Copia grinding/dry humping V against his desk?
I’m sorry it took a bit ahhh i have not written in a bit so I’m sorry if this sucks !
It was midday, boring and slow as frater sat at his desk trying to stay focused. He had plenty of paperwork to get through today but just could not stop watching clips of a certain someone acting a fool on stage. Grinding and fingering the damned micstand. No he was not a hypocrite, at least when copia himself did it he made it tasteful. And no he was not jealous. Copia did not wish he was that mic stand and never ever slid his own hand down his pants while he watched his twin move his hips rhythmically.
Copia had replayed the video for maybe the fourth time, this time his hand was traveling faster than it had before to his belt buckle, when his door flew open. Copia jumped and slammed his hand down on his keyboard. “The hell? Do you know how to knock?” he shouted, face flustered. Perpetua smiled his toothy grin, closing the door behind him. “Sorry fratello.” Pet said, sarcastically. That offputting grin somehow gets bigger. Perpetua had his papal paint, dumb sparkly mask secured tightly on his head.
Copia rolled his eyes, “ cosa vuoi?” he asked, still trying to exit out of his tabs of his twin that was now frozen on his screen. Damn this old thing. Copia thought as he spammed the ‘esc’ button. He was getting more frustrated as Perpetua waltzed around his office. “Finialy got you office put together i see.” Pet ignored his question, his black silky dress shirt and black pants clung to him more in person than on video.
Copia had not realized how close Perpetua had gotten to him until he looked up to find him staring down at him from behind his computer. “What are you messing with fratello?” he asked, head tilted in confusion as Copia tapped away, still trying to exit the frozen screen. “Please, if you don’t need-” Copia started, but Pet had come around his desk to see for himself what his brother was doing. “Che cosa?” Pet whispered mainly to himself. “You are watching me?” Perpetua was a bit flattered. “Well I do have to take notes and tell you what to do more and less of..” Copia grunted out, leaving the damned computer alone now that his twin had seen. “Ah, I see.” Perpetua moved to perch himself on the desk. “Care to share those notes?” “yea, calm down a bit, no need to act so..nel calore.” Copia grumbled and leaned back in his seat.
“Oh?” Perpetua grinned. “I was just trying to be more like you, fretello.” Copia rolled his eyes. “Yes, well I-” “oh and you take notes with your pants undone?” Pet had interrupted him. Copia had forgotten in his rush to close his tabs that his belt along with his pants were unbuckled and unbuttoned. Perpetua laughed to himself as Copia stayed silent. “Now I'd love to see your notes.” Truth was Copia never even got to that part. “Did you come just to annoy me?” Copia asked, beginning to fix his pants. Pet was quick to stop him though, grabbing his wrist. “You could show me how to perform better.” Perpetua suggested. Copia wished Perpetua would stop ignoring his questions.
Copia stood, pushing Pet’s hand away. “Why would I do that?” Copia bit back. Perpetua was getting on his already shot nerves. “Just a suggestion. You know, skip the notes..” Pet smirked, hopping back onto the edge of copia's desk. “If there are any.” Copia had enough. He stood from his seat, getting into pet’s space. The other simply grabbed Copia's arm and pulled him closer. “You are a nuisance.” Copia grunted, but still slotted himself between Perpetua's open legs. “Teach me fretello..” perpetua whispered.
Copia moved his hands to grip at pets waist tightly, pulling the other closer. Pet let out a quiet breath at the small bit of contact. Copia felt his ego rise a bit at that. Perpetua pushed his hips forward, trying to find more friction. “No,” Copia held pet in place. “You wanted me to teach you,” a small roll of his hips. “Share my notes with you.” another rough pull and push. Pet let out a small whine, holding onto copia's shoulders. “You can't just hump a micstand.” copia started. “You have to feel the music, ride the wave of the cheers and screams from the audience.” Copia continued with rolling his hips, closing his eyes and imagining he was on that stage again.
“papa,” Copias eyes shot open and his hips stilled. “sorry,” perpetua was quick to apologize, thinking he was going to upset the other. copias hands rushed to pull pets face close to his own. “again.” he felt out of breath. “papa, please.” pet whined as their lips ghosted together.
It wasn’t long before Copia was dragging pet into a bruising kiss, hips shuttering against each other. Copia felt high. Copia pulled away from his twin to undo Perpetua’s pants, pulling his dripping cock out. “So wet for me fratello.” His voice was deep and grunge. “yes papa” Pet gasped as copia stocked him. Copia pulled his own cock out and began to stroke them together. pet gripped at the desk's edge, hips stuttering into his brother's hand. pet didn’t last much longer, cumming with a broken moan, Copia joined him soon after.
They both panted, catching their breath as best they could. “I’ll keep those notes in mind papa. thank you.” pet smirked and giggled, causing Copia to roll his eyes.
