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And Perpetua, always the pleaser, would allow himself to be bent over a desk, or laid flat on his back on a couch or a bed, and his brother would press inside him with a moan.

Copia’s groans would turn into high pitched whines, his mouth open and panting, his degrading words morphing into sweet pleads for more, more, more. Perpetua never understood what his brother wanted out of him, as afterwards they would lock eyes, sweat plastered hair and murky face paint making them even more identical, before Copia would pull his pants up and leave the room. And Perpetua would wonder to himself as he got ready for bed, what more could he give to his twin? What did Copia want? What would keep Copia in his room all night, to have him in his bed, to hold, to kiss?

What did Perpetua want?

“Crowd seemed to like you,” Copia said to him. He was already semi-hard, his cock pressing an outline in his trousers. The lights were turned down low, the shadows long around him. He shuffled on his feet. “Seemed like a good show.”

Perpetua stepped up to the light switch and flicked it off. Darkness bathed them. He didn’t say a word as he walked across the room and threw open the curtains. The city skyline was bright with lights and colors, and the moon was full and heavy in the sky.

“…What’s - what are you doing?” Copia asked. Perpetua turned his head.

“What do you want, Copia?” He asked lowly. The shadow of Copia’s throat worked around a nervous gulp. His body thrummed in response.

“What… do you not want to… you know…” he waved a hand at the bed, confused. His eyes flicked to the door. “If you just want to sleep, that’s fine. I can leave-“

Perpetua placed himself between his twin and the door, straightened his back, and looked down. Copia looked up.

Copia’s eyes widened, then squinted. His jaw flexed with annoyance. His mouth drew down in a frown.

And his cock? Perpetua watched it kick to full hardness in his pants, and smirked.

He knew his twin hated how Perpetua was a few inches taller - three and a quarter, to be exact - and Perpetua always hid it by slouching. Years of insecurity driven by a need to be accepted by his twin, so he kept himself smaller, just for Copia.

But not tonight.

He stepped closer into Copia’s space, close enough to smell his aftershave. A hint of mint, eucalyptus, that covered his tongue. A lovely odor, and he breathed it in until it was all he could smell.

“What the fuck is going on?” Copia whispered. He stepped back, then another, his eyes going between Perpetua’s and the door. “Seriously, what- ack!” He jumped when his back met the window, his voice high in surprise.

Perpetua placed his hands on both sides of Copia’s head, leaned down, and whispered into his twin’s ear, “I’m taking what’s mine, Copia.”

And he got to work.

One practiced, efficient hand unbuckled Copia’s pants and plunged inside. The other took a hold of Copia’s hair and roughly pulled him into a bruising kiss.

A heady heat slid up his spine when Copia shouted into his mouth in surprise, when his thumb swiped over his twin’s dripping cock. Copia shoved at him weakly, his gloved hands pressing hard against Perpetua.

He moaned and pressed his body closer, until Copia was flush with the window, until Perpetua could press his aching cock against Copia’s belly and grind.

And then he tugged his hand free and stepped back. A chill replaced the warmth along the front of his body, goosebumps crawling over him.

Copia buckled at the sudden loss. His hair flopped over his forehead, his left eye bright in the night, the moonlight framing his heaving shoulders as he gasped for breath.

“Turn around,” Perpetua demanded, his voice shaky. His head was clear and focused, his eyes sharp on Copia’s. What he really wanted was for Copia to be on his knees, to lick at the fabric of his jeans until he was whining for more, but that would wait. Tomorrow night, perhaps.

Copia didn’t move from where he was sprawled against the window. He stared at Perpetua as though he was a stranger, before finally, finally, rolling onto his shoulder and then his front.

“So fucking easy,” Perpetua growled. He stepped forward and plastered himself to Copia’s back and grinded against his ass. His hands gripped hard at his waist and tugged him back, ignoring Copia’s yelp of protest. “Shut up. You use me every night. Always proud to have the new Papa take your cock, but you’re always whining and moaning for more.”

“That’s- you’re-“ Copia wheezed. When Perpetua tugged down his pants to expose his ass, he nearly thrashed against him. “Wait, wait, the window is open, people are going to see-!”

“Let them,” Perpetua interrupted. “Let them see you take my cock.” He released a hand and pressed his fingers against Copia’s mouth, then bit back a moan when Copia parted his lips and welcomed his fingers, lathering them.

Perpetua pulled his fingers out once they were coated and didn’t hesitate to shove one inside his brother.

Copia shouted and his hips jerked away. Perpetua didn’t let him get far before pulling him back by gripping his chin and turning his head into an open-mouthed kiss.

He shoved another finger inside and marveled at the heat, at the way Copia clenched around him. Was this what made Copia come back night after night? Was he seeking pleasure, comfort, purpose in Perpetua’s body?

A whine puffed into Perpetua’s mouth, hidden behind clenched teeth. And Perpetua, his mind becoming muddy and hazy, nearly said aloud, “Oh, I get it now.” He understood why Copia came back to him, why his eyes trailed down Perpetua’s body every moment they laid eyes on each other. The complete power he felt over his twin was enough to rework his brain so that the only goal was to draw another whine, another moan, out of him.

Always the pleaser, indeed.

He pulled his fingers out and Copia gasped (at what? The loss? The betrayal? The relief? Or the realization that something had once again changed between them, never going back to what they were?)

Perpetua quickly undid his jeans with trembling hands and pulled his cock out, heavy and hot. He didn’t hesitate to press himself against Copia’s entrance. The two were so close, his front pressed to Copia’s back. Eucalyptus paired well with the salty smell of sweat, he realized. His twin stilled, and Perpetua watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Copia’s graying temple, the moon holding time still for them, for just a moment.

And then he thrusted inside.

Copia’s about drowned out his moan. His twin knocked a fist against the window, then did it again. Perpetua watched as that fist slowly unclenched with every thrust, as it turned into an open palm that Copia used to brace himself until soon he was pushing back against his cock.

He glanced down and to the side and saw Copia’s cock leaking a pretty stream of precum that was pearlescent in the moonlight. It dribbled down, down, down, into a neat puddle on the floor. His cock throbbed at the sight, and Copia whined that high pitched sound.

“More,” he gasped out. “More, please, Perpetua.”

Perpetua would later realize that that was the first time Copia said his name. And he’d laugh until he had tears in his eyes. But for now, he groaned and sped up. The rhythm that was set up was quickly lost as the two got closer to their respective orgasms. Copia’s gloved hands sparked against glass, his knees trembled, and with a cry he came hard. Perpetua’s vision blacked out with how hard Copia clenched around him, and then he was following behind Copia with his own orgasm.

When he came to, Copia was breathing hard under him, and Perpetua was barely holding the two up. He released his brother and pulled out, then stepped away.

“You’re staying here tonight,” he gasped out. “With me.”

And Copia could only nod and silently agree.

-

“for what it’s worth,” frater told him, “i think you’ll be fine.”

“really?” pet asked.

the biggest reason he asked that question was because he heavily doubted his brother thought that after everything he’d said to and about him.

a smaller reason that he tried to ignore was because he wanted the reassurance, and he wanted it from the only living person who knew what this was like.

“really,” frater said with a nod, surprising him. “i’ve been in front of these crowds. they’re dedicated and loyal, and they love fiercely.” he gave a wry smile. “why do you think i was so sad to leave?”

“i thought you were angry,” pet said, and he was surprised further when copia shook his head.

“no. jealous? absolutely! fuck you.” pet barked a laugh, and copia smiled, but it quickly fell away. “bitter, certainly. but mostly, it just broke my heart to say goodbye.”

for the first time, pet could see that sadness in his brother’s eyes, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. he’d offer a hug, but he didn’t know if frater would be okay with that.

“that’s why i need you to go out there,” copia went on. “i said hello, i did my run, and i said goodbye. now they need someone else to say hello. they’ve been alone for too long.” he looked at pet for a long moment. “can you do that for me, perpetua?”

he startled, never having heard his name from his brother before, but then he nodded.

“yes,” he said firmly. “i can do that. i will.”

“good,” copia smiled.

they stood in comfortable silence together for the first time since they’d met. pet had no idea how comforting it could be, but he felt much more at peace even as his heart continued to pound and his fingers fidgeted at his sides.

“oh!” copia said when there were only a few minutes to go and people were scurrying around in their haste to make last minute arrangements. “i almost forgot! there’s something else i need you to give them along with the ‘hello.’”

“anything,” pet said, determined to do right by his predecessor, no matter how he’d treated him before now.

“just one little thing,” copia said.

and then he kissed him.

pet inhaled sharply, frozen in place. when copia pulled away, it was only a few inches, and his words were meant for just the two of them.

“can you give them that for me?”

“yes,” pet breathed. copia nodded.

“and i have something i want to give just to you. for luck.”

this time, pet met him halfway, pressing their lips firmly together. copia pulled away after only a moment, and the disappointment must have shown on his face because copia chuckled.

“can’t mess up the paint,” he said, lifting pet’s chin with a gloved finger. “you won’t have enough time to fix it. i learned that the hard way.”

“what if i want to learn the hard way too?” pet asked before he could think better of it.

copia smirked and stepped back.

“plenty of chances for you to learn over the coming months,” he told him, folding his hands before him. “and when you’re done tonight, you can learn one of my favorite ways to get out the last of that adrenaline.”

“only one?” pet teased, raising a brow.

“alas,” he sighed. “i am old.”

“we’re twins,” pet pointed out.

“you are old.”

they laughed together, and then copia reached out and squeezed his shoulder.

“good luck, fratello. i believe in you.”

Copia dropped his head back against the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Please, Pet,” he begged.

“Not yet,” Pet said again.

He tried. He really did.

But when his twin brother dropped his head back with a moan as he clenched around his painfully hard cock, it was over.

With a growl, he dragged his brother down and braced his feet on the bed to fuck up into him hard and fast, eyes rolling back as he came deep inside him, his balls slapping against his ass with every thrust. Pet whined and writhed above him, and it just made Copia’s cock pulse again and again, filling him with all he had to give.

“I’m still hard,” Pet whined in his ear once he was coming down.

After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, Copia flipped them around, grunting when his softening dick slipped out, and quickly took his brother’s dick in his mouth while shoving three fingers inside him. He was so wet, like the perfect pussy, and Copia moaned around his throbbing length.

“Ah, just like that,” Pet gasped, burying his hands in Copia’s hair and fucking up into his mouth. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”