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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokio_Hotel_AU
  Relationship:
      Thomas/William_(AU_Tokio_Hotel)
  Character:
      AU-Tom_Kaulitz, AU-Bill_Kaulitz
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Twincest, Alternate_Universe, faux-underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-10-10 Words: 5207
****** I Will Touch a Hundred Flowers ******
by kyrene
Summary
     When it happened, it was a complete surprise. Not that it could have
     been anything else.
Notes
     2009 Christmas gift-fic for my Tay. Thomas and William are based off
     of the Kaulitz twins of Tokio Hotel fame, but they made their first
     appearance here.
When it happened, it was a complete surprise. Not that it could have been
anything else.
It wasn't that William had thought they were invulnerable. That would have just
been stupid But being high ranking nobles, nearly royalty, heirs of the House
of Kaulitz, he and his twin brother had always had a certain superiority over
most of the rest of Fairie.
Sure, they were half mortal. But they were entirely of Fairie, and they'd only
gotten the best of their mother, as far as William could tell.
Of course, messing around with the unknown carried certain risks. So perhaps it
shouldn't have been such a surprise after all. But, really, William was pretty
certain that there was no way they could have anticipated this.
He tended to place the blame on Thomas. And since Thomas blamed him, he felt
that was only fair.
William might have been the one to make the initial mistake, but it had been
Thomas who had completely taken advantage of the situation. And his brother.
***
The flowers were strange, fleshy, an unsettling shade of burnt orange speckled
with fuzzy indigo in a way that prickled the hairs at the nape of Thomas' neck.
Or maybe that was just his instincts. He had very good instincts.
"Where did you get those?" he asked William as his brother settled the blossoms
in the crystal-cut vase that he kept on the edge of his vanity. William's
graceful hands were lightly dusted in golden pollen, and the flowers' stamens
seemed to Thomas to be waving at them both in an obscene way. Though he might
just be being paranoid.
"From Eirey's greenhouse," William answered easily, and Thomas thought that
maybe he wasn't being paranoid after all. There were rumors about Eirey and her
plants... rumors involving things like tentacles, and Thomas wondered if his
brother was ballsy or just insane, handling plants grown by the resident mad
botanist of the House of Kaulitz.
"Did she give them to you?" Thomas wanted to know, staying on the opposite side
of the room and eyeing the flowers distrustfully.
"No," William answered blithely, tipping the scale of Thomas' judgment from
daring to completely fucking crazy.
"You're insane," he informed his twin bluntly. "Get rid of those things and go
wash your hands!"
"They're perfectly harmless," William protested, and to Thomas' horror, he
leaned in over the blossoms and breathed deeply. "See? They smell--" He broke
off, nose wrinkling, breath hitching, and Thomas tensed.
***
William was wracked by three violent sneezes in quick succession, rocking him
where he stood, rattling his bones, and, after the tickle in his nose and the
cathartic release, almost as satisfying as a good orgasm.
"Holy fuckballs," Thomas gasped, staring at William with his eyes huge and his
jaw slack.
"Thomas," William started, intending to chide his brother for his vulgarity or
possibly his lack of imagination, but then he left his mouth open in shock as
he registered the higher pitch of his voice. And why was he looking up at
Thomas?! They'd been of a height since they'd first begun walking -- before, in
fact -- and if anything, William might have a couple of hairs over his older
twin.
"What--?" he squeaked, raising his hands and staring at them. They didn't look
too different, but they were definitely smaller than he was used to. His nails
were still manicured in black with white tips, and there were smears of golden
pollen on his long, thin fingers, but he was more concerned with the shape and
size. Which did not match his mental image of his hands.
Turning, he gripped at his vanity with more than a touch of desperation. Its
top was a lot higher than he was used to, but he was caught up in staring at
the image reflected back at him by the mirror.
It was him. It was definitely him and he hadn't... changed, per se.... But the
last time he'd seen this same face staring back at him from the mirror, he'd
been pushing into his fourteenth year, leaving childhood behind and dipping to
adulthood. That had been five years ago.
He could see Thomas behind him, unchanged, eyes wide and alarmed, but not as
panicked as William was feeling.
But then, Thomas wasn't the one who was a kid again!
***
Thomas stared at his brother. He couldn't help it. Right before his eyes,
William had transformed. From a tall, wiry youth in his nineteenth year to the
way he'd been a good handful of years ago.
It wasn't exactly like looking into the past. William's hair was still long,
falling over his shoulders and framing his face, not cut short and spiky like
it'd been when he'd actually been thirteen, fourteen. His makeup was more
carefully applied, not slapped on for the sake of shock value like when he'd
first begun wearing it.
But the heart-shaped face was the same as it had been five years ago, sharp
chin and finely-etched cheekbones surrounding delicate features and slanted
golden eyes. William didn't look like a girl... exactly... but he was very
pretty for a boy, even in Fairie where beauty was the norm.
Thomas felt shock slip away, replaced with a familiar warmth filling his belly,
and he smirked, taking a step toward his suddenly regressed twin brother.
***
William was about ready to have a full blown panic attack when Thomas swept him
into his arms, holding him in a tight embrace.
William clung to Thomas for long shuddering moments, letting his older brother
be the strong one, certain that Thomas would know what to do.
It wasn't until warm hands, feeling strangely larger on his hipbones than he
remembered, crept underneath the waistband of his suddenly too-large jeans,
easily pushing them down and fingers flexed over his ass cheeks, that he
realized Thomas wasn't motivated by the same emotions as he was.
"Thomas!" he shrilled, pulling back as far as he could when his brother refused
to release his grip. William winced at the almost childish sound of his own
voice, definitely not the man he had been mere minutes before, but he forged
onward. "We have to get this fixed! This isn't the time for sex!"
Thomas actually chuckled, the bastard, and flexed his fingers, causing William
to gasp as shuddering heat surged through his entire body, setting his skin
alight and making his cheeks blaze. "I never thought I'd hear you say those
words," Thomas said easily, his voice low and lazy, husky with arousal.
William shivered. That tone never failed to go right to his dick, and even
though he was freaking out here, this moment was no exception.
"I'm serious," he protested, trying to squirm away and only succeeding in
losing his jeans entirely. He pouted up at Thomas, aware that this was only
going to fan the flames but unable to stop himself. Thomas was supposed to do
what William said, dammit! "We need to find Eirey and figure out how to reverse
this!"
***
Thomas knew that his brother had a point, and he knew that William was
absolutely right. But he also knew that this was the chance of a lifetime, and
there was absolutely no way in all the heavens he was going to squander it.
William was glowering up at him, his plump lips begging to be plundered, a warm
flush pinking his cheeks, his eyes flashing bright and clear gold. He looked
delightfully vulnerable and deliciously aroused, but Thomas knew that with just
a little effort on his part he could have William looking like a complete
wanton. His beautiful twin... now his much younger brother.
This was something that he couldn't pass up. He'd hate himself forever if he
did. And so there was only one thing that he could do.
Lifting William bodily out of his sagging jeans, Thomas hefted him carefully,
his cock jerking hotly at the sensation of William being so much smaller and
lighter than he was used to. William squealed and clutched at Thomas, but let
himself be lowered onto the mattress.
Thomas took a moment to admire the picture his brother presented. Long, supple
legs sprawled, gloriously bare, his shirt falling off one sharp shoulder, dark
hair tumbling in his face, his mouth in an offended moue, but Thomas could see
the erection that pressed against the hem of the oversized shirt William was
still wearing, the material already dampening over its head, and he knew that
more than half the flash in his brother's eyes, more than half the heat in his
cheeks stemmed from arousal at being thus manhandled.
***
"Thomas!" William protested again, levering up onto his elbows and glaring as
all his brother did was stand there and leer down at him. "We have to--"
He squeaked again, embarrassed by the undignified sound but unable to keep from
uttering the noise, as Thomas suddenly crawled over top of him and pressed him
down into their bed, plastering their mouths together.
Instinct and habits formed since long before they were as young as William
looked now, had William ringing his brother's shoulders with his wiry arms, his
mouth opening readily for Thomas' tongue, and he arched his hips up, his
growing erection grinding into his brother's before he could even think why he
shouldn't.
Dammit, they were supposed to be getting this fixed! Not having... having....
Ooh. Actually, maybe sex wasn't such a bad idea.... Maybe William would feel
more calm after a good orgasm....
And it wasn't as though Thomas was giving him any choice in the matter....
***
Thomas worked his hands up underneath the shirt that William was draped in,
palms gentle but feverish as he caressed his brother's bony ribcage. He wished
he'd taken a moment to remove his own clothing before he'd stretched himself
out over William's slender body, but it was too late now.
Tonguing his way into William's mouth, Thomas ascertained that William still
had his stud. Evidently it was only his flesh that had changed -- his hair, his
clothing, and his piercings remained intact.
Their tongues twined together, slick and strong, twisting in the hotwet
confines of their joined mouths, and it was only with a great deal of self
control that Thomas pulled away long enough to strip his brother's shirt over
his head.
William sprawled beneath him, panting prettily already, his face pink, his eyes
hazed, his mouth ruddy and pressure-bruised, lips moist with their mingled
saliva.
Thomas fingered the ring that still decorated his brother's nipple, cock
swelling further at the breathy little gasp that William loosed, his chest
arching up toward him, and then he bent to seal their mouths together again.
***
William whimpered, clinging to Thomas, forgetting entirely that he ought to be
pulling away, that they needed to go and find someone to help, someone to fix
this.
It was so incredibly, unexpectedly sexy. Thomas was bigger than him now, his
body pressing down against William's, still fully clothed where William was
naked. They'd been of a size all their lives, naturally enough since they were
identical twins. Thomas had a few more muscles, William more slim, but they
were both long and lean. There had never been a very noticeable difference
between them before. Now... now Thomas was so much larger, he practically
covered William entirely as he hovered over him on their bed, and William was a
little startled at how much it turned him on.
He moaned, wrapping one leg around Thomas' pulsing hips and doing his best to
grind his hips up into his brother's belly. He was fully hard and he didn't
want anything more than to get off. He could feel his cock leaking against the
soft material of Thomas' shirt and he felt a little sorry for his brother,
since Thomas was taller now, and so his crotch didn't line up with William's
the way they usually fit.
The same thought evidently occurred to Thomas, because with a discontented
sound he pulled away, easily breaking the hold William had around his neck. He
kneeled up between William's spread thighs, smirking down at his breathless
brother.
***
William glared up at him, but Thomas ignored that, taking a few moments to
enjoy the view. When William had last been this age, so had Thomas been. And in
his youthful exuberance, all he had really been interested in was getting off.
Now, with years of sexual experience under his belt, and a learned appreciation
for lingering, he wanted to savor this.
Goddess, his twin was beautiful like this. William was breathless, his skin the
palest cream, his face flushed, his eyes glittering at Thomas from between
thick lashes.
"Tomi," he whined, reaching a hand up. Thomas grasped the smaller, slender
fingers absently, but he was more focused on his brother's sweet little body.
William's collarbones stood out stark, his shoulders a lot more narrow than
they had been before he'd been de-aged. His nipples were tiny and pink, peaked,
the one pierced with a silver ring that seemed somehow larger on his thin chest
than it had been when William had gotten it. Only it wasn't the ring that was
larger, it was William that was smaller.
William's belly was as flat and silken as it had been before, but his hips were
even more bony and the faintest whisper of curly hairs marred the pale skin of
his groin. Neither twin had much by way of body hair, even at the age of
nineteen, but now, in his fourteen year old body, William had even less.
Nestled between flawless white thighs, but standing up proudly, there was
William's cock. Of quite a fair size for "his age", it was now not a match to
Thomas'. Thomas grinned wickedly, in part amused by this, and in larger part
filled with hungry lust at the simple sight of his brother's dick.
***
"What?" William snapped, shaken a little out of his daze of arousal when all
Thomas did was look at his crotch and stare. He tried to draw his legs
together, but Thomas was between them, and all it took was one large palm on
each thigh, holding them wide, and he could not move.
Thomas' golden eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, heated under heavy lids, and
one of his hands slipped down to cup and carefully caress William's balls.
William gasped, fighting to prevent his back from arching, pleasure sweeping
over him.
"You're not as big as me anymore," Thomas said, so softly that William almost
didn't hear him over the thumping of his heart in his ears. It took a moment
but then the words processed.
"Oh, fuck y--" William began hotly, but he broke off and let out a small
keening cry as Thomas gripped the base of his shaft in his hand and bent,
engulfing the head in the burning wet suction of his mouth. "G-goddess, Tomi!"
he cried, his entire body attempting to leave the bed, to thrust up into that
delirious torment.
Thomas continued to hold him down easily, but he took pity on William and sank
down the length of his hard, throbbing cock until the head was punching down
his throat and his lips locked around the base. William keened again as Thomas
swallowed before sliding, slick and saliva-wet, back up, then down again.
Before his hips could start moving to a matching rhythm, Thomas pulled off.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice a little raspy and a lot husky.
William took a long moment to gather his scattered wits, which was made more
difficult when suspended arousal was blazing through his veins and Thomas was
fisting his cock, fingers sliding up and down the shaft, one fingertip
skittering over the leaking slit at the tip. Then he recalled the crack Thomas
had made, and he did his best to stutter his way through it in its entirety.
"F-fuck you, To-Tomi!"
"I didn't say it was small," Thomas informed him, sounding way too calm and
collected for William's peace of mind, despite the burning patches of heat
darkening the apples of his cheeks, the predatory fire burning in his golden
eyes. "Just that mine is bigger now. Do you want it in your tight little ass?"
***
William gasped, arching up into the grasp of his brother's insistent fingers,
and Thomas grinned. Nineteen or fourteen, William always fell apart under his
touch. It was even hotter now, though, now that William was smaller and more
delicate. Thomas wanted to hold and protect him as much as he wanted to fuck
him into the mattress. It wasn't as much a contradiction as it might have
seemed at first.
Since William didn't seem able to articulate a response, Thomas grabbed the jar
of lubricant that was always close to the bed. He was still fully clothed, but
he didn't want to take the time to disrobe. He was wearing button-fly jeans so
he didn't have to worry about chafing....
Before whipping his dick out, though, Thomas planned to spend some lingering
moments preparing his brother.
Bending at the waist, unscrewing the jar and anointing his fingers, he
worshiped the stark lines of William's star tattoo with the tip of his tongue
and then sucking kisses. William squirmed and whined beneath him, and Thomas
grasped his brother's other hip with his free hand, holding him still.
Sliding his slicked hand down beneath his brother's nearly hairless balls, the
plump little pouch pulled up closely to his body, Thomas traced the tight
little circle of muscle hidden between his taut buttcheeks.
***
"Tomi!" William dug his heels into the mattress, struggling to grind up into
Thomas' face as his brother slid a long finger into him while he mouthed wetly
at the spot where William's dick shaft met his balls. William was about ready
to shoot off now, and he remembered this mad urgency from the last time he'd
been this young. "Oh, fuck!"
"Not yet," Thomas murmured, lifting his head, his gold-brown dreads tickling
the twitching muscles of William's belly, and William wasn't sure whether that
was in response to William's exclamation or just his body's tells, but either
way he was pretty sure that he was going to die if he didn't come.
Thomas grabbed his wrist in one large, powerful hand, slipping a second finger
into his ass with the other hand at the same time.
William let out a little gasping whine, his hips jerking as he shot all over
his own belly.
Thomas didn't look surprised. If anything he looked smug, his lush lips
curving, his eyes dark and molten under heavy lids as he stroked in and out of
William's clenching ass, not giving him a moment of respite.
Not that William wanted or needed one.
***
Thomas didn't think he'd ever seen anything so exquisite as William losing it
and coming all over himself underneath him, with only two fingers in him. His
cock jumped against the denim of his jeans, several quick, hot squirts slicking
the material over the head as he fought not to lose it in turn. Oh no, he was
not ready to come yet. But he was definitely ready to be buried balls deep
inside his brother.
He scissored his fingers, stretching the compact sphincter while he slicked up
the delicate flesh. William was always tight, but he seemed even more so now,
between his tiny little asscheeks. Maybe it was Thomas' imagination, but he
didn't think so.
William collapsed bonelessly on the bed when Thomas removed his hands, fumbling
with his fly, but he wasn't finished if the vibrant flush staining his sweat-
dewed face and upper chest and the rampant swell of his erection -- which had
not even begun to flag -- were any indication.
It was a matter of moments for Thomas to free his cock and slick it up. William
raised his legs, offering himself in a manner that couldn't be misunderstood.
Thomas grasped one thin thigh, positioning his cock at the rosy pucker of
William's ass. There was a moment of resistance, as there was always was, and
then he punched through and sank in, driving his engorged cock into the hot,
smooth, amazing squeeze of his brother's body.
***
"Tomi!" William cried out, locking his arms and legs around his twin's torso as
his brother's hard cock drove into him. Thomas felt huge, larger than William
remembered, and he vaguely wondered if five years of growth really made that
much difference, but mostly he was just wallowing in the overloading flare of
being drilled and filled and having his Tomi inside of him and around him.
Thomas held him tightly, hands firm and grounding on his shoulders even as he
thrust in more deeply, the angle awkward but neither of them caring as Thomas
sank as far into William as he could get. William was stretched around his
brother's pulsing cock, and his own cock was hard and throbbing between them
again, nearly nonexistent refractory period and now William remembered what
that was like, always being hard. It had been amazing enough when he and Thomas
had been first discovering their awakening hormones and had been unable to stop
playing with each other, but now William was back at that stage, while Thomas
was older and bigger, and could toss him around as though he weighed next to
nothing. And he could bone him until he was a quivering bundle of raw nerve
endings.
Which seemed to be the plan, as Thomas tugged him up so that he was practically
riding his brother's larger thighs, his thrusts shallow and slow, nothing to
drive William to come again, drawing out the pleasure and the tension for both
of them until all William could do was cling to his brother and gasp for
breath, eyes slitted as he focused on the sparks dancing through his body.
***
William was so tight and yet so supple, so pliant. Thomas fucked into him,
holding his brother's now-smaller body firmly but with care. William wasn't
suddenly breakable, but Thomas still wouldn't indulge his desire to bone him as
hard as he could.
Not yet, anyway.
Pulling out was an exercise in will power, especially at the little bereft cry
that William let out, but when he turned his brother onto his hands and knees,
William seemed to emerge from the haze he'd fallen into a little and he
supported himself readily enough, raising his ass toward Thomas in
invitation... or possibly a demand. Thomas knew his brother, and he might
appear younger now, but he hadn't changed at all.
Thomas took a couple of maddening moments to throw off his own clothes, then
draped himself over his brother, wrapping him up in his arms and lipped at his
ear in apology as William whined. William wriggled, grinding his ass into
Thomas' dripping dick, and Thomas froze, holding his breath, staving off an
orgasm by a sheer force of will. He wasn't done yet, wasn't ready for this to
be over.
In retaliation, he pulled away from William, pressing one hand between his
shoulderblades to hold him still and smacking his ass soundly with the other
hand a few times, until the cheeks were rosy and William had cried out and come
again, spurting on the comforter beneath him this time.
Thomas let out a breathy laugh, almost jealous, because he could remember when
it had been like that. Oh, he could still get it up several times in turn -- he
was only nineteen, after all -- but not quite with the unflagging zeal of a
fourteen year old. He might not miss those days, but he did have fond memories.
***
William panted into the pillow, his face burning, his entire body shivering,
his flesh coated in perspiration, feeling shaken apart and yet still wound
tight. His dick was tingling, his thighs were weak, but he did his best to
remain kneeling, properly presented for his brother.
His efforts were rewarded as Thomas latched his mouth onto his ass, licking at
the pulsing muscle in firm wet sweeps of his tongue. William moaned long and
low, feeling his cock throb, not quite able to get hard again but definitely
interested in what his brother was doing with his talented tongue.
"Tomi," he managed to articulate, but that was all he got out before Thomas
shoved two lubed fingers in his ass again, prodding and prying, finding that
one spot that made fireworks go off under the surface of his skin, his dick
filling up with hot blood and his balls drawing up tight. He whined, so
stimulated that it was almost painful, sticking his own fingers in his mouth,
gnawing a little and sucking.
As though he knew what William was feeling -- and he probably did, because
Thomas was always a considerate lover -- Thomas removed his hand and carefully
bracketed William's body with his own larger frame again. He wrapped William up
on strong arms, holding him together, keeping him from shaking apart. And while
he did sink his dick deeply into William, he held there a long shuddering
moment, not moving, just reveling in the intimate joining of their bodies.
William matched his breathing to his brother's, slowly finding his center
again. When he felt as though he could move without breaking apart, he removed
his fingers from his mouth and turned his head, seeking Thomas' lips.
They kissed hotly for several heartbeats, mingling breath and saliva, but
William wanted, needed more, and he knew that Thomas had to be getting close to
his limit. He had been wonderful, caring, patient, but it was time for Thomas
to take his pleasure. William was ready for that too.
***
"Fuck me, Tomi," William whispered hot and moist against Thomas' mouth, and
Thomas realized that this was the trigger he'd been waiting for.
Rising off of William a little for better leverage, he got his knees under him
and gripped William's shoulders firmly. At first he started out with long, deep
thrusts, pulling out nearly all the way before sinking back into his brother's
tiny ass. William was making helpless little noises underneath him, his voice
higher and sweeter than Thomas was used to, and this only spurred him onward.
Before long, Thomas' strokes were more shallow and harder, and then his hips
were colliding with his brother's rear, the sound of his cock sliding in and
out of William's ass underscored by his own panting and William's little gasps
and moans. He knew without being able to see that William was hard again, and
this time he was going to take both of them all the way.
Holding William's small body close against his chest he began really working
his hips, tight thrusts that drove him as deeply into William as he could get
and tried for deeper. Hot pleasure was pooling in his belly, drawing his balls
up tight, and he plowed harder, harder, determined to bring William off for a
third time before he succumbed himself.
He could feel William's arm working, his bony elbow nearly hitting him, and
knew that William was fisting himself in time to Thomas' thrusts. And then he
knew when his brother reached the point of no return as William's little cries
got louder, his breath caught, and he convulsed in the circle of Thomas' arms.
Gripping William more tightly, Thomas slammed his cock in once, twice, three
times, and then on the fourth thrust he could feel his balls jolting and the
surge of seed searing through his shaft and bursting from his cock to stain his
brother's insides with this particular brand of ownership. He choked on a yell,
hips pistoning a few more times, feeling like he was going to come forever, but
eventually it had to end, and he collapsed, barely enough senses left to fall
to one side so that he didn't crush his twin.
***
William rolled over and curled close to Thomas as his brother came to a
quivering, panting halt, both of them boneless and limp. William felt like he
was never going to be able to get it up again, even though he knew that this
wasn't likely. Especially if he was back to the thick of puberty.
Which kind of reminded him....
"Tomi, you jerk!" he said, raising a lethargic hand and smacking his brother on
the shoulder. Thomas cracked open one glazed golden eye, seeming completely out
of it, but William wasn't going to let him get away with that. "We were
supposed to try to fix me, not get us both off!" William clarified.
Thomas smirked, running a possessive hand over William's flank. "That was
really hot, though," he rumbled in that sexy post-coital voice that invariably
made William melt. "You have to admit."
William opened his mouth to tell Thomas that he certainly had no intention of
admitting anything, but then he was rattled with three sneezes that rocked him
where he lay on the bed.
He knew even before his eyes stopped watering that he was back to his usual age
and size. Thomas was still smiling at him, didn't look put out or pleased, only
amused.
"Problem solved," Thomas drawled, his hand still moving warm and possessive
over William's thigh. "Aren't you glad you didn't run off and confess to Eirey
that you pillaged her hothouse?"
"It was only three flowers," William defended, pouting at Thomas even though he
was actually really relieved. Not only was he the same age as his twin again,
but Thomas didn't seem to be disappointed that he wasn't young anymore. He
raised his chin for a slow, languid kiss. His ass was feeling soundly fucked,
his dick and balls were limp but well sated, and he felt like all his bones had
liquefied. In a good way, of course. In the best way that being boned by his
twin brother always left him.
They curled up together, just enjoying being the same size and height again,
limbs entangled, mouths locked, soaking up one another's body heat.
"That was pretty awesome," Thomas murmured, shooting a sharp glance over at the
flowers still sitting there, trying to look innocent in their vase.
William couldn't disagree, but he wasn't about to agree. "Hmph." He cuddled
closer to Thomas. "Do you think Eirey knows what they do?"
"Does it matter?" Thomas asked in rejoinder. William gave it a moment's
consideration but then decided that it really didn't. He and Thomas knew now,
and that was good enough for him.
"Tomi..." he ventured after a moment, knowing that he would put his brother on
alert with his wheedling tone but unable to help himself. "Once we've
recovered...."
"You want us both to try it," Thomas completed for him, not a question. He
brushed sweat-damp hair out of William's face with a gentle hand and smiled at
him. "Yeah. I think we can do that."
William grinned widely and snuggled closer, giving Thomas a warm, wet kiss.
They might not make it out of their room for days, they might wind up sore and
sticky, and Eirey might figure out who had picked some of her flowers and be
really pissed off, but it was totally going to be worth it.
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