He moaned softly, Peter's tongue sliding out to taste him. "Yes, Bowie. Love you."
Bowie himself settled close by, naked, legs cross, wrists resting on his knees. "I love you both," Bowie murmured before he began to breathe slowly in and out.
Oh, saints and fishes, he was happy.
At peace.
Home.
***
Peter hummed, sliding against Paul, ropes tight and sweet against his skin. His twin looked so happy, so at peace, dozing and snuggling, looking almost young, pure -- a look only Bowie could put on the familiar face
He looked over to Bowie, offering their lover, their center, a warm smile. "Love you."
Bowie smiled back, green eyes full of love. "Are you at peace, Pet?"
"Y...y...yes." He instinctively reached out for Bowie, blushing when the ropes stopped him.
Bowie chuckled, reaching out to slide a hand through his hair and then over Paul's shorn head. "Time to wake and play some more."
Paul's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile appearing. "Love..." Peter chuckled, leaned forward to rub their noses together.
Bowie growled. "I want to fuck my boys."
They slid together, soft little cries answering Bowie as they nodded.
"Peter first -- you were so patient, waiting while I spanked Paul."
"P...p...paulie looked s...so fine." He smiled at Paul's blush, snuggling closer. "Y...you're t...too far away, B...bowie."
Bowie chuckled and then curled up behind him, pushing him against Paul. Their lover nibbled at his neck, breath and tongue hot on his skin, teeth sharp, grazing.
"Oh." He arched, fighting the ropes, fighting to touch.
"I'll let you out after, hmm? You can suck Paul off when I fuck him." Bowie's hands traced the ropes, warming his skin, moving them slightly and making his skin burn.
He nodded, hips pushing out, trying to rub against Bowie's cock.
"Mmmm, my eager, eager boy." Bowie's fingers slid to his ass, pushed against the plug inside him.
"O...oh." He gasped, sensation shooting up his spine.
Bowie's hands and mouth moved over him, sending him higher and higher.
"N...need. P...p...paulie. B...bowie. N...need."
"Kiss him, Paul, fuck him with your tongue." Bowie's fingers were back at the plug, teasing, twisting it inside him.
Paul nodded, lips covering his, fucking his mouth with deep, hungry motions. Bowie’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping as the plug was pulled away. He rocked, caught between his lover and his twin, soaring, moaning into it. Bowie's thick cock nudged against his ass, the solid fingers moving to spread his ass wide apart. He loved that burn, the stretch, the promise of Bowie deep inside him, fucking him -- more than he thought he could.
"Perfect." Bowie's word slid across his skin as that hot prick pushed into his ass.
He arched, and Paul pushed back against him, pressing him back against Bowie, onto Bowie. Bowie didn't give him time to catch his breath, to get used to the thick heat inside him. No, Bowie just fucked him with hard, even strokes, cock sliding past his gland again and again. He writhed, working against the ropes, against Paul, against Bowie. Needing.
That big hand was back on his cock, pumping as Bowie thrust into him. It felt huge, the sensations inside him, the ropes, the touches, the kisses, the cock spreading him wide. Bowie's fingers did something with the ropes holding his cock and suddenly he was free, the sensations that much stronger.
His eyes flew open, rolling wildly as he threw his head back. "Bowie!"
"Come when you need to, My Pretty. Show us your pleasure."
Another few thrusts rocked him and then Paul nipped his bottom lip, making him ache, sending him flying. Bowie kept thrusting, hand moving on him, making him shiver and shake, keeping the aftershocks rippling through him. He slowly relaxed, moaning, melting around Bowie's cock.
Bowie slowed and then pulled away, hands sliding over him and removing the ropes.
"'s g...g...g...good." He whimpered as he stretched, muscles working.
Bowie's hands massaged him, sliding over his skin, easing him. He turned, lifting his face for a kiss, dissolving beneath those hands. Bowie's mouth opened over his, his lover kissing him thoroughly.
As their lips parted, Bowie licked at them. "Help me with Paul's ropes and then we'll make him fly together."
"H...he f...flew with you b...b...before." He winked, smiling up, happy and teasing.
Bowie winked back. "So you're saying he should be fine without getting fucked."
"Petey!" Paul's cry was low, made him grin.
"I...I...I'm saying y...you can p...p...play with him n...now."
"Oh, good, because I haven't come yet, and I very much want to." Bowie rubbed their noses together, chuckling.
Paul's chuckle brushed against his hip, then a sharp bite stung him, made him jump, wiggle. "M...m...marked me!"
Bowie made a noise, and popped Paul's butt. "My job."
Paul laughed and wriggled, butt still purple, still showing Bowie's handprints. "You sure, Bowie love?"
"Oh yes, I am very sure." Bowie growled and little and then hauled Paul up. "I'll show you."
His twin's head was put in his lap and Bowie bent, mouth closing over Paul's hip in roughly the same spot where Paul had bitten him. Paul cried out, the moan high and needy, ecstatic, his twin riding the pain, the sting, loving it. Peter watched, amazed, as always, at the things Paul needed, the things Bowie needed to give. Bowie backed off from Paul's hip and then bit again, this time just beneath Paul's left nipple.
"Bowie!" Paul was hard, cock dark and wet-tipped, struggling in the ropes. "Yes. Yours. More, please."
"I won't leave you wanting," Bowie promised, moving to make another lurid mark on Paul's neck.
"Mmm... Bowie. Love." Paul whimpered, looking almost magical as he undulated.
"O...oh. B...b...bowie. Pretty."
Green eyes looked up at him, full of heat, full of knowing. Bowie's mouth continued to move on Paul, biting here, sucking there, leaving behind a dark mark each time. The ropes around Paul's legs were pulled away, Bowie splitting Paul's legs to leave a mark on the inside of one pale thigh. Peter smiled, moaning as Paul spread wide, hips rocking the plug inside, Paul's eyes rolling. The back of Paul's knee was marked, his calf on the other leg, both feet, one at the ankle, the other on the sole.
Paul sobbed, no tears, just gasps of pure pleasure, utter need. Bowie pushed Paul's legs up over his shoulders and then, in a single motion, pulled out the plug and replaced it with that thick cock. Little words and pleas and promise poured out of Paul, his twin forgetting to be defensive or bratty or anything but horny and happy and in love.
Bowie started moving, fucking Paul with abandon, that thick cock disappearing into his twin's body over and over again. Peter moved over, touching them both, stealing kisses. Bowie's kisses were focused, hard like his thrusts into Paul. Peter slid one hand down, touching where they were joined, fingers sliding on Bowie's shaft. Bowie’s lips captured his mouth again, tongue fucking his mouth in time with the thrusts into Paul.
"Please Bowie. Gonna come. Gonna," Paul said, and Peter smiled into Bowie's eyes, the need in Paul's voice addictive.
"Should I let him come, Peter?" Bowie asked.
"I...I...I... I love when h...he needs." He wasn't sure what that meant, what that said.
Bowie purred, giving him a warm smile, those eyes looking at him, so hot. "No coming yet, Paul. Not yet." Then Bowie shifted, moving faster, harder. Paul keened, head lifting up, mouth open, panting. Bowie moaned low and shuddered, pushing in hard one more time and stopping. Paul's eyes rolled, entire body shuddering, shaking, sweat pouring off him.
He was beautiful.
Purring, Bowie pulled out, petting Paul, massaging Paul's legs as he lowered them to the floor. "Tell me what you're thinking, Peter."
He blinked, looked up, surprised. "T...th...that h...he's b....b....b...b....b...b..."
Bowie's hands slid over Peter,
following the remaining ropes, stroking the hard, weeping cock, as Bowie waited patiently for him to say the words.
He slammed his hand down, the sudden jolt pushing the word from him. "Beautiful! H...e's beaut...tiful."
Bowie took his hand and kissed it, lips warm and soft against his skin. "Yes, he is. You both are." Bowie's tongue teased his palm. "Are you going to let him come, Peter?"
"M...me?" He moaned, hand petting Paul's belly, eyes on Bowie's.
Bowie nodded. "Just say the word and I'll undo the rope that binds his cock to my will. To your will tonight."
He shivered, excited and unsure and worried all at once. He bent down, lapping at the tip of Paul's cock, tasting the need there. Paul jerked, twisting, sobbing.
One of Bowie’s hands slid along his back. "Look how he writhes for you."
"H...he n...n...needs." He took Paul's bound cock in deeper, the sharp scream lovely.
"Yes. And he does it with such style."
He lifted his head, blinking, curious. "St...st...style?"
Paul groaned. "Petey!"
Bowie chuckled, looking absolutely delighted. "He glows; he's beautiful in his need. He lets you know how much he does need -- making noises, writhing, begging."
"Gonna start threatening." Paul tried to wink.
"That's when you really start torturing him," Bowie murmured, smacking Paul's hip.
"You're being mean." Paul wasn't really bitching, more playing, begging, making him chuckle.
"This is where you tell him to be careful or you'll show him what mean really is." Bowie's voice was gentle, full of laughter and one hand slid up along Paul's leg, playing with the bound balls.
"B...b...be g...g...good, Pauly." He grinned, rubbing against Paul, having fun.
Bowie laughed and winked. "I'm going to be out of a job at this rate."
He looked up, gave Bowie a warm, honest smile. "N...no. N...n...need you."
Paul, who was rubbing against him desperately, focused only on release, nodded.
Bowie reached out and stroked his cheek. "I know, Pretty."
He nuzzled, so happy, so good. "L...let him come a...and w...w...we can have s...supper and a...a b...bath."
Bowie stroked Paul's belly. "You hear that, Pet? Peter says you can come."
The rope around Paul's cock loosened, Bowie's hand wrapping around his twin's prick and pumping.
"Oh!" Paul jerked up, spunk spraying, body moving wildly.
Bowie stroked Paul a few more times and then brought his hand to his mouth, licking Paul's come from it. Paul curled into a ball, panting, shivering. Peter petted, giving Bowie a worried look.
"Wrap around him, share your warmth, your love. Let him know how good he was, how proud of him you are." Bowie's voice was low, one hand sliding on Paul's leg.
He did, curling around his twin, touching and rocking and petting, moaning at the way Paul relaxed, eased, gentled for him.
Oh.
Oh, this must be why Bowie did this, this... trust.
"So beautiful together." Bowie's hands slid over him, over Paul.
Paul made a soft purring noise, cuddling him. Bowie lay down on the other side of Paul and wrapped strong arms around them both. "Now that is a good start to the weekend."
"Mmm... Yes. Yes, Bowie." Paul snuggled and nodded and he leaned over for a kiss.
"Y...yes."
Chapter Thirteen
Bowie had a few days off and he'd spent them on his own, in the pristine rooms next to the home he shared with the twins. He loved them dearly, loved playing with them, but he needed a bit of time to center, to rebuild his energies so he could keep up with their needs and desires.
He chuckled as he got dressed and headed next door to prepare a meal for them to share later. They were a handful, especially Paul, but he wouldn't trade them for anything. They challenged him, loved him, needed him, fulfilled him.
After three days of meditation, he was hungry. For food, yes, but also for them. For the sight of them, the sound and scent of them, the taste of them. And to feel their skin beneath his fingers. They would be unmarked, no bruises or handprints on them, no rope burns.
He growled softly, thinking perhaps today he would have Peter cuff Paul to the chains in the playroom and he would whip Paul and then fuck Peter where his twin could watch and wait for his own chance.
It was everything Bowie could do not to take himself in hand just from the thought of it.
He glanced at the clock. His Pets should be home soon, really should have been already. He turned the heat down on the quick stew he'd prepared, lidded it and removed his apron, wandering around the place in the nude.
His own personal whirlwinds came through the door in a rush of noise and color and... smoke?
Smoke?
Obviously no one was burning, because the noises were laughing and hooting and giggling and not screaming.
"Give me the thing!"
"N...no. J...j...jewel gave it t...to me."
"I'm not going to keep it. I just wanna see it."
"W...we need to sh...sh...show it..."
"To Bowie. Yeah, because cool, huh?"
"U...u...u...uh-huh."
Cautiously, but grinning, because they were obviously happy, Bowie went into the hall.
"Bowie!" The happy cries filled the air and he braced himself for the pouncing, arms suddenly filled with happy laughing twins, one all white, one dyed black as pitch.
He took a kiss from the white boy -- Peter -- and then one from his black boy -- Paul -- and hugged them tightly, so glad to have ended his self-imposed break.
"Oh, I've missed you my Pretties."
"We've missed you."
"Y...yes. B...but we've b...been good."
"Very good. Deliciously good."
"Oh, then you must deserve a reward!" Such lovely, beautiful boys and being so good. According to them, at any rate.
Peter nodded, eyes... well, honestly, sort of terrifying with the empty white contacts, somehow more scary that Paul's black. It wasn’t as bad as the first time they’d tried the colors, but it still wasn’t his favorite version of his lovers.
"Jewel gave Petey a present, Bowie. A box and these cubes and you put them in and press the button and smoke comes out."
Peter nodded. "Th...there's sleepy sm...smoke. A...a...and wake up sm...sm...sm...smoke."
Paul bounced. "There's all kinds of cubes to play with."
Bowie frowned. "It sounds like an incense burner, but if the smoke is mind-altering it's not something that's allowed in the club, Pets."
He would have to speak with Kytan. Or Rivan. He never could remember which boy belonged to which brother, but he definitely remembered Jewel was the one who came off the street; there was a harder edge to him than to Hinton.
He got twin pouts -- the expressions exactly the same and utterly adorable.
Oh, they were hard to resist. "I tell you what. We'll give the device to Malachi and ask him to determine whether or not it is illegal to have such a device here at the club. Perhaps some of the cubes are harmless and can be used."
And perhaps if it wasn't, something similar could be constructed by Mouse...
Peter looked at Paul who thought, then nodded. "Not worth losing Bowie and the shop, Petey. It's just a toy, huh?" Well, well, sensibility from his hot-headed boy.
They handed over the device and the box of cubes and he put them in the cupboard to deal with later. "If we can't keep it, we'll find something similar to replace it, all right?"
He got two nods and then he was pounced again, their lips pressing against his own. He opened his mouth wide, taking their tongues in, fingers sliding along their spines. When the kisses ended he grinned. "I think such excellent behavior deserves a reward, don't you?"
His boys laughed, nodded, both of them nearly vibrating, desire and excitement pouring from them. He wrapped an arm around each of them, leading them to the playroom. "Has Paul been very, very good, Peter?"
Peter nodded, reaching o
ut to pet his twin, fingers stark against the dark belly. "V...very."
"Excellent." He leaned in and whispered into Peter's ear. "I'm going to whip him, but not push him hard enough to safeword. Is that all right with you, Peter?"
"W...will y...you l...l...l...love on him a...after?" Such a sweet boy, so loving.
"Of course, Peter." He slid his hand along the alabaster cheek. "And on you."
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