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: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. Featuring:Prince Jordan has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Jordan was a beautiful young man. He was skinny yet muscular with defined pecs and a body he wasn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs, baggy pants and golden earrings, then a necklace with a sparkling sapphire. All the Princesses wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water.
“He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard they had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Jordan heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy beard. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was still doing a decent job at running a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Jordan?!” The Sultan, also known as Winston, barked as he stormed over. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Jordan’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Jordan. But he was also very protective, willing to chase away any Princess he wanted. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Jordan reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a kingdom that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Jordan reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Jordan complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Jordan insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Jordan’s face. “I love you, son.” “I love you too, Father.” Jordan sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. |
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