Mirror play (Tamaki) part 3/3
As the pressure in Tamaki's body grew he couldn't help but stroke his bother's length faster, more roughly. His twin, he could tell, was having the same problem, as his hand mirrored Tamaki's completely. Tamaki could hear him breathing, letting out little gasps and moans, and the sounds made him lose all sense of his surroundings. He moved his hand along his brother's length without reserve now, relishing in the heat being radiated, and suddenly he knew that neither of them could hold it in any longer.
Tamaki came with a gasp, the hot, sticky liquid covering the surface of the mirror. He fell backwards onto the carpet, staring up at the intricately carved ceiling of his bedroom, though his eyes weren't exactly focused. His breath came to him in ragged batches of air, and he could feel his heart beating hard and fast against his rib cage. After what seemed like ages passed, though it was only a minute or so, Tamaki rolled over onto his side, limbs limp and eyes half closed.
Hikaru and Kaoru, he decided, were two of the luckiest guys in the world.