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Staring out at the people walking along the street, Nathaniel raises his teacup back to his lips. The cafe is a tad overcrowded for lunch, filled with noisy university students talking over one another. While he dislikes the ‘lively’ atmosphere, he enjoys relaxing here, alone at the window counter, all the same. Nathaniel doesn't have another class today, yet he isn’t eager to go home either– and not just because he knows he'll get dragged into a meeting. His mother, bless her heart, seems to have hit that age where she's become utterly confused. Spouting things about seeing ghosts, or claiming that the dead are rising. It's all nonsense, but the part that gets under his skin is her starting to use that name for him again. Rubbing his forehead, he wonders if he should hire a caretaker for her so he won't have to bother.
The creak of a bar stool causes Nathaniel to glance at the person sitting down next to him. Their torn jeans and patchwork of a hoodie stand out among the affluent undergraduates, leaning on the counter so their elbows threaten to invade his personal space. Nathaniel holds back a scowl, wondering why they choose to sit here over any other free seat. He continues to drink his tea in silence, hoping to ignore them, yet his thoughts keep drifting back to them. From the corner of his eye, he looks at the person again. Their hood has some kind of animal ears hastily sewn on, the stitches plain to see, with long strands of silvery escaping through the holes. Their bangs curl wildly around the edge of the hood, hiding most of their face from his view. Nathaniel quickly looks forward again when they start to turn, despite wanting to see their face. It’s rude, and utterly pointless, but his curiosity eats at him in a way he can’t explain.
Their eyes bore into him, unashamed in their obvious staring. From his peripheral, Nathaniel can see them lift their hand and reach out towards him. They almost touch him before he finally turns to them to swat their hand away first, but freezes halfway. His eyes widen as he meets their crystal blue eyes, identical to his own, even having thick white lashes that he’d only ever seen in the mirror. In fact, every inch of their face was the same as his… His old face. It’s like looking at a photograph from his teens, dragging up memories from those years. The despair when his grandmother would pinch his cheeks, still round with baby fat, and coo over how much he looked like his mother. The excitement when his father died, and the lawyer informed Nathaniel he was inheriting not only the family business, but also control of all their wealth. The superiority when he used his wit to prevent his father’s associates from taking that control away again. The euphoria when he was able to pay his way through the ridiculous hoops to get on HRT and watch his face change over the last couple of years.
“Who are you?” Nathaniel asks, trying to force his face back to a neutral expression in spite of his surprise.
“I’m Itha,” they say in a quiet voice, lowering their hand. While their tone was almost withdrawn, their eyes held an intensity and never wavered from staring into his own. After taking a moment to consider his words, Itha continues, “And you’re my twin brother.”
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Nathaniel drops his keys onto the table in the foyer, sighing at finally being home. Kicking off his shoes, he places them on the rack and eyes the boots falling over themselves in front of it. He rolls his eyes and takes a moment to straighten them next to the shoe rack before locking the door. Nathaniel shrugs his shoulder bag off as he heads towards his bedroom, opening the door as quietly as he can. It’s rather late at this point, and he doesn’t want to wake the one person waiting for him. Moonlight shines through the large window that spans the entire outer wall, giving a grand view of the city below the condo. Though it’s seeing his brother curled up on his bed, with a thin blanket pulled up to his waist, that brings a smile to his face.
Setting his bag down on his dresser, Nathaniel strips down to his underwear. It’s far too hot of a night to bother with pajamas. He isn’t sure how Itha can still wear a hoodie, especially for one that’s shown to be fond of colder weather. Smirking, he doesn’t miss the fact that his twin is wearing one of his hoodies, dark red that stands out against how pale the two of them are. It’s almost unbelievable how easily they fell together, as if they weren’t strangers just six months ago. Nathaniel had assumed it would take longer to get used to, but instead of being awkward, he felt pride in coming home to his brother. It didn’t matter if they hadn’t known each other existed for most of their lives, they hardly acted like it. Crawling onto the bed, he’s glad that Itha’s adopted mother had encouraged him to reach out to his biological family. Even if it had been for financial assistance rather than some grand sentimental reason, an emotional bond formed very quickly.
Nathaniel pulls the blanket up to lay down with him, but pauses as he notices that Itha’s boxers are pulled down to his thighs. Itha’s knees are tucked to his chest, the curve of his back also making the hoodie ride up so his bottom is completely bare. He reaches out and gropes his twin’s ass, enjoying the softness of it before moving down to Itha’s thighs. They’re firmer, thick with muscle from constant exercise. Nathaniel feels his smile widen as he slips his hand between Itha’s legs to rub his slit, finding it damp and a bit sticky. Looks like his brother had tried dealing with it on his own, understandable since he was so late getting home.
After rolling Itha onto his back, Nathaniel scoots closer on his knees and pushes the hoodie up to his twin’s collarbone. He leans down and latches on to one of Itha’s nipples, circling it with his tongue. Humming as he sucks the nipple to hardness, he loves how small his brother’s chest is. If he hadn’t already gotten surgery Nathaniel might’ve been jealous, since his breasts had been far larger, but that’s the farthest thing in his mind now. He outright adores Itha's chest, so small that he doesn’t even use a binder or bra under his baggy clothes. It makes it so easy for him to grab and kiss at them, just like now.
Itha whines in his sleep, his legs falling open as far as they can with his boxers still around his thighs. Pushing his heels into the bed, he arches his back to push against Nathaniel’s mouth. His fingers curl into the bedsheets when Nathaniel moves a hand back between his legs, beginning to rub his clit in slow circles. Itha responds quickly to the touching, shuddering and leaking fresh slick.
Biting gently, Nathaniel rubs his fingers along his twin’s slit before pushing in two fingers at once. He thrusts up against where he knows Itha’s sweet spot is, at the same time pressing on his clit with his thumb. So loud, Nathaniel thinks while looking up at his brother’s face. When he’s asleep, Itha doesn’t hold back his moans or try to hide behind his hands at all. The way drool gathers at the corner of his lips, his blush spreading all the way to his shoulders from so little stimulation… Nathaniel’s need for his twin only grows stronger. He moves to give Itha’s other nipple attention, pinching and tugging on the first one so that it stays hard. Itha continues to whine, gasps and hitching breaths mixing together as he sucks.
Nathaniel finds it cute how his brother's eyes squeeze shut tighter when he drags his teeth over the sensitive skin. His cock throbs between his legs, sensitive as it rubs against the fabric of his underwear. After kicking his underwear off, he grabs a hold of Itha's boxers. Nathaniel pulls them down before twisting the fabric, making the leg holes tighten around his twin's ankles like a pair of shackles. Letting out an excited breath, he lifts Itha’s legs and hooks the boxers over a railhead on the headboard. His brother is folded in half beautifully, showing off his pussy and the slick coating his thighs. How could anyone resist such a sight?
Straddling Itha, Nathaniel grinds down against his slit. Biting his lip as he grunts, he rocks his hips so that his cock bumps against Itha's clit. He's proud at how much his member has grown after years of hormones, jutting out so far from between his folds. Sure he remembers it being small before, but every time he grinds against Itha is a reminder how startling the difference is. His twin is like a living memory, a “before picture” to compare to. Will he be as big as me? Nathaniel wonders as he pushes down harder, making Itha's knees touch his shoulders. It’s been barely a month since his brother started his own HRT– Which he happily pays for– so there won't be any change just yet… He might even be more excited than Itha himself, knowing that his twin will be unbearably horny and in need of his help.
Nathaniel trails his hands down his brother’s body, stopping at his crotch to spread his pussy with his thumbs. He grinds against Itha for a little longer, dragging his cock along his slit before pushing inside with ease. A moan escapes from deep within Nathaniel’s throat as he bucks his hips, pressing harder into the wet heat of his twin. Grabbing under Itha's knees, he starts to fuck down into him. He's practically bouncing on his knees, letting himself get lost in the lewd, wet sounds of their pussies meeting. His brother's body usually feels cold to the touch, but his core is always as warm as a fire. Nathaniel can feel him clench around his cock, causing him to growl and rock faster.
Itha pants, squirming underneath him to meet his thrusts. It's almost as if he's trying to take Nathaniel’s cock deeper, even though their hips are already flush together. He lets out a groan between gritted teeth each time his twin’s pussy tightens, gripping Itha's knees to the point of bruising. The grinding is too much for his precious brother, so sensitive in his sleep, as he squirts onto Nathaniel’s lap. Nathaniel drops his head to rest against Itha’s legs, slowing his thrusts and moaning as Itha tenses up.
“Nnh..?” his twin's eyes seem to glow in the dark, catching the moonlight. He stares at the ceiling while catching his breath, caught in both drowsiness and post orgasm. Eventually Itha seems to realize the position he's in, attempting to put
his legs back down. When he can't immediately pull them free of the makeshift bindings, his eyes finally fall to Nathaniel, “Why’d you tie me up?”
Trying again with a bratty pout, Itha kicks harder and manages to pull one foot out. Nathaniel leans out of the way before he's hit in the face, laughing at how fussy his brother is. With a sly grin, he whispers, “You were practically inviting me to, falling asleep like that.”
Itha whines as he pulls out, trying to keep him in place by hooking his free leg over his hip. Nathaniel pushes the leg down and straddles it, still keeping one hand possessively on his twin's raised thigh. He loves how beautifully Itha’s pussy looks when his legs are spread like this… But then again he thinks it's beautiful in every position. There's a reason this is the most common way for couples like them, Nathaniel thinks as he presses back inside. They can fit even closer together, allowing him to thrust deeper like they both need. He drinks in Itha's muffled moans as he fuck him hard again, starting to chase his is own release.
Leaning forward, Nathaniel lays his hand on his brother’s chest for leverage. His cock is twitching as he gets closer, his pussy leaking all over Itha's every time their slits rub together. His voice rasps as he continues, “This wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave your pussy out for everyone to see.”
“Inside our bedroom is hardly ‘for everyone’!” Itha protests with a smack to his arm, but puts his hand over his. He moves Nathaniel's hand to his breast, silently asking. He can't refuse, groping with focus to pinching his twin's nipple. Itha covers his mouth again, hiding his moans while arching his back. Nathaniel keeps bucking until he finally cums, shuddering and making the mess between them even wetter. His hips stutter to a stop as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as his cock twitches inside his brother. Itha huffs and moves his hand to complain, “Don't stop, I wanna cum too!”
“You already did,” Nathaniel cracks an eye open to stare at him. “It's not my fault if you don't remember.”
Yet he still pulls down Itha's other leg before laying down next to him. Nathaniel stops him from rolling on to his side to cuddle, which gets a confused look from his twin. He smiles before lowering his head and latching onto Itha's nipple again with a bite. His brother moans in surprise and grabs his shoulder, spreading his legs when Nathaniel moves a hand to rub his clit. Mixing in pinches and little twists, it's not long before Itha’s spilling over his fingers. His head falls back into his pillow, eyes rolling back and nails digging into Nathaniel’s shoulder.
“Better?” He asks while moving his arm to wrap over Itha's waist. His twin only answers with a nod and another annoyed smack.