At the feeling of the wall being pressed against his back, and being pinned between it and his lover, Matt whimpered. He parted his lips and slid his tongue out, letting the muscle trace the outline of the bottom swell of Bruce's lip.
Matt's fingers brushed into Bruce's hair, pulling gently at the strands as his body pushed forward against Bruce's fingers as they touched his skin.
Bruce sighed and hung out, still holding his drink. He looked at the floor to give his twin privacy.