Chapter 2: Craving Something Extra

Connor gently pecked Murphy's lips a few more times, a smirk on his face. Murphy chuckled, grinning right back, both of their eyes flashing with lust and hunger. Connor didn't have to speak for Murphy to know what he wanted, and he was willing to oblige his brother; he turned back to the counter, leaning over it like he had been before. He reached up to switch the burner off this time, though, lest they start a fire.

Connor walked away momentarily, heading back to the front room where their mattresses were to grab the lube from the bedside table. He rifled through the drawer, finally coming away with the small bottle, and returned to where his twin stood, patiently waiting for him.

Connor poured some of the liquid onto his fingers, rubbing it around with his thumb to thoroughly slick them. He reached down and slowly pushed his index finger into Murphy's ass, allowing him plenty of time to adjust before adding a second, and then a third; after all, he didn't want to hurt his brother by rushing into things, though his cock throbbed at the thought of being inside Murphy already.

When Murphy was stretched to both of their satisfactions, Connor slicked his cock with the lube and grabbed the base of his shaft, lining himself up with Murphy's hole. He pushed the tip of his cock in, chuckling to himself at the way Murphy quietly gasped. He grabbed Murph's hips and pulled him back inch by inch until he was balls-deep in Murphy's ass and the boy was practically begging for more.

Connor started to thrust, slowly at first, and then picking up speed, his fingernails digging sharply into his brother's flesh. His heartbeat rang in his ears, covering even the sound of his twin's sweet ass smacking into his hips, and he threw his head back, letting out a ragged groan of pleasure. It had been far too long since they'd done this.

Murphy was acting like a half-starved animal, the way he was bucking back to meet his brother's cock every time Connor pulled out enough to gain a good thrust in. He was screaming loud enough to beat the devil, or at least alarm the neighbors, and Connor had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

Murphy licked at Connor's fingers, taking one into his mouth to suck on. He imagined he could taste the ink from Connor's 'veritas' tattoo, his tongue tracing the letters as his lips flowed over the rough skin. He couldn't help but nibble on the fleshy parts of Connor's fingers, knowing that would make his twin shudder and shake and thrust twice as hard.

Sure enough, Connor's breath caught in his throat at Murphy's actions, and the hand still on his brother's hip dug in deep, his fingernails sure to leave bruises, if not draw blood. Murphy moaned around his twin's finger, his teeth latching onto the base of it hard enough to feel the bone underneath the muscles and tendons; if that pained Connor at all he didn't show it.

Connor leaned forward, biting at Murphy's shoulder blades and into the middle of his back. He nipped his way up Murphy's spine to the back of his neck, and then moved around the side to the junction where neck met shoulder. He let his mouth go wild there, nibbling and licking and sucking with all the passion of a raging storm. Murphy's jaw dropped open, Connor's finger falling unceremoniously from his mouth, and he reached up to grip Connor's hair.

Connor let Murphy ravage his hair, enjoying the pain of his twin's insistent tugging because he knew he was the one to bring this reaction out of his brother. Connor unlatched his fingers from Murphy's hip and brought his hand up to his twin's scalp, where he wiggled his fingers deep into Murph's dark tresses and pulled his head back to gain better access to that swan like neck.

Murphy willingly put his head back, his breath coming in shallow, heaving gasps, and reached down to grip his cock, which was rock hard once again. He was so close to coming for the second time that night, and he frantically squeezed and pumped his shaft.

Connor felt Murphy's movements and swatted his hand out of the way, taking over Murph's jerking off for him. Murphy groaned even louder, nearly whimpering as he spurted over Connor's hand and the face of the counter he was still pushed up against.

Connor brought his fingers back up to Murphy's mouth where Murphy eagerly lapped his cum from his brother's palm. He turned his attention then to his own orgasm, which came after a few more deep thrusts. He pulled out, panting, and pressed his chest to Murphy's back, snuggling his face into his twin's shoulder.

Murphy smiled, slumping further into the counter as he reached up to tussle his brother's hair.

"Think we should let dinner burn more often." Connor mumbled against Murphy's skin, a sly smirk on his face.

"Aye. Food's not nearly as satisfyin' as the sex, anyway."