Braided

by Michael, Sean

  Peter looked over at him with a grin, then slid off Paul's lap. "G...g....go get s...s...some love."

  Paul moved into his arms, refusing to meet his eyes.

  "Silly Pet," he murmured, holding Paul close, stroking him.

  "Yeah, but I'm yours." The whisper was soft, almost lost in his shoulder.

  "Yes, Pet, you are." He squeezed Paul. "What can I do to prove it, hmm?"

  Perhaps a whipping or paddling was in order, but without going through the toys with the two of them, he wouldn't know what was going to freak Peter out. He still thought their best course of action was to go through the toys and find out exactly what was what.

  Peter walked over with glasses of juice and sat with them. "B... b... b... b... b..."

  Paul nodded. "Yeah, Petey. All better."

  "Are we ready to play a little, then?" His Pets nodded in concert, skin rubbing against him.

  "Peter, would you go get something out of the box? It doesn't matter what; we're going to go through the whole box and discuss each item."

  "D...d...discuss them?" Peter dragged the box over, finding a flat wooden paddle and handing it over.

  "Find out what they are, why you relegated each one to the closet, things like that." He smiled, stroking Peter's cheek reassuringly before taking the paddle from him. "You know what this is?"

  Peter nodded, stroking Paul's ass with a grin and a wink. "P...p...p...paddle."

  He chuckled. "Yes, I imagine Paul's extremely familiar with this particular implement. Although I must say that you can do some interesting things with it with cock and balls if you are careful. Now why was it in the No cupboard?"

  "I...I...I...I..."

  Paul leaned over and petted Peter. "All the slappy, whippy ones are in there, Bowie."

  "All right, Peter doesn't like slappy, whippy -- why?" he asked, turning to Peter.

  "B...b...b...b...because it h...hurts." Peter gave him a confused look.

  "Peter doesn't go for pain for no reason. I mean, piercings where there's a ring later? Yeah. But erotic spankings? No." Paul shrugged, shifting in his lap, cheeks a little flushed.

  "But you like it, Paul. In fact you like it all, so why wouldn't Peter whip you?" It was a valid question, though he suspected it was one neither twin might be overly eager to examine.

  "No." Peter shook his head. "N...no. L...l...l...l...love him."

  Paul leaned close, whispering, reassuring himself by sliding their bodies together. "You'll make him upset, Bowie. You will."

  Bowie shook his head and slid a hand along Peter's cheek again. "We're only talking, Peter. Just talking. There's nothing to get upset about. I know you love Paul and wouldn't want to hurt him, but he enjoys being whipped and paddled, he likes the pain."

  Peter shook his head. "I...I... d...d...don't want to h...hurt him. I d...don't want h...him to hurt m...me."

  Bowie nodded. "Fair enough. Is it going to bother you when I whip or paddle him? Keeping in mind that I only spank him as punishment, anything else would be because he enjoys it."

  "I...I...I don't know. I...I'll try not to b...b...be." Peter shrugged. "W...why does he? It h...h...hurts."

  "Paul? Would you like to answer that one?" He had his theories, but as he wasn't the least bit of a masochist himself, he couldn't answer definitively.

  "It's like I told you, Petey. It's not like when you were... Like before. It's hot. It burns and I can just feel and after I can feel and feel and feel."

  "Does it take you out of yourself at all? During the scene?"

  Paul blushed deep. "Yeah. I don't have to be... I can just feel whatever you want me to feel."

  He purred softly. "We can discuss that. It's important we all get what we need from scenes. Peter. Would you prefer to be present during this kind of scene, or would you prefer we do it while you aren't around?" He was hoping Peter would choose to be with them. He had ideas for ways Peter could be involved in the scene without being on the giving or receiving end of the blows.

  Peter's eyes went wide. "I...I...I...I'm always h...h...here."

  "Good. Good. I prefer to have you involved." He stroked Peter's cheek, waiting for the wide-eyed look to fade. It did and Peter nuzzled into his touch, relaxing.

  "What implements do you like the most, Paul?"

  "Heavy, thudding ones, nothing that cuts -- I don't want to mess up my skin."

  "Oh, I'm good with those." He looked through the box, pulling out a thick leather strap with small studs in it. "Something like this?" He nodded at the paddle. "Or that."

  Paul whimpered, ass shifting on his thighs. "It depends. If there's no time? The paddle. If there's time? The other."

  "Mmmm... I do like the way you think at times, Paul." He leaned in and kissed Paul.

  "What else is in that box, Peter?"

  Peter leaned over and grabbed a hefty anal plug, heavy and wide, putting it in his hand.

  "Oh, now this looks like something too large to fit anywhere, doesn't it?" He winked. "You have a problem with plugs, Peter?"

  Peter grinned and shook his head, fingers motioning smaller.

  Bowie chuckled. "You're not a size queen?"

  Peter shook his head and Paul grinned. "Petey, love. You love being stretched, being filled. You took Bowie's hand."

  Peter turned dark red, face disappearing behind pink hair.

  "Paul's got a point. Of course my hand is more personal than this, warmer. Different, yes, Peter?"

  Peter nodded. "N...n...n...not to l...l...l...l...leave i...in."

  "Ah. Why not?"

  Peter frowned, eyes confused. "W...w...w...walking?"

  "You can walk with a plug in."

  Peter shook his head. "I...i...i...it would b...b...be s...so much."

  He nodded. "It would a lot. But you said so much, not too much... would you be willing to give it a try? With a much smaller plug, of course." He moaned softly at the thought of his Pretties, filled and waiting, ready for him.

  Paul nuzzled against him, slinky as a cat, watching Peter silently.

  Peter nodded slowly. "I...I...I'll t...try."

  "Oh, Peter! You are a treasure, aren't you?" He pulled Peter over to him and Paul, nuzzling the sweet boy. Peter cuddled close, stretching for his kisses, Paul's hand sliding over Peter's belly.

  "Would you want to try that now, Peter?" he asked, pushing just a little.

  Peter swallowed hard and cuddled close. "W...we'll st...st...stay here. T...t...together?"

  Paul kept petting his twin, watching, loving.

  "Of course, together. It wouldn't be any fun if I didn't get to watch both of you squirming as you sat." He grinned. "We'll let Paul take the big one."

  Paul blinked, gave him an eye roll and a wink. "You're always picking on me."

  He chuckled. "Oh, Paul, I haven't yet begun to pick on you."

  "When are you going to start picking on Peter?" Paul nuzzled up towards his ear, whispering. "Be careful, yeah? 'S been a long time for anything that large."

  "When he starts getting mouthy and pushy, I'll start picking on him." He licked at Paul's neck and whispered back. "Would you prefer my cock to stretch you first?"

  Paul shuddered hard, entire body shaking. "Please..."

  He moaned. "Peter? Get the lube." Then he brought their mouths together, kissing Paul hard.

  Paul gasped and then met his kiss full-on, hands sliding into his hair. He growled into the kiss, grabbing at Paul's ass, fingers sliding over the silk robe. Paul pushed into his hands, rocking, begging for it. He rolled Paul onto the floor, following, pressing down into Paul's warm body.

  One of Peter's hands slid over his shoulder, handing the lube over. He pushed it back into Peter's hands and then rolled them again so he was on the bottom. "You get him ready for me." Peter's eyes went wide, then hot, Peter's hand sliding down Paul's back.

  He went back to kissing Paul, helping Peter pull off the blue robe.

  When Paul was naked, Peter knelt behind, slicking his fingers, humming softly. When
Peter pushed deep, Paul groaned, arching into him, eyes dark and needy. He moaned into Paul's mouth, cock hard and leaking at the thought of taking Paul and then plugging him, leaving a part of himself inside Paul.

  Then he would do the same thing with Peter.

  Paul undulated, pushing down against him, riding Peter's fingers. "Oh...oh, Petey... So good."

  "How many are you using?" Bowie asked, sliding his hand down to touch, to feel where Peter's fingers disappeared into Paul's body.

  "T...t...t...two." Peter's fingers were pushed deep, stroking inside Paul.

  "Mmm... add a third, Pretty."

  Peter's hand shifted, then pushed in again, Paul's cry low and needy.

  "Stretch him well, Peter, I'm not small." He grinned and winked.

  Peter looked over at him, eyes hot, the image of seduction. "I...I...I...I know."

  His cock twitched hard against Paul's belly. "Hurry," he growled.

  Peter's slick, hot fingers wrapped around his prick, slicking him, then Peter backed away. "H...he's r...r...ready."

  Paul nodded, hips shifting.

  He rolled them again, kneeling between Paul's spread legs. He took Paul's feet, hooked them over his shoulders and then started to push in, eyes on Paul's.

  "Yes..." Paul arched, dye and paint and glitter and need making him seem otherworldly.

  Bowie pushed all the way in, watching as he started to fuck Paul. They were different, his Pets. Where Peter was all yielding passion, body begging to take more, deeper; Paul was all heat, hips constantly moving, pulling off his cock and slamming back on with a furious pace.

  He kept pushing harder and harder and then wrapped his hand around Paul's cock, urging Paul toward the edge.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh. Bowie!" Paul's cries echoed, slim body jerking, ass squeezing him tight.

  "Yeah, that's it, Paul. Wanna feel how good it is. Wanna feel you on my cock."

  "Yes." The word was almost a scream, Paul going stiff and so tight as seed sprayed over his fingers.

  He let Paul's orgasm pull him over and with a cry of his own, he filled Paul with his heat.

  Peter's hand brushed over Paul's face, free hand working his own full prick.

  "Wait for me," he warned Peter. He nodded toward the large plug Peter had pulled out of the box. "Lube that up."

  He kissed Paul, staying buried deep as he waited for the plug.

  Paul hummed into his kiss, relaxed and sensual, eyes dancing. "We should do this every morning before arguing, Bowie."

  He chuckled. "It's not a half bad idea, Paul."

  Paul winked and Peter handed him the plug, slick and heavy. "Thank you, Peter."

  He tilted Paul's hips up further and carefully pulled out, pushing the plug home before any of his seed could slide from Paul's body. Paul stretched, body flushing dark, spent cock jerking.

  He purred. "Enjoying yourself, Paul?"

  "Full..." Paul licked his lips, blinking slow.

  "Yes, I imagine you are." He pressed a kiss on Paul, fingers jostling the plug, making sure it was well seated.

  "Bowie..." Paul jerked away, moaning low.

  Peter was watching with huge eyes, cock swollen.

  "Just making sure it wasn’t going to fall out." He winked, gave Paul another kiss and then turned his attention to Peter.

  "Well, Peter. You're up. Chose the plug you think you'll be comfortable with."

  Peter blinked and looked over at Paul for help.

  Bowie shook his head. "Paul isn't you, Peter. You didn't want the big one. I assume there are others in the box. If not, I have a collection I can get, but the choice is yours to make. Small or large, thick or thin, long or short. The choice is yours and you must make it."

  Peter almost pouted. Almost, but Paul reached out and slid one hand around Peter's cock. "Relax, Petey. You want to play, I can see it."

  Then Peter whimpered softly and started looking through the box.

  Bowie wrapped a hand around his own prick and pumped, bringing it back to life, making himself hard again. It wasn't very difficult -- his two Pretties were very sexy.

  Peter came back with a medium-sized plug made of warm, flexible material and placed it in his hands.

  He brought Peter's mouth down to his own, giving Peter a teasing kiss. "Thank you, Peter. Now let's make love."

  Peter scooted into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. "Y...y...yes."

  He brought their lips together again, arms wrapping around Peter, hands settling on his pretty Pet's lap. Peter relaxed into the kiss, humming, cock hot against his belly. Where Paul's kisses were hard and needy, Peter's were slow and deep and full of a heavy, sensuous want. Both were hot, both turned him on, but Peter's made him linger. Another time he and Peter would make love and come just from kissing.

  But not today.

  Peter cuddled into him, fingers combing through his hair, petting him. Moaning, he brought one of his hands around to play with the rings in Peter's nipples. Peter gasped and shivered, Paul's chuckle warm and fond.

  He smiled over at Paul. "Do you want to get Peter ready for me?"

  Paul grinned back, nodded, reaching carefully for the lube. "Still say we should get Peter pierced like me so we match from behind."

  His moan was more of a growl, his cock jerking hard against Peter's skin. He could get behind that idea.

  "It would be pretty, Peter. Two little rings and bent over, Bowie couldn't tell us apart."

  Peter bowed as Paul's fingers pushed in, shaking his head. "H...h...he could t...t...tell."

  He chuckled. "Peter's right. I can already tell you apart in the dark, by touch, by taste, by sound, by smell. Stretch him well, Paul, I'm not small." He winked and went back to kissing Peter.

  Peter moaned for him, the ring in the tip of that stiff prick tickling as it slid, Peter riding Paul's fingers, shivering in his arms. Bowie was needy again, wanting just as badly as he had with Paul, and he'd just come. These two inspired him.

  He deepened the kiss, hands roaming over Peter's warm skin.

  Paul's hand slid around his prick, slick and smooth, pumping him steadily.

  He growled, pulling away from the kiss with a gasp. "He ready for me, Paul?"

  "Mmmm... yes. Yes, he's all slick and spread."

  Peter blushed dark, head ducking. He hummed, nuzzling Peter as he pulled his pretty Pet closer, tilting the thin hips so he was pressing against Peter's ass. Paul's hands were there, helping, lining them up so the tip of his prick teased Peter's hole.

  "Take me in, Peter."

  Peter moaned, sank down on him with one sweet, luxurious motion.

  Groaning as a ripple of pleasure moved through his spine, he wrapped his arms around Peter. "Ready?" he asked.

  Peter nodded, lapping at his lips. He fed Peter a moan and started to move, arms helping Peter rise up and come back down onto his cock.

  "Mmm..." Peter moved with him, slow and languorous, eyes dark and hot.

  He shivered, pleasure tickling along his nerves. In complete contrast to his brother, Peter flowed over him, around him, riding him slowly and easily. He worked his hips, pushing into Peter, making it good for both of them as he purred.

  Peter's face cuddled against his shoulder, lips brushing his skin. "Bowie..."

  "Yes, love?"

  "Feels s...so good. So good. L...love you."

  "Yes. Yes, it does." He nuzzled Peter's neck and then went in for another kiss, whispering his own I love you on Peter's lips. Peter moaned, smiling at him, eyes shining.

  He brought one of his hands around again, sliding his fingers against Peter's nipple piercings before wrapping his hand around Peter's hard cock.

  Paul leaned against Peter's back, fingers replacing his on those hard nipples. "You're so pretty together. So fine."

  "You two make fine accessories..."

  Paul chuckled. "Accessories to what?"

  "Me," he growled, having to work hard to say the words around the pleasure. "Make me... look good."

  Two laugh
s answered him, one happy, one husky.

  He moaned, shifting Peter so he nailed that sweet gland every time Peter came down on him. Peter cried out, head falling back, shaking hard. He moved Peter faster, hips working hard, hand stroking Peter's cock. A dark flush covered Peter's body and he screamed, jerking and sprayed seed between them.