kind of way.
And his hands on his cheeks, keeping him in place - it was like he didn't want him to pull away, or was waiting for rejection. But the fact remained that Sora had taken the leap before he had. After all this time trying to keep his cool around his twin, attempting to hide how twisted and wrong his thoughts were; and yet, the two of them were in the living room, lips locked together.
The hammering in his chest was clearly evident to him as he assessed the scene; he was kissing his brother. Or rather, his brother was kissing him. He didn't pull away, relaxing into it and pressing back into the kiss they held. That he was kissing back, that would surely confirm the thoughts he believed his brother was having about his affection towards him. And whether he was just testing this out to see if it was true, and if the kiss didn't hold any meaning, Roxas would make the best of the few moments he was sure he'd get to savor the feel of his lips against his.
Roxas was waiting for the moment where Sora would pull away, jump up, point at him and shout, 'Ha! I knew it! You're sick, you're in love with your own sibling!' He was basically anticipated said action, followed by some well-deserved whack. And even though such thoughts ran through his mind, he couldn't help but push things; pressing his tongue out and lightly touching to Sora's bottom lip, sliding along it. Of course, this followed with more thoughts bombarding his mind; he was going to pull away and shoot him down, is what his mind was telling him.
Sora, expecting some form of retaliation, flinched slightly as he felt his twin move - surely he was curling a hand into a fist to strike him with. But Roxas didn't pull away and Sora didn't feel the expected pain of getting caught in one of his twin's left-hooks; what he felt was added pressure to their joined lips, blond relaxing before him. Stomach twisting in nervous knots dark lashes fluttered open to slits, seeing Roxas's own closed lids in return.
He's - is this really happening? Sora couldn't help but think he had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his twin to return from the shower and would be shaken awake any minute, brought back to the reality that forbid the two of them from doing just as they were. But Roxas was warm and solid against him and, as Sora's fingers moved in little circles from where they were planted on either side of Roxas's cheeks, very much real.
I wish we could stay like this...forever. Eyes sliding closed once more Sora took in all he could with all of his senses, from the sound of Roxas's breath puffing against his skin to the smell of his shampoo to the feel of his tongue-
Roxas's tongue was on his lips.
Jerking back Sora's eyes went wide, hands remaining where they were and keeping his brother in place. He was panting lightly, mostly from the breakneck speed his heart had taken up as well as the close proximity of his twin in relation to he himself. Swallowing hard Sora licked his lips, then again, slowly lowering one hand as the other moved to his still-tingling lower lip. "You - you kissed me back," he whispered, gaze flickering from Roxas's eyes to the plush lips he had been pressed against just moments before. The lowered hand moved to his twin's hand, subconsciously needing to touch the other for reassurance.
Roxas enjoyed the small taste he was allowed as his tongue slid against his lip, however momentary it was. Feeling Sora pull away when his tongue made contact with his lip, immediately, he thought, Shit. I pushed it, and he was only joking with me, and now he's going to curse me out, and-
His thoughts were cut short when his brother did none of what he was thinking - yet, he mentally added - and instead just sat there staring at him. His hands remained on his cheeks, as if unable to pull away. He nearly nuzzled the hand that remained on the side of his face as cerulean optics watched him lightly touch to his lips, and just barely hearing the whisper that left his mouth.
A silence enveloped the blond as he looked back at Sora, trying to see some sign of anything. Whether it be disgust, hatred, curiosity, or daresay, love. He couldn't resist or stop the slight flinch his body did as a reflex when he moved his hand again, only to have him touch to his hand. His gaze fell to his hand, before his fingers moved to entwine themselves with his. " Yeah.. I did, " He finally spoke in reply, eyes moving back up to look at his brother.
He had to think about his next words, as he fell silent again. After what seemed like several moments, " ... sorry, " He mumbled, that being the first thing he thought of; because if he didn't like it, then he had reason to be sorry. But he had pulled him back, right?
Sora hadn't known what to expect Roxas to say at his quiet words - really, he was only mildly aware of having said them aloud. After so long - all this time - does this mean that Roxas...feels the same way? Lips slightly parted Sora slowly lowered the fingers pressing against the tingling, sensitive skin, gaze unbelieving. Could what he'd been aching for since the day he found out about sexual desire and love be happening?
He blinked once, then again. "Sorry?" Why had Roxas - oh. Oh. Realizing what his twin was thinking Sora gave the fingers in his grip a squeeze, slowly leaning forward. "Well, I'm not," he murmured, lashes fluttering just a moment before he brought their lips together again. He was almost positive that his twin had some kind of feelings for him in a more than brotherly way with the way he had run his tongue across his lip as well as the initial reaction to Sora's question. The question was, was it as Sora hoped or was his twin just curious about the birds and the bees?
True, Sora was as well; it seemed to be the only thing that Riku talked about aside from sparring and wrestling. Once in the Secret Place, the silver-haired teen had been going on about girls and all kinds of things that would make a sailor blush when Sora shyly admitted that he'd never been kissed. Riku had gone quiet and given Sora a look so intense that he had turned away, stammering something about homework when Riku was next to him, leaning in close, closer...and then Selphie had burst in, her loud voice bouncing echos off the walls of the cave and jolting the two away. Neither of them spoke of the incident but Sora had made sure to steer clear of the Secret Place since then.
Back to the present, Sora let his eyes close as he initiated another kiss, fingers twitching around Roxas's as the other hand raised hesitantly, fluttering to his twin's waist before drifting away, rising up to his shoulder instead. He held it there, pressing as if to plant the blond in place, skirt of the maid's uniform rumpled and a touch higher than it had been when he'd first settled on the couch. It was he who parted his lips, instead taking the lower one of Roxas's to suck at lightly, eyes closed.
Roxas stared ahead at his twin, 'Well, I'm not,' hearing the words. No, of course he wasn't. Now he was able to confirm that he did, in fact, love his brother. That he could now call him out on it with proof. It's not like the blond figured he'd be able to keep it a secret for much longer anyways, with the way he was going. He was actually a bit surprised that he had kept it up this long, that he had enough control over himself. Yes, now he was going to--
Kiss him? Roxas blinked, at noticing his lips were occupied again. Sora's lips were against his own, locked in another kiss. He didn't react for a moment, until he felt his lip being sucked at gently. His eyes slid closed before kissing him back lightly. The thumping in his chest was evident as his heart hammered away, like it did a lot of the times he was around his brother. And with the hand that settled on his shoulder, as if holding him there, it told him that Sora wasn't just trying to find him out and everything else he had thought.
The unoccupied hand moved, as his had, and held him around the waist. His fingers curled, grasping the fabric of the dress. His mind was telling him this wasn't happening, that he had hit his head while getting out of the shower and was currently unconscious in the bathroom, but his being was saying otherwise. Dream or not, he didn't care. He grasped onto him tightly, both the hand entwined with his and the one holding the fabric; it felt real to him, so it had to be.
It brought it back to think about Namine; how right she had been. He remembered her saying that he shouldn't be so negative and pessimistic. Yeah, he had let the girl know of his affection towards his brother. They were friends, and he could practically tell the girl about anything. He had denied what she said, saying there was no way things would work out, or that there was even the slightest chance Sora was into him like that. He had obviously been wrong. He had a bit of a hard time accepting that his brother was willingly kissing him, at the moment.
He made himself pull back away from his thoughts, allowing himself to pull Sora slightly closer to him, not breaking the kiss, making a small, soft 'mn' sound.
Oh. My. Gooooooood! Heart racing a mile a minute Sora's breath hitched at the low sound his twin made, pressing forward even more. Really all he had to go by was what he'd seen in movies and in the hallways at school but he didn't think he was half bad, if he did say so himself. And Roxas felt amazing, pouty lips cushioning his own as Sora pressed. He got tingly just thinking about it, let alone doing it.
Seeing as the experimental nibble had done well the brunet grew bolder, drawing back enough to lick lightly at the blond's lower lip. He wanted more of those soft sounds that echo in the back of his mind, sending his heart clumsily tripping in his chest. He almost wished that he did end up kissing Riku in the Secret Place - at least he'd have some practice in then, and would maybe even have learned a trick or two from the older teen. His twin being his first made it special, though. They were sharing a moment that Sora would hold dear to him forever, even after Roxas came to his senses and realized what was taking place couldn't last.
The fingers resting at his waist seemed to burn through the material of the dress and Sora couldn't help but shift, letting out muffled sound between their joined lips. His skin seemed extra sensitive to the other's touch, goosebumps breaking out across his skin and causing him to shift closer. This is - seriously - whoa. He wasn't sure quite what to do but didn't want to pressure against his lips to stop, earlier 'problem' lingering in the back of his mind through an insistent throbbing.
Breaking the kiss to gasp for air blue eyes flickered open, darker than normal, lips slightly swollen from the kissing. Still kneeling on the ground Sora looked down, eyes falling momentarily to Roxas's front before he jerks his gaze away, falling on the blond's shoulder before meeting his eyes again. "...Wow," he breathed, licking his still-tingling lips again, hand dropping from his twin's shoulder to rest on his lap, both hands curling into fists on his skirt. "I-" For a moment the brunet hesitated, gaze flicking away before returning to his brother. "What - happens now?"
Roxas had no clue whether or not his twin had kissed someone already or not, since they never really talked about that; but by the way he was going, it seemed like he had even a little bit of experience. The nibbling on his lip, and now flicking his tongue out lightly against it? It seemed to him he knew what he was doing. His grasp tightened around his waist unconsciously as he let his own tongue slip out and slightly lick at Sora's lip. He tilted his head slightly, moving to nip gently at his bottom lip.
His twin felt.. small, in his arms. And his lips, they were as soft as he had thought they'd be. But, it was better, because he was actually feeling them; via his own lips. And just the simple feeling of kissing him, holding him even, would stay in his permanent memory.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at the soft sound from his brother, feeling him shift closer in the embrace. And all this was being done, Roxas was perfectly nude. And he was all too aware of it, at all the little movements Sora made against him and small sounds. He almost whined when he pulled away, but they had to breathe and all. Eyes fluttered open, staring into matching blue. Darker than normal, he noticed. He allowed himself to smile when Sora breathed out an exclamation. Although his brother released his hold on his shoulders, his own grasp on his waist never loosened. Well, he removed one hand, but the other remained; the hand moved up to gently hold his chin, thumb resting on his slightly swollen lips. He was sure his looked the same.
His thumb gently stroked the brunet's lips; 'what happens now'? There was a number of things that could happen. But, he was sure he was talking about what happens with them. He took a moment to ponder this, digit softly stroking his lips as he watched him. He honestly didn't know what to do. It was obvious that they couldn't let their mother find out.
So in response, he simply leaned forward to lightly peck the tip of his nose, remaining only a few centimeters apart. " I - I don't know, Sora. You tell me, " He sighed softly.
Breath hitching as Roxas reached upwards to brush his thumb over swollen lips Sora's eyes fluttered, tongue darting out on it's own accord to run over his lower lip - and his brother's thumb. The motion felt incredibly sensual to the brunet who was all too aware of each of their state of dress (and his own state of arousal), body seeming to pulse. Never had he thought that his secret fantasy would come true - nor did he imagine things would play out the way they had.
Unable to resist the urge to nibble at the digit pressed against his lip- Holy crap, I can't believe I'm doing this with -Roxas-! -Sora's gaze shifted, falling to where his brother's only piece of clothing had been. What he saw made the brunet's cheeks burn hotly though he didn't tear his eyes away as he had before, lashes lowering to hood his eyes. He wants me to tell him, hm?
"I think," he started softly, finally looking up to his twin's face. It was somewhat embarrassing but not enough that he was willing to - or wanted to - put a stop to things. "That there are other ways we can pass the time before the movie starts." Because even though he loved the brotherly bonding time that they spent together he wanted to do what he finally, finally would be allowed to.
Shifting his legs underneath himself to rise Sora climbing up on to his feet, a playful little smile on his lips as he turned his back to his twin and flicked up the back of the skirt. The panties had inched up into near-thong territory which left little of the brunet's rear to the imagination. "Your room. Now." And with that he darted off, taking the stairs two at a time in a dash for his twin's bedroom. With the little head-start that he'd given himself Sora plopped down on to the bed, a silly smile stretching across his lips as he reclined. One leg bent on top of the mattress and the other dangling to the ground as he propped himself up on his elbows Sora watched the door around his leg and skirt, giving whoever entered the view of shapely thighs, a glimpse of black silk and Sora's hooded bedroom eyes.
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Gais, I'm as in suspense as you are. D: I've yet to get a reply, so. o w o I couldn't help not updating, so you get this so far. Hope you guys enjoyed the read, and review please! I wanna hear your thoughts on it. :3
