They had taken out the syndicate like it was nothing, just a simple day taking out the trash. But that didn't mean it didn't get the blood pumping, that they didn't realize their lives were on the line. It was a risk, one that thrilled them, but it had been highly dangerous nonetheless. The ride home was hasty, they had to get out, and get to safety, fast. As Connor drove he yelled out a thrilled and relieved, "Woo!" his expression amused and joyous to be free.
Murphy was worked up to the bone, but the exclamation made him smile, and even chuckled, even if just shortly. He loved seeing Connor like this, alive and wild. And, god be damned, it turned him on. But as much as he wanted to ravage him as soon as they got home, he knew he couldn't; he had promised to go slow, which meant he couldn't be the one to make the move. It was all up to the older twin.
When they walked up to the door they were still shaking from the rush, and they were thankful to be alive. They were so fucking glad the other was still with them. The thought of losing the other, it crossed both their minds, and it was something that sent a sharp pike through their hearts. So when they entered Connor immediately turned Murphy and slammed him up against the door, heated and buzzed, and kissed his better half ferociously. It almost felt better than the last two times, now that they had narrowly escaped death, the appreciation of still having him there with him. He delved his tongue into his brother's mouth deeply, dominating him with everything he had. Just knowing this was Murphy, despite the sin, got him so hot he couldn't hardly stand it. He'd been wanting this, craving it, and now he knew he didn't have to hold back, which he took advantage of to the fullest. Finally, breathless, he held Murphy tight to him, mumbling into his mouth, "You're alive. We're alive."
Murphy had definitely not expected that to happen. Though he had hoped, prayed, that it would. He went limp against the door, allowing his twin to devour him, so much arousal flushing through him. His legs went weak, he felt as though he were going to collapse onto the floor if Connor let him go. He simply quivered, clinging onto the other man. He was about to moan, but it changed into a needy groan when Connor broke the contact, though their lips were still touching he wanted more. And when Connor spoke those words, he melted, slumping further and grateful for his brother's hold on him. It was so sentimental, so true, and so riveting that they were still standing, there, together. He somehow drew his lips closer to Connor's, speaking into his mouth, "Fuck, Conn, fuck. You don't know how good it feels."
Connor made a throaty sound, his body aching for the other twin, everything seeming hazy and urgent. He gripped Murphy tighter, the way the other spoke got him hotter and he couldn't stop himself from pressing his abdomen into Murphy's. The contact of their budding arousal was electric, as it had been in the holding cell, only this time he allowed himself to fully acknowledge it. "You mean how good this feels?" he breathed, "Because, Jesus, Murph, this feels incredible."
Murphy closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. It did, it really fucking did. He longed for their clothes to be off, to experience the sensation of naked contact, and the fact that it was his twin, the man he loved above anyone else, brought him to full stimulation. He couldn't believe they were like this; that they could be like this. And he couldn't express to Connor how he was feeling without doing more. But he could take his brother's hips in his hands and pull him closer, so he did, rutting back into him. "Shit, Connor, I want you. I want you so fucking bad."
The feeling of Murphy pressing into him, of his erection so prominent against his own, it instantly drove him crazy. He didn't know why he had been so hesitant before, why he had denied himself this. Because it was all he wanted. Nothing else could fulfill him, nothing could make him happier. To have Murphy was to feel total elation. He would die for Murphy, and he would be damned if that happened before he knew what it felt like to have him. "I love you, I love you Murphy," he whispered before dipping his lips to the other's neck, kissing and laving until Murphy was a shuddering mess against him. He could feel himself growing wet, the gyrations of their hips awakening him further. He wanted to stop so they could have more, but he couldn't. He rolled his hips in determined motions until he was moaning against that luscious skin, getting so completely lost in his frenzy. "God, Christ."
Murphy was heated to the core, squirming against the assault of his twin's hips, so hard that it hurt. Between that and the attention to his neck, it made him moan so loudly that he almost felt like he had to hold back. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wished they would move to the bedroom, but he would gladly take what he could get, and this was too good to stop. "Conn… ugh… shit, I'm gonna fucking come."
That only spurred Connor on, his motions growing more determined. He didn't care if they were clothed, that they weren't truly making love, he would get Murphy off any way he could. And it filled him with elation that Murphy was so close. He wanted his brother to feel good, and he loved that it was all because of him. It wasn't sex, but it was damn close, and he felt liberated that they could experience release together, in any form. He was about to burst and he needed Murphy to come along with him, "Come for me, Murph. God, please, just fucking come."
Murphy's stomach clenched so hard that he felt he might be sick, but it was simply the arousal that was too much, so much that he felt himself begin to pulse. He clutched onto his brother with everything he had, holding him close as he rutted back against him, a long whine pulling from his lungs. "Conn, Conn," he called out before he was wracked with such a strong release that everything faded away and all he could feel was Connor, all he could think about was Connor, it was just them; life didn't exist. He never thought before that they would have this, never once stopped to think that they would be in this situation, coming together, due to each other. And it was sheer bliss.
As soon as Connor felt his twin come he groaned, grinding until he came as well, his seed streaming into the confines of his clothes, soaking him. He prayed to the Lord he wouldn't go to Hell. But in that moment he couldn't care less. This was what he'd been needing, what he had been slowly dying for. For them to feel something so intimate, so riveting. Finally he halted his motion and simply held his brother, burying his face into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily. He wanted to savor this, but he knew they would have something even better, eventually. But for now, this was utterly mind-blowing. Life-changing.
They stood there for a good minute, just holding each other, just calming, coming down from the high they wanted to hold onto for as long as they could. And then Murphy softly yet insistently broke the silence, "Thank you. Jesus Christ, thank you."
Connor laughed against his neck, elated and humored, "Fuck… I don't think I'll ever get enough of that."
Murphy chuckled in return, glad that Connor was taking it well, that he seemed to feel more free about what was happening between them, "There's a lot fucking more where that came from."
Connor smiled and brought a hand up to run his fingers through Murphy's hair, pulling back to look into his eyes, "Let's get some rest."
Murphy smiled and nodded and a second later Connor was turning away and it felt like his warmth was leaving him behind, but he knew now that he could always feel that again, that they could and would have more. And that felt so god damn good that he grinned as he followed. He was happier than he had ever been. He crossed the line with Connor, and he would never, for anything that was holy, cross back over it.