(2) milk & honeyā sinners.
 pairing
elias "stack" moore & elijah "smoke" moore x black! reader.
 synopsis
one knew better than to look twice at the smoke-stack twins. but aināt nobody ever said that once they set their eyes on you, it would already be too late. between their rough hands and honeyed lies, you learned real quickā it aināt no sin if you aināt planninā to repent. you belonged to them now. and they werenāt the kind to truly ever let go.
 warnings
sexual content, in other words smut, childhood lovers, mentions of possessiveness, some pining, romance, infatuation. african american reader; black representation. rooted in the 1930s, language heavy; cursing. written in a southern tone.
⢠ part one of milk & honey.
Their lips felt like honeyāso rich with delicate temptation, soft, but burninā with passion.
In the thick of the moment, their hands started roamin', greedy and sureālike they was tryna memorize every inch of you. They always had them big ol' hands, the kind that gripped your thighs like nothin', pushin' your body around like it weighed air. Feelin' their lips on your skin, slidin' over the silk, then findin' yoursāit had you moanin' soft, breath catchin' in your throat. The feel of it all was too damn familiar.
"Hol' on," Smoke muttered, glancin' 'round like he was scannin' the treeline. "Not out here."
"Why? You scared, nigga?" Stack let out a low, rough chuckle, that devilish grin stretchinā across his face as his mouth kept workinā that sweet, sensitive spot on your neckāslow anā sinful, like he knew just what he was doinā. He tugged you in closer, strong hands findinā your waist as he leaned back against the hood of the car, real casual-like. The metal was warm from the engine, but it was nothinā compared to the heat rollinā off himāanā Lord, you could feel that pressure buildinā in his slacks, plain as day. Firm, thick, and waitinā.
āDonāt need nobody layinā eyes on her. I donāt play ābout whatās mineāanā you damn well know that.ā
"Nigga, we ain't playin' when it come to herā,ā Stack shot back, smooth as whiskey, eyes never leavin' you. āIād beat a muhfucka down, no talkinā. Easy.ā
Lettin' out a low laugh, you start draggin' a finger slow down your thigh, eyes bouncin' between the two of 'em.
āYāall talkinā like I aināt standinā right here,ā you purred, voice syrupy sweet as molasses. You slipped from their grip, slow and deliberate, pullinā the shawl from your shoulders and lettinā it fall to the dirt like it aināt cost a damn thing. āIf they dumb ānough to be out here watchinā, then we oughtaā give āem a lilā show.ā
With a soft grin, you slid the straps of your silk dress down, lettinā it fall around your ankles, leavinā you standinā there in nothinā but your underthings. Both of āem froze. That look in their eyes? Pure trouble. Jaws tight, muscles flexinā, like they were fightinā every urge not to tear into you right then and there.
āDamn,ā Stack pushed off the car, his voice thick when he muttered, āPretty lilā thing.ā
He swept you up without missinā a beat, landinā a sharp smack on your behind that made you let out a startled laugh. He set you down on the hood of the car, the metal still warm beneath your thighs. Then his lips found your skinātrailinā slow and sure down your front. His mouth was hot, even through the thin fabric, makinā you shiver where you sat, half-laid out on that shiny, elegant hood like a gift waitinā to be unwrapped. He nuzzled lower, breath warm, lips pressinā through the cloth restinā over your chest. His tongue flicked just enough to pull a gasp from your lips, your hips jerkinā up toward his mouth like you didnāt have no shame.
Smoke let out a low breath, tension easinā from his broad shoulders. He stood close, watchināādark eyes locked on yoursāas his hand reached for yours, thumb drawinā slow, lazy circles over your skin while he licked his lips like he was starvinā.
Breathless, your head fell back, eyes on the rustinā roof beams of that old sawmill, breath cominā shallow and quick. The cicadas screeched louder now, like the world was tryinā its damnedest to drown yāall out. But it couldnāt. Not over the sounds you were makinā. Not over the feel of their hands on you.
Stack glanced up, eyes dark and heavy, full of heat. āYou want this, baby?ā
āCourse you noddedābarely though. Couldnāt even find your voice. Your fingers cradled the back of his neck, tugginā gentle, but firm enough to tell him yes. Thatās when Stack leaned down again, kissinā a slow trail up your belly, toward your thighs.
āAināt no goinā back nowā,ā he drawled against your skin, shootinā one last grin up at you. He hooked the tips of his fingers āround the edge of your panties, dragginā āem down nice and slow, āfore settlinā in like a man on a mission. āWe gonā ruin yaā good.ā
And Lord, you wanted 'em to.
His dark eyes glazed over at the sight of your glisteninā, pulsinā little button, soaked and achinā for attention. He slung one of your legs over his shoulder, then sank right inātongue teasinā them folds before slidinā up to your clit, lickinā like heād been starvinā for you. Every stroke was intense, unhurried, and filled with a kind of reverence that made your breath hitch and a moan slip loose from your lips.
Stack had them strong, calloused hands grippinā your thighs firm, keepinā you open for him. That brown skin of yours was soft as sin against his palms, and he groaned low in his throat, mouth still workinā you like his favorite meal. Ever since the first time, he knew he was addictedācouldnāt get enough of your thighs, couldnāt stay away from beinā buried between āem.
A hum rumbled deep in his chest when he felt you rub on his head, your hips twitchinā as he devoured you, slow and greedy. He loved watchinā you fall apartāloved the way your pretty little moans echoed off the walls like a hymn. You tasted so damn sweet on his tongue, he was damn near dizzy with it.
āFuck. Elias.ā
āMmm-hmm,ā he hummed, refusinā to come up for air. Didnāt mean he wasnāt watchinā you thoughā both of āem watchinā the way your face twisted up in pure pleasure. See, Stack was a student of your body, and heād learned every little thing that made you melt. Smoke, grew impatient, he leaned against the hood and took a perked nipple in his mouth. Suckinā and addinā to your buildinā pleasure.
Takinā it like a prayer, chest risinā with every shaky breath as he slid his middle and index fingers along your slick entrance. And when he worked āem inside, it was like the world faded outāall that existed was sensation. You arched back, gaspinā like you were drowninā in him, begginā without words for more.
And Lord, he gave it.
He gave until your thighs were tremblinā, until his chin was glisteninā with that holy nectar only you could give. He didnāt speakājust looked up at you with them deep eyes full of care and heat. Even with all that hunger, all that want, he still held you like you were precious.
But still, that sober mind of yours couldnāt help but feel a little shy, a little overwhelmed at how easy it was to come undone beneath him. Like heād seen parts of you too tender, too raw. Like he was worshipinā youāchastinā you with every stroke of that tongue.
Smoke had moved ināquiet, steady, his eyes never leavinā you.
āThatās ānough,ā he said low, voice smooth like aged bourbon, but firm as steel. āYaā got her all warmed up. Now move on ālong.ā
Stack backed off with a smug little smirk, tongue runninā over his bottom lip. āDonāt take too long. She already tremblinā.ā
And you were. Smug muthafucka. Your thighs, your hands, your breathāall of it flutterinā like a moth to flame. He was a certified eater, somethinā different.
Smoke stepped between your legs, thumb dragginā across your cheek before his fingers slid into your hair, tiltinā your head just how he wanted it. His gaze searched your face, slow and intense.
āI missed you, Silk.ā
That sweetness caught you off guard.
He usually kept his feelinās locked up tight, like he was scared to let too much show. Sure, he had his vulnerable momentsābut this? The way he said it? It werenāt just words. It was low and honest, full of weight. Like it crawled straight outta his soul. You felt it in your chest, breath hitchinā, heart knockinā hard against your ribs like it recognized somethinā in him. Like itād been waitinā on that exact moment.
He was lookinā at you different now. Eyes a bit softer. Jaw relaxed. Like heād finally dropped whatever wall heād been hidinā behind. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinkinā back a tear you didnāt even know was there.
āI missed yaā too,ā you whispered, pullinā closer till your chest brushed his. Your hands reached for his face, thumbs grazinā along his jaw, tender. āSo fuckinā much.ā
His arms came around you thenāstrong, warm, familiar. And for a second, the whole world got quiet. None but him breathinā into your neck, and you holdinā him like he might slip away again if you didnāt.
āYou trust me?ā He asked, voice barely above a whisper.
āMaybe.ā
āNah, babyā,ā he murmured, leaninā in so close you could feel the heat of his mouth brushinā yours. āYou gone have to say it.ā
āI trust yaā,ā you whispered, and that was all he needed.
He kissed you thenādeep, claiminā, the kind that made your toes curl. One hand stayed tangled in your hair, the other slidinā down your back to press you closer, chest to chest. His mouth moved like he knew every part of you already, like heād dreamed it a hundred times over and now he was finally starvinā no more.
When he pulled back, your lips felt swollen, dazed, and he just looked at you for a second, real quiet, like he was tryinā to memorize this moment before he ruined it.āLay back fār meā,ā he drawled, voice thick as sin and twice as temptinā.
With even hesitatinā, you leaned back, stretchinā out across that car hood like you belonged there. Moonlight slid over your skin, kissinā it like silver fireāmakinā you shine just for him.
And Smoke? He got to work quick, fingers unbucklinā his belt with practiced ease.
āTold yaā, Silk,ā he muttered, hand slidinā down to free himself, his voice low and hungry. āI donāt play ābout whatās mineānow lay real still and let me show yaā just what that means.ā
Lawd, it was a sight. Both them men. Built like sin dipped in honey. Shoulders broad, arms carved from hard work, and bodies that knew nothinā but sweat and fight. Aināt no fluff on āemājust muscle, power, and pure heat. But it was what sat between his hips that had you strugglinā to breathe. Long, thick, and prettyāveins standinā proud like they was waitinā for your touch. It pulsed like it remembered you, just as much as your body remembered him.
Itād been a minute since you laid eyes on it, let alone felt it. But your body didnāt care nothinā ābout time. Nah, it answered him loud and clearāheat rushinā through you, thighs shiftinā, breath catchinā. You was embarrassed by how fast your want rose up, but damn if you could help it. You wanted him.
Eager. Desperate. Drenched in need.
And the worst part? He knew. They knew.
Stack was watchinā, strokinā himself to the sight of you.
He was leaned back against the car, one hand workinā slow, eyes locked on where Smoke had you laid out like a feast. Lips parted, breath shallow, dick heavy in his gripāhe looked damn near feral, but patient. Like he was savorinā every second before it was his turn.
His eyes traced every curve of you, glintinā like heat lightning in the dark. āLook at our girlā,ā he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse with want. āLaid out like a blessinā.ā
Smoke, then stepped in between your legs, slow and sure, like a man approachinā his altar. He gripped your thighs, thumbs pressinā soft circles into your skin, and leaned downāmouth ghostinā over your lips before he kissed you like he meant it. Like heād missed it. Like heād been thinkinā ābout nothinā but you since the last time you let him in.
āAināt nothinā else in this world I need more than this right here,ā he murmured against your mouth, voice all thick molasses and heat.
Then he slid ināslow, deep, heavy. A groan rumbled out his chest, rollinā over your skin like thunder as your body stretched around him, pullinā him in tight. He moved with that Southern patience, like he had all night. Every stroke hit deep, tender and steady, makinā you whimper, makinā your eyes roll back.
āElijah,ā you whine softly.
āMmm-hmm,ā he breathed, eyes locked on yours, filled with that soft fire. āThere she go,ā one hand came up to cradle your jaw as he rocked into you. āLook at me, [Name]. Let me see yaā fall āpart.ā
And you did.
Bitinā your lip, body tremblinā, you let go beneath him. Let him love you how only Smoke couldāfull of control, full of reverence. When you clenched āround him, cryinā his name like a prayer, he dipped his forehead to yours, ridinā it out with you, stayinā buried deep until every bit of his need poured into you slow and warm.
He pulled back, breathinā hard, eyes heavy-lidded with affection and heat. But before the sweat even cooled on your skinā
āMove over, nigga,ā came Stackās voice, low and wild with a grin on his lips and sin in his eyes.
Barely catchinā your breath, this crazy-ass boy went and hooked your leg up high, steppinā between them thighs like he owned the whole damn place. Stack didnāt askāhe never did. He just took, like the firecracker he was. Picked you up like you weighed nothinā, holdinā you flush against him, muscles flexinā under your hands.
Heād always been the wild oneāreckless, hungry for life, always lookinā for the next thrill. And this? This position he had you in? Had you clinginā to him like a lifeline. Arms wrapped tight āround his shoulders, legs locked at his waist, breath hitchinā as his mouth got busy on your neckākissinā, suckinā, bitinā like he was claiminā you all over again.
His hand slid down, rough and eager, guidinā that thick wood into your heatāfeelinā every bit of what Smoke had left behind. And Lord, he growled, deep in his throat.
āDamn, yaā messy,ā he laughed, but there was nothinā but hunger in his voice. āBeen thinkinā ābout this all damn day.ā
He didnāt ease in like Smoke. NahāStack hit like fire.
He filled you up with one smooth, greedy thrust, and you damn near lost your mind right then and there.
āShit,ā Stack hissed, head droppinā to your shoulder as he held you up like nothinā. āYou so tight āround meāclenchinā like you missed it.ā
And truth be told, you did.
His hands gripped under your thighs, holdinā you steady while he started movināāhips rollinā like waves, not just slamminā into you, but grindinā, hittinā deep, hittinā home. He wasnāt just tryinā to fuckāhe was tryinā to make you feel it in your bones.
āShit. Yes,ā you moan āloud.
āLook at yaā,ā he drawled, kissinā your jaw, your ear, voice thick with pride. āAlready shakinā fār me, baby. Damn. I aināt even got started yet.ā
He walked you to the side of the car, settinā your back flat on the hood while his body hovered over yoursāall heat and hunger. The stars above flickered like they was watchinā in awe. Stack ran his tongue down your chest, takinā his time, suckinā at every dip of skin like he was memorizing it all over again.
āYou know I love yaā, right?ā he murmured against your breast, voice crackinā soft like a secret. āLove how yaā moan, how yaā take me, how yaā let me go wild witā it.ā
Then he buried himself again, this time rougherāhips smackinā against you as he let go of all that restraint. His hand reached down to circle your clit, thumb movinā in perfect rhythm with each thrust, and your back arched clean off the car.
Cryinā out his name, and he laughedāboyish and breathless.
āThatās right, baby. Say my name, say it loud. Let Smoke hear it too.ā
Then you came hard, legs lockinā around him, body shudderinā while he kept drivinā into you like a storm rollinā through the bayou. Voice gone, body wrecked from one man and beinā broken in by the nextābut you loved it. Loved them. The way they touched you different, but held you the same. Like you were somethinā precious. Somethinā theirs.
And Stack? He didnāt stop ātil he gave you every last drop he hadāspillinā into you like it was his God-given right. Chest to chest, skin sticky with sweat, he collapsed on top of you with a low groan.
āDamn near saw the Lord just now,ā he muttered against your collarbone, laughinā breathlessly.
Smoke came up behind yāall, kissinā your temple, that slow smile on his lips.
āYou good, baby?ā he asked, hand slidinā over your stomach, down to where the mess of love and sweat clung between your thighs.
All you could do was nod, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, heart poundinā.
Because between the two of themāyou aināt never known a love so wild, so deep, so Southern. Your body was still tremblinā, nerves humminā from beinā stretched and filled by the both of āem. Sweat clung to your skin, coolinā in the soft night breeze, and your breath came out in shaky little puffs like youād just outrun a storm.
Stack was the first to moveāhe always was. Still catchinā his breath, he lifted off you careful-like, like he didnāt wanna let go but knew you needed space to come back to yourself. His palm slid over your side, reverent, his touch whisper-light.
āAight now, cāmon baby,ā he said softly, voice deep and syrupy. āLetās get yaā cleaned up, yeah?ā
He reached into the backseat, grabbinā one of them soft flannel shirts he always kept around, and gently wiped between your thighsātender, like you were made of glass. You winced a little, and he stilled.
āI got yaā,ā he whispered, kissinā your knee, your hip, your stomach like he was sayinā sorry without the words. āI aināt mean to go so roughājust⦠damn, I missed yaā.ā
Reachinā down, your hand tanglinā in his beard, thumb brushinā his skin.
āI know, baby. Me too,ā you murmured.
Smoke came round next, eyes darker now, but soft. He crouched beside the car hood, layinā a gentle hand on your cheek. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, then your jaw, eyes studyinā you like you were his favorite book.
āYou good, Silk?ā he asked, voice quiet, almost boyish. āNeed some water? Somethinā sweet?ā
Shakinā your head slow, still dazed, eyes glossy with love, you answer him softly. āI donāt need nothinā else. Just yāall. I love yāall.ā
Stack came back, slidinā his strong arms under you like heād done it a thousand times. Lifted you like you didnāt weigh moreān a breeze, settinā you gentle in his lap on the old blanket stretched out in the back of the car seats. Your back rested warm against his chest, his heartbeat steady behind you.
Smoke slid in close beside you, stretchinā out with a little grunt as he curled up at your side. His palm found your thigh, drawinā slow, soothing circles like he was tryinā to anchor you right there with him.
Above yāall, the stars were shininā like spilled sugar across black velvetābright, scattered, holy. The cicadas had gone quiet, leavinā behind nothinā but the hush of wind and the thump of three hearts beatinā close.
āWe love you too,ā Smoke said low, his voice thick like molasses on a warm biscuit. āAnā we gonā keep on lovinā you like this⦠ātil lonely aināt nothinā but a memory.ā
Stack leaned down, pressinā a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, arms still wrapped tight āround your waist.
āOur girl,ā he murmured against your skin. āAlways have been. Always will be.ā
And youātired, full, wrapped in their warmth like a lullabyājust smiled. Sunk deeper into the cradle of their bodies, heart settled, soul quiet. Let yourself drift, safe and loved, right there in the arms of two men whoād burn the whole damn South down for you.
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