He slipped into the water with them, hands sliding on their skin, the oil making them slick and smooth. Paul leaned back, uncharacteristically quiet and still, his fiery lover's passion banked. He kissed them each and then slowly made his way down their bodies, leaving kisses, touching, loving them. Peter moaned, Paul shivered, moving for him, shifting.
Bowie shifted them as he got to their groins, pushing them together and beginning to lick the tips of their pricks.
Paul moaned, pressing up, body rippling. "Scared I was going to lose this. Promised I'd be good forever if I could come home again."
"You don't have to be good forever, Paul," he murmured, lips traveling slowly along hot flesh. "You just have to try."
"Y...you don't h...have to be anything, P...paulie. J...just ours."
"That's right. You tell him, Peter. Tell him how much we need him. Just as he is."
He squeezed the heads of their cocks together and sucked them into his mouth.
"Oh!" Peter jerked, moaning low. "P...p...paulie! N...need you. N...n...need you a...a...always. N...n...need you t...to not h...hide."
Paul groaned, the sound almost a sob.
He hummed around their cocks, let them slip away for a moment. "My beautiful boys. Mine. Each other's and mine. Always." Then he returned to sucking, licking the two heads inside his mouth, marveling at the way they felt the same, but tasted different, Peter's ring adding the taste of metal to his mouth and letting him know which cock was whose.
He could feel the heat, the tension, could hear Peter's soft words, Paul's moans and cries. He went down on their cocks, could feel them stretching his mouth wide. The ring bumped the back of his throat again and again as his head bobbed.
"Bowie. Bowie. Love." Paul's voice was husky, low, fingers soft on his cheek.
He nuzzled into Paul's hand for a moment and then continued blowing them, pulling more and more of their sweet flavor out of them. He felt when Paul stopped thinking, stopped doing anything but feeling as his Pet's thrusts sped, no longer matching Peter's, but accompanying it, adding to it. He encouraged their movements, wanting their pleasure in his belly. Peter shot first, body rippling, then Paul came, pushing hard and deep, crying out his name. He swallowed them both down, licked them clean and reluctantly let them slide from his mouth.
Peter floated, boneless, and Paul pushed into his arms, taking a hard, deep kiss. He wrapped his hands around Paul's ass, pulling his pretty Pet closer as he kissed Paul back, giving as good as he was getting.
Paul scooted closer, shifting until his cock was nudging that tight hole, Paul bearing down to take him in. Groaning, he pushed, letting Paul's body swallow him up. Such tight heat. So good.
"Yours." Not even the water separated them.
He nodded, looking intently into Paul's eyes. "Mine, Paul. For always."
Then he brought their lips together again, kissing hard as he began to thrust. Paul moved on him, a little stiff from injury, the cast rubbing his shoulder -- still hurt, but not hiding, just his.
"Carefully," he murmured, as much to himself as to Paul. It would be so easy to forget and just lean Paul back over the edge of the tub and take him hard.
Paul muttered and shook his head, moving faster, panting against his lips. He wrapped one arm around Paul's shoulders, the other holding onto his Pet's hip on the uninjured side as he guided Paul's movements.
Paul relaxed into the touches, ceding control, but matching his passion. "Yours... Oh, Bowie..."
He purred softly, filling Paul's mouth with his sounds and his heat, moving them together with slow, solid movements.
Peter slid over, hand moving to circle Paul's cock, working the hard flesh gently. "O...ours." Yes, Peter was right. Theirs as well as his.
He moved them a little faster, shifting just enough to nudge Paul's gland over and over again.
"Oh!" Paul jerked, breath coming faster, panting from his pretty Pet. "Bowie. Bowie. Petey. Love. Please. I..."
"Come for me, pretty Pet. Let me feel you -- come on my cock."
Paul cried out, arching as his cock was clenched, squeezed.
"Paul!" Growling, he thrust up once more and let himself go, let his spunk fill Paul's ass, pleasure making him shiver.
Peter took Paul's weight, kept the cast from the water as their lover relaxed, eyes closed. He kissed them both softly and ran a little more hot into the water. He stretched back against the tub, holding his arms open to them.
Peter arranged Paul against him, then joined them, Paul already sleeping, worn out. "H...he's t...tired."
"Yes, healing takes a lot out of a body. He'll be fine. We'll take care of him."
Peter nodded, offering him a long, slow kiss. "W...we will."
He nodded and took another kiss.
He was a very lucky man. Perhaps mostly so because his boys tended to freak out one at a time.
Chapter Twelve
They'd been dying their hair and dying their skin and playing catch when the glass jar went flying across the room, shattering, filling the shop with the scent of sicky-sweet flowers, which was sort of ew, but the crash was cool and had him and Peter laughing madly.
He had shaved Peter's pubes, then they'd dyed each other icy blue. He'd hacked at his hair and dyed it silver, while Peter's was a shocking red. They looked amazing. Amazing enough that they'd closed early and fucked like bunnies and now were playing and waiting for Bowie.
Mostly playing.
"What if we threw the ink at the wall, Petey? It's like art."
"I see my boys are playing today." Bowie came in, mouth dropping open as he saw them. "Well, look at you."
Paul bounced, spinning him and Petey around and around to show. "Aren't we stunning?"
"Oh, look at all that blue skin... Come here, I want to see if you feel as cool as you look." Bowie was growling, eyes hot, pants tenting impressively.
Peter chuckled, bouncing into Bowie's arms. "N...n...now you c...can't m...make his b...b...butt red."
Bowie laughed. "No, but think of how pretty a purple it would go..." Bowie kissed Peter, rubbing against his twin.
He chuckled, pushing in for his own share of kisses, pinching Peter's butt as he did. Bowie caught him at it, slapping his ass hard as their mouths met. His cry pushed into Bowie's lips, cock jerking. Oh. Oh, it was the night of their days off. It was time to play.
Bowie made a soft sound. "Which one of you is going to suck me off?"
"Me!"
"M...m...me!"
He stuck his tongue out at Peter, waggling it. "I called first!"
"N...no f...f...fair!"
"Oh, I think there's enough of me for two mouths, even if one of them's as big as yours is, Paul." Bowie put a hand on each of their shoulders, pushing down.
"You're always so mean to me." He grinned, licking and lapping as he bent, Peter's laugh warm and happy.
Bowie chuckled, the sound husky, needy. "Are you saying you don't have a big mouth?"
"Of course! I am... not mouthy." He smiled at Peter, then dropped his mouth over the tip of Bowie's cock.
Bowie didn't answer, just held his head and encouraged him to go down on the thick heat. Peter's tongue licked his lips, the base of Bowie's cock, Bowie's heavy balls. Bowie growled and groaned, the hand on his head guiding him, keeping him moving.
He took Bowie in deep, head bobbing, throat swallowing around the wide head. Bowie's growls got louder, the trim hips starting to move. He purred, Peter's hands sliding over his back.
"My beautiful boys. Make me need. Make me want to do things. Perverse things." Bowie's words were low, sexy, promises.
He sucked harder, Bowie's words exciting him.
"Yes, take care of me, boys and then I'll take care of you. Hmm... that sweet little ass of yours, Paul, begging for my touch."
Oh. Oh, yes. His hips began rocking, little cries vibrating Bowie's cock.
"That's it." Bowie pushed deeper, moaning. Faster, harder, their lover rocked in his mouth.
Bowie shou
ted, cock throbbing in his mouth, seed splashing down his throat. Peter pressed up, sharing Bowie's flavor with him, their bodies rubbing together.
Bowie hummed softly for a moment and then pulled them apart. "Mine."
They blinked up at Bowie in unison, licking their lips.
"Oh, so pretty. Who wants to perform first?"
Peter rubbed against him. "P...p...perform?"
"Perform. Or get spanked, fisted, fucked with a dildo, tied up and left to writhe with need as I fuck the other. I'm easy." Bowie grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Peter gasped, eyes wide, and he started giggling, tickled.
"Oh you're volunteering, are you, Paul?"
Bowie grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him over to the couch, curling his twin in the solid arms.
He looked over, tilting his head. "Can I come over, too?"
"You're supposed to perform for us, Paul -- if you need to come closer..."
He tilted his head, trying to figure out how he ended up alone and Petey ended up doing the right thing again. One day he'd get it. He would.
He shook his head. "I'm cool here. What do you want me to do?"
"Dance for me, pretty Pet. Make me want you." Bowie chuckled. "More than I already do, I mean."
He smiled over, then went to turn on the music, find something throbbing and low, ass swaying. Bowie purred, hand stroking Peter's arm as they watched. He powered the lights down, made the room dim, shadowed, and started swaying, dancing slowly.
He'd danced for a few minutes when Bowie whispered into Peter's ear, gave his twin a kiss and a slap on the ass as Peter got up to join him. He opened his arms and Peter came to him, snuggled close and rubbed against him, their lips sliding together.
"Pretties..." Bowie spread his arms across the back of the couch, watching them intently.
Paul tangled his fingers in Petey's hair, tongue sliding deep, tasting that sweet mouth. Peter was hard, rubbing against him, arms sliding around his waist.
"Yes, sweet boys, pleasure each other, let me see your joy."
He chuckled into Peter's mouth. So distractible, their Bowie. They licked and rubbed, need getting stronger.
"When you're done I'm going to plug you both. Tie you up and let Peter watch me beat you, Paul."
Peter moaned, hands gripping his ass, pulling them together. "P...p...please, Pauly. N...need."
Bowie's purr slid below the music, caressed his skin.
He nodded, pushing Peter against the wall, thrusting. "Yeah. Peter. Need."
A tube of slick was pushed into his hand, Bowie's touch fleeting and warm along his back.
"Oh... Gonna fuck you, Petey. 'Kay?"
Peter turned, ass pushing back into him, rubbing, asking for it. He slicked two fingers up, pushing them deep, leaning close to whisper. "Oh, love you, Petey. Love you."
"Show me, Pretties. Show me your love. Your need." Bowie's voice was a touch, a caress and they both moaned as Paul’s cock replaced his fingers. "Yes," murmured Bowie, his sounds filling the air.
He stretched Peter out in front of him, hips rocking, sliding in and out of perfect heat.
"Tell me how it feels, Peter," Bowie said, hands sliding over him, over Peter, fingers digging in.
"I...I...I... H...hot. Hot. D...d...deep. My P...pauly."
He nodded, gasping, pushing hard. "Yours, Peter. Always."
"My boys. So beautiful. Such pretty Pets." Bowie's voice was a low growl, the firm touches still coming, keeping all three of them together.
"Yeah. Yeah, yours." He squeezed Peter's fingers, whimpering low. "Soon..."
"Come, my Pretties, come for me."
Peter clenched tight around him, milking his cock, making him gasp and arch, making him come. Bowie's purrs and those sure, solid hand stroking his back brought him down. He relaxed against Peter, moaning softly, aftershocks rocking him.
"Excellent." Bowie smacked his ass. "My turn for a little fun."
He hummed, wiggled, nuzzled Peter's neck, making his twin giggle.
Bowie disappeared and came back a moment later with a basket. "I'd like you both to lean over the sofa, asses high."
He slid out of Peter, both of them moaning and shivering. Moving slowly, they managed to lean over the couch in unison, sharing a long, deep kiss.
Bowie's groan was low, deep. "Every moment I fall more deeply in love with you both."
Peter's eyes were shining, happy, and he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yours, Bowie. We're yours."
"Yes. My beautiful boys." Bowie's hand slid over his ass, then moved down and teased his guiche.
He shivered, wiggled a little, feeling the tugs in the pit of his belly. Bowie kept tugging, fingers sliding forward to tease his balls, and then a hard plug slid into his body. Paul moaned, back arching, sensation filling him. Beside him Peter was moaning, eyes rolling.
"So pretty, Petey. So fine."
"You both are. You may sit, Paul, while I tie your brother."
Bowie place Peter on the carpet, wrapping a red rope around his twin, beginning with Peter's feet and working his way up. Paul rocked, watching them, cock slowly filling. The rope circled Peter's ice-blue body, wrapping around his twin's cock, crossing Peter's belly. Oh. Oh, Peter looked so fine, so relaxed and wanton. He started pumping his cock back to hardness.
"Be careful with that," growled Bowie. "It's mine."
"Oh..." He spread, lips parting. "Yours?"
"That's right, Paul. Mine."
Bowie finished tying up Peter and bent to kiss him. A pillow was placed beneath Peter's head. "Watch and enjoy, Pretty."
"L...l...love you, B...b...b...b..." Peter took a deep breath, grinned. "Bowie!"
Bowie beamed. "I love you, Peter."
Then those green eyes were turned on him.
He shifted, shivered, caught by those pretty eyes. "Bowie."
"Paul." Bowie sat next to him. "Assume the position, Pretty. Cock between my legs."
He moaned, bit his bottom lip, moving to drape himself over Bowie's thighs, heart pounding. Bowie’s hand slid over his ass, fingers jostling the plug now and then.
Paul stretched, cock rubbing, ass wiggling. "Love you, Bowie."
"Love you, Pet." With that Bowie's hand came down on his ass.
"Oh!" He groaned, thighs parting a little, the familiar burn flooding his ass.
"Such a perfect ass." The next slap hit him straight on his crease, the plug jostling hard. The words sent a thrill through him, a long whimper escaping.
"Are you watching, Peter? Watching me spank your twin? He loves it, you know. The harder I hit, the harder his cock gets. It's sliding between my legs, leaving a wet trail now. He's so hard." Bowie's words were interspersed with spanks, hand coming down in different spots, Bowie varying the strength of them.
"H...h...he's glowing." Peter's words were rough, wanton, but he barely heard them, his focus on that hand and the fire it fanned inside him.
"You hear that, Paul? Peter is watching you glow. Your twin is getting off on watching me do this to you." Bowie's voice was low now, almost pure growl, that hand coming down harder and harder, most hits nudging the plug inside him.
"Would you like to come, my beautiful, pet?"
"Yes. Yes, please. Bowie. Bowie, love." The room was spinning, his heart pounding.
"Then come." Bowie's hand landed so that the plug shoved in hard, hitting his gland.
"Bowie!" He jerked, hips rocking hard as he sawed his cock between Bowie's thighs, screaming his pleasure.
Bowie purred, hand sliding over his ass. "Beautiful. Isn't he beautiful, Peter?" He heard Peter's agreement from a distance, heart pounding in his ears.
The plug was pulled from his body, Bowie shifting him to lie cuddled in the warm lap. Bowie's lips closed over his in a deep kiss that did nothing to dispel his dizziness. "I love you, Paul."
"Oh. Oh, love you." He hummed, snuggling close, world just spinning.
When the world began to slow he found himself being wrapped in
red rope to match Peter's. Bowie laid him on the ground facing his twin, close enough their skin was touching, close enough they could kiss without moving their heads.
A light blanket was placed over them.
"Quiet now, my Pretties. Enjoy yourselves, each other, but gently, softly. In a few hours we will continue."
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