“You… are… an… arse,” George panted as he jerked against the ties holding him in place.
“Perhaps,” Fred replied, stopping his intimate perusal and glancing up at George.
“Just remember,” George rasped out, his breath hitching as Fred licked the exposed tip of his cock, “we are identical and I will have my turn.”
“Mmmhmmm,” Fred agreed as he pushed at George’s thighs, widening them, moving them higher to rest on his brother’s chest. “Look forward to it.” The words ghosted through the pulled fabric and rippled over George’s entrance. Over his lover’s moan, Fred asked, “Wonder if I can fuck you without these knickers coming off?”
Without waiting for an answer, Fred whispered a soft command, smirking when the silk split open and revealed the prize. “Why you dirty little boy,” Fred murmured, one finger slipping in through the rip. “You fucked yourself, dinna you? Made yourself all ready for me? Eager little thing, weren’t you?”
George squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Did just that. Come on, Fred…”
Fred rested his palms along George’s thighs and raised himself up. “Ask me for it, Georgie. Tell me what you…”
“Fuck me, damn it!” George cried out as Fred slammed through the broken knickers and into his arse, setting himself balls deep in one solid thrust.