Perpetua: Yeah. No, it's the end of the weekend, you have to... the Monday tomorrow. You have to get up, you have to get your beauty sleep!
*more booing*
Perpetua: No, no, no, no, nononono, no, you people. Don't be fucking negging on me now! That's not what we're here for. Fucking crushing my vibe, here.
Perpetua: I'm gonna bring you a last little slow one, 'fore we depart. So people, conclusively I give you... Monstrance Clock, thank you.
I don't know if you could tell, but I'm a sucker for any Situation involving the twins...
(to nobody's surprise 🤭)
GN Reader, no gender specific terms used!
NSFW under the cut!
You're laid on your shared bed; making out with one of them whilst the other has your legs hooked over his shoulders. The motions of both of their tongues are slow, deliberate, almost synchronised as you melt under their affections.
The spell of their tongues breaks for a moment as the brother above you pulls away. Grinning wolfishly down at you, his thumb gently presses against your lips, encouraging you to open your mouth.
His cock strains against soft material as he unzips the fly of his pants with a deft flick of his wrist. You whine as the pad of his thumb pushes into your mouth, pressing gently but firmly at the base of your tongue, preparing you for what's to come.
Not satisfied with the attention you're giving him, the brother between your legs flicks his tongue deftly against the most sensitive part of you, and you arch upwards. He laughs, wickedly, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss tantalisingly close to where you need him, and yet still too far away.
'Pay attention, now...' he croons, the warmth of his breath whispering over slick skin. You feel yourself throb, your need leaking onto the mattress. A strangled groan is followed by the trace of a tongue capturing the taste of you, unwilling to waste a single precious drop.
You hear the clink of a belt next to your ear, coupled with the soft shuffle of material, and you turn your head eagerly to be met with the most perfectly sinful sight.
'Open, love.'
Obediently, you open your mouth; almost subconsciously your thighs part further in anticipation. They both chuckle adoringly at your eagerness, leatherclad hands closing around your hips.
The sound abruptly cuts off above you as your tongue darts out, catching a bead of precum. He hisses through gritted teeth as you play teasingly with the platinum barbell threaded through the head of his cock, his desire leaking from him faster than you can keep up.
'Fu-uck- I think you deserve your reward now, don't you agree...?' the one above you grits, coating your lips with the taste of him. Already under your spell, the one beneath you merely grunts, pressing his nose to the apex of your thighs where your scent is the richest and inhaling deeply.
Almost like they've rehearsed it, they claim you together as one; possessing you, mind and body. You feel like you're floating, head blissfully empty as you devour and are devoured.
The world falls away, leaving you with nothing but sensations as you tangle one hand into hair streaked with grey, the other threading through an empty belt loop like a lifeline.
Nothing else matters to you except how full your mouth feels, endless waves of pleasure pulsing under your skin. Languid flicks of a sinful tongue encourage the heat pooling deliciously between your thighs.
As much as you want this to last forever, it is inevitable that someone will break first.
The first to succumb is the brother beneath you as he growls against you, the worship of his tongue becoming sloppier, more desperate. In a frenzy, his hand reaches between his legs, only managing a few strokes of his hand over his clothed cock before he's spilling into his pants with a strangled groan.
The vibrations, coupled with his lips sealing around you are enough to undo you as your pleasure crashes over you. Your release pours down his throat, and you feel every swallow as he drinks you down; a fine wine to be savoured.
Your back arches up off the bed as his tongue encourages you, your cries of ecstasy muffled by the cock of the brother above you. A firm hand on your chest guides you back down as he pulls back slightly, reminding you whom you had yet to serve.
Above you, slow rolls of hips become sloppy as the sensation of your throat closing around his length is enough to undo him; a long, low moan your only warning. A hand holds your head gently in place as he fills your mouth, pulses of his love spilling salty-sweet down your throat.
As you slump back down, spent and utterly satisfied, you feel them both pull away altogether and whimper pitifully. They're quick to return, neither of them willing to leave you for long.
Cleaning you up gently, they paint worshipful kisses and feather-soft touches over your thrumming body, before taking their rightful places on either side of you.
Burrowing into the chest of one, you feel the other wrap his arms almost possessively around your waist, pressing a chaste kiss against your hairline as the other murmurs softly into your hair.
Just before sleep pulls you under, you smile. You are comfortable, snuggled against a soft chest covered in downy hair, your back pressed against a steady heartbeat, held between the men you adore.
They are, and always will be, your safe place; your home.
