“Who’s on top today, brother?”

The question was purred into his ear, and Commander Abel Nightroad cracked open a blue eye to find Captain Cain Knightlord sprawled next to him on the bed, gloriously nude with blond hair falling around his face. Reaching up, Abel slid his hand through his twin’s hair, pulling him down for a gentle kiss, enjoying the feel of their mouths moving against each other with no particular urgency.

“I’m feeling lazy today, brother,” purred Abel, absently brushing his own silver hair out of his face. Cain chuckled as he slid a hand down Abel’s chest to wrap around his awakening flesh, and Abel moaned softly as he thrust into that light touch. Those wickedly clever fingers slipped farther down, and Abel spread his legs, welcoming the light touch as his hands buried themselves in blond hair. It was all part of the game between them, trying to get the other to break with the lightest of touches, pleadings for more falling from pale lips as pleasure was fanned beneath soft skin.

A moaning gasp was pulled from Abel as long fingers slipped past tight muscles, stretching him for Cain while spreading oil to ease the friction. Sharp teeth nibbled at his exposed throat as Abel started moving his hips, thrusting back on those wickedly wonderful fingers, but there was no begging, no pleading for more. Cain would have to work harder to pull those sounds from his brother.

“I wonder how lazy you are feeling,” purred Cain, his eyes flashing with desire as he slipped a second finger, and Abel yelped, hips arching off the bed as they found that spot inside him, sending sparks skittering along his nerves. “Are you feeling lazy enough for me to shove my entire hand in you, to feel you clamp down around my wrist as I stroke deep inside your body, filling you to the bursting point as you writhe on my hand?”

Those soft words combined with the gentle manipulation of that spot had Abel whining as the image described danced before his eyes. Instead of verbally responding, the silver haired man grabbed his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, opening himself completely to Cain’s eyes.

“Please, Cain,” he moaned, wanting to feel his brother deep in the most tender part of his body, stretching and filling him as his words promised. A delighted laugh was his response as three fingers slid into him, stretching and teasing. He moaned, deep and wanton, as his fingers dug into the back of his legs, desperate to keep himself open, and Cain’s laughter swirled through his head, mixing with the low moaning that was the start of a Martian sandstorm.

“Hear that, brother? Mars doesn’t like the fact your moans are more sluttish than hers,” purred Cain, dribbling more oil between Abel’s cheeks, and the silver haired man whined as a fourth finger wormed its way into his body. He thrust back on those fingers, feeling then slowly slide farther into his body as he forced his muscles to relax and accept the invasion.

Slowly, Cain fucked him with long fingers, stroking and petting as they moved deeper, and Abel’s ignored erection was painting his skin with pearly liquid where it bobbed and twitched with each move of those torturous fingers inside him.

Abel felt Cain curling his hand, and he whined as more oil was poured onto his skin, dribbling off the fingers wedged in him to coat his insides, sending shivers through his body. “Oh brother, if you could only see yourself. So open and greedy for whatever I can give you.”

Slender fingers wrapped around Abel’s forgotten hardness and started stroking. Crying out at the dual sensation, Abel started rocking between those torturous hands, needing more. There was a burning, stretching sensation before he felt his muscles relax, and he groaned at the full feeling, sweat coating his skin. The fingers inside him started moving, curling, and Abel gasped for breath at the intense feeling.

Then, Cain started moving his fist, and pleasure exploded through him. Screaming, Abel’s back bowed as his hips seemed to move independently of his body, thrashing between the fingers curled in him and those curled around him, both hands determined to coax as much of his pleasure out as possible. Then the hand was gone and something much smaller was slid into him, fighting the fluttering muscles, and Cain was thrusting, his gasping breaths almost lost in the sound of the sandstorm. Abel weakly wrapped his legs around his brother’s waist, too wrung out to do much more, and Cain sighed, bathing Abel’s insides with his release.

The blond stretched out next to his brother, both slowly calming down as they cuddled, uncaring of the mess that painted their skins. Reaching up, Cain brushed sweat soaked silver hair out of Abel’s eyes, and grinned at his brother. “What shall we do for an encore, brother?”