Featuring:Tom and Harry were in their suite, on the top floor of their hotel. They were just sitting on the sofa and although the TV was on, neither of them were paying attention to the screen. Instead, they were both softly making out with their lips dancing against one another. Tom was wearing some pieces of his military costume from the set of Cherry - something he would be wearing tomorrow on set. He was wearing the camo jacket and pants, along with the dog tags on a chain around his neck. Harry loved it so much - it turned him on even more than the Spider-Man spandex. The jacket was open and undone. Underneath, Tom was shirtless, so his defined, lean body was exposed for Harry to run his fingers over.
“I'm so glad you got today off.” Harry whispered, between kisses as it gradually got more and more heated. “Me too, darling. I missed our time together.” Tom whispered back, caressing Harry’s freckled face as they looked into one another’s eyes. Harry was just wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans. They both leaned back in for another kiss and soon, Tom was pushing Harry backwards, so he was on top of his little brother. Tom’s tongue pushed past Harry’s lips and explored his mouth as the younger sibling moaned quietly. Tom’s hips were soon grinding against Harry’s as they hungrily made out, with Harry gripping Tom’s messy, ungroomed curls. However, their moment of bliss was interrupted, when they heard a knock at the door. “Ignore it.” Harry whimpered when Tom broke off, grabbing his perky ass and holding it so their crotches were still pressed together. “Mmmm, you’re really that horny, huh?” Tom smirked before leaning down and pecking Harry’s neck with his lips. Harry nodded, desperately. “Then be a good boy and wait for me.” Tom said into his ear in a low, firm voice. Chills rushed through Harry’s body as Tom got up off the couch. “Awh fucking hell…” Harry pouted as he watched his brother walk out of the living room.
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Featuring:Steve attempts to enlist in the army yet again and after a scuffle in an alleyway, Bucky tends to Steve in more ways than one. Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, at a registration office, there were dozens of men in their underwear, reading newspapers and chatting as they waited to be examined and recruited. In the midst of muscle and skin, however, was a small, fragile, skinny boy named Steve Rogers. He had short, blond hair, a pale, narrow face and very pink lips. Finally, the man behind the desk called the boy’s name up. Steve folded his newspaper and stood up, before walking over with his half nude, thin body on complete display. He walked to the desk and handed his papers to the older man.
“What did your father die of?” He asked as he read through them. “Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry.” Steve answered, calmly. “I was hoping I could be assigned-” “Your mother?” “She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit. Couldn’t shake it.” Steve explained. The man’s eyes scanned down the long list of medical issues on Steve’s papers. “Sorry, son.” “Look, just give me a chance.” “You’d be ineligible on your asthma alone.” “Is there anything you can do?” Steve asked, desperate. “I’m doing it. I’m saving your life.” And just like that, Steve was denied. Despite his ambition to become a soldier and serve his country, his body wouldn’t let him. It was depressing and soul crushing, no matter how many times Steve tried to sign up for the army. Featuring:Being on the run was difficult. After the events in Berlin, the fight at the airport and severing ties with Tony, at least for now, Steve was forced to go into hiding with Nat and Sam. From motel to motel, they kept moving, with Steve growing out a beard and his hair, but still keeping his impressive, strong build. Tonight, the runaways had found a motel somewhere in a small, forgotten town. Steve carried the bags as they approached the main door, with them all wearing caps and sunglasses. But as they drew closer, they saw that there was a sign on the dusty glass door saying ‘CLOSED’.
“Looks like it’s been out of business for some time.” Sam mentioned, peeking inside and seeing how abandoned it looked. “Perfect. Means less potential people who can report us.” Natasha said. After the Black Widow finished picking the lock, the three of them went inside. It was a dusty, murky lobby room. It looked like it hadn't been open for a few months or so. “On the bright side, at least we have this place to ourselves.” Steve shrugged. “Aw yeah, I've always wanted a turd to myself.” Sam scoffed, flicking a switch despite the power being out. “It'll do. We’re only here for the night, anyway.” Steve chuckled. Featuring:It’s the last day on set for Tom as he’s filming Spider-Man. You’re staying in the flat you both were living in during the production, patiently waiting for him to return home. You watched some movies, ate lunch, texted Harrison and did all you could to keep yourself from getting bored. So you were pretty happy when you heard the keys turning in the lock of the door. You eagerly go to greet him in the entry hallway, only to see him in a strange attire. Tom is wearing a black jacket over a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. However, underneath all that, he’s wearing the actual Spider-Man spandex. It was pretty hot…
“What are you doing in that thing?” You laugh as he chuckles at your reaction, putting his rucksack down on the floor. “Nice to see you, too.” He says sarcastically, before coming over to give you a sweet kiss. “I begged and begged and the costume department has finally let me keep this suit.” He says with the biggest grin. “And you wore it home?” You giggle. “Well, I know how much it turns you on.” Tom smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you another kiss. This one was far more passionate though. He wasn't wrong, either. You feel the Lycra fingers run up the back of your shirt, stroking your spine and sending chills through your body. He gives a small laugh into your lips, knowing he had all of you. You pull at the jacket, stripping it off of Tom’s arms and letting it drop to the floor. “Mmm fuck… Bedroom. Now.” Tom soon growls, breaking off your lips. “You got it, Spider-Man.” You smirk, taking his hand. Featuring:Tom was home again. After filming for months, he was finally finished with Cherry. Tom and Harry flew back home, finally reuniting with their family. Ever since Tom found out that Harrison had hypnotised Harry, Tom had been determined to find out how to do it as well, so he could regain control of his brother and finally get payback. But it was a long process. Every day Tom and Harry were giving it a shot, hoping to finally put Harry under. The only reason Harry was playing along was because being controlled like that by Harrison was such a turn on for him. One day though, when the parents were out of town, Sam was just doing the laundry. He had picked up his washing basket and was just carrying it towards the washing machine. He was wearing a casual blue top and a pair of jeans and was barefooted. Sam was just about to pass Tom’s bedroom, when he heard voices.
“Just relax. Focus.” Tom was saying. Curious, Sam peeked through the crack of the door. He saw Tom sitting on his desk chair, opposite Harry who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Tom was wearing a tight grey shirt that was desperately trying to contain his chest and a pair of black sweatpants. Then Harry was just wearing a forest green top and a pair of grey shorts. “Tom, I don’t think just your finger will work. Harrison was using a tie.” Harry said as Tom had been moving his finger back and forth. “Okay, okay, let’s see…” Tom muttered, getting up and going over to his desk. Sam wasn’t really sure what they were doing, but instead of questioning them, he decided to just put the laundry basket down and watch. Tom was looking through his drawers in his desk before finally, he found something. “Perfect.” He smirked, pulling out the dog tags he was able to keep from the set of Cherry. “That’s hot.” Harry admitted as Tom sat back down. Sam frowned in surprise. Was that a flirt? “Let’s try this again.” Tom smiled. He dangled the dog tags from his finger, making them sway from side to side like a pendulum. “Now just focus. Focus on the dog tags.” Tom told his brother in a low, soothing voice. Sam found himself focusing on them too, staring intently at them. “Let my words wash over you. You’re safe. Everything here is calm and peaceful. Let yourself sink into my words as you relax deeply.” Tom continued. Both Harry and Sam found themselves becoming more and more relaxed, hanging onto every word Tom uttered. “Your eyes may feel heavy and want to close. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm.” Tom said. The twins’ eyelids were drooping as they fell more and more under Tom’s control. “Give your mind to me. When I say… ‘HypnoTwinned’, you will be under my control.” Tom said with a little proud smirk. “Now, when I say ‘Cherry’, you will be snapped out of your trance.” Tom finished, before putting his dog tags around his neck. “Cherry.” And just like that, both twins’ looked up. They seemed back to normal, though maybe a bit confused. “Whoa… Did it work?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as Sam did the same on the other side of the door. Sam was so confused. What the hell were his brothers doing? And how did that affect him? “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Tom smirked. “I felt pretty out of it.” Harry admitted. “What’s the trigger word?” “You realise if I say it and it worked, you’ll be my well-trained pet brother?” Tom reminded him. “Why do you think I asked?” Harry said, flirtatiously. Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Were his brothers-? “Hypnotwinned.” Tom said and like someone had flipped a switch, Sam’s thoughts stopped. Both twins went into a dazed state. Their eyes were half lidded and they both awaited commands. |
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