He cleared his throat. “It’s okay. I, um, I keep thinking about the porn from yesterday.”
Oh, really.
“Yeah?”
I felt him nod against the pillow we shared.
“The scene that started after the one we saw…” He trailed off.
I knew what scene he was talking about. Same two dudes from the one we’d watched, with the addition of another dominant guy. They’d spit-roasted the subservient man.
“That’s hot, innit?” I murmured, opening my eyes.
“So fucking hot.”
Goddammit, this wasn’t gonna help with my hard-on.
I slipped my hand down my boxers and gave my cock a solid squeeze before trapping it under the waistband. That way, it wouldn’t show when I stood up later.
“Can we get off?” Reese asked quietly.
Fuck yes. I kept my features schooled, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t think he’d take the initiative this soon.
“You want me to put on the porno?” I asked.
He shook his head and lowered his gaze to the sliver of space between us. “I wanna talk.”
We could do that. The thought of talking about fucking, with the intention of getting off to it, catapulted a ball of lust through me.
“I can’t get it out of my head,” he said. “I checked out the magazine under your bed last night too, and I didn’t know any of that existed.”
“About sadism and masochism?” I pushed down my boxers a bit and gripped my cock loosely.
Reese saw it and nodded once, then pushed himself up on one elbow. “If people get off on being beaten, I don’t understand why it’s gotta be wrong.”
“Me either,” I admitted. “I’ve read some studies about it from researchers who get it. Pain can be a releasing factor or something, and I can relate to that. I wanna go rough not just because of what it would do to the one I’m with, but because of how it’d feel for me too. Like, I wanna get scratch marks and bruises.”
“Yeah—that,” he breathed.
I peered down between us and saw him in the shadows of the covers, his hand forming a fist around his cock, and I clenched my jaw. Just seeing him like this turned my cock into granite. I couldn’t wave that off as nothing. It meant something.
If Reese got off to the thought of a third person, I knew which direction to take this.
“Imagine someone between us,” I murmured. “Someone we used together.”
“Fuck.” He dug his head under mine, maybe to shield his face, but I didn’t care. We both were still looking down at each other; he couldn’t hide that for shit. “Someone who wanted pain?”
“Yeah.” I turned my face a little and pressed my lips to the side of his head. “Someone who wanted it fucking filthy and animalistic.”
“Oh my God,” he moaned.
I stroked myself harder. “Someone who doesn’t give a crap about what’s wrong or right, as long as it feels good. It’s all about what’s consensual, you know? If everyone involved wants it, fuck what anyone else thinks. We’re legal adults, baby brother.”
He pressed himself even closer and buried his face against my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed. His lips on my skin were just the beginning of what I wanted.
Give in to the temptation, Reese.
Cross the lines with me.
I groaned when he grazed his teeth along my neck.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Bite me.”
It suddenly felt like I was drowning in filth. My twin brother sank his teeth into my neck as we stroked our dicks with mere inches between, and I could smell the pre-come trickling down. I used it and rubbed it into my cock, squeezing it, finding that line between pleasure and pain.
Before I knew it, Reese let out a choked moan and went rigid. Then he sucked hard on my neck and started coming.
I screwed my eyes shut as ropes of come landed on my cock and on my hand, and I used that too. I rubbed my brother’s come all over my cock and groaned while the orgasm took over. It was him. He set it off. And I didn’t know how he’d make the switch to something casual after this, but I was sure he’d try.
I wasn’t as inclined today to make it easy for him.
With one shudder triggering another, we waited until our climaxes had subsided and our heart rates had returned to normal.
“That was fucked up,” he said shakily, inching away from me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
I swallowed dryly and shoved away the covers. We’d avoided messes yesterday, but today it looked like I was washing my sheets.
“I’ll, um…I’ll be right back.” He climbed out of bed and ducked out of the room.
I heard him in the bathroom. First, with the shower running, and then with the cupboards under the sink opening and closing.
I got out of bed too, and I stripped the mattress and used a pillowcase to wipe my hands and stomach.