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. Harry and Tom practically stumbled into their hotel, one evening. They had both been out, getting drunk at one of the nearby clubs and could barely walk in a straight line. But the two brothers finally managed to tumble into an elevator again at 1 in the morning. Their hair was damp, after coming in from the rain as they wore their winter coats.
“Fuck, that was awesome.” Harry mumbled as Tom's eyes tried to focus on the floor buttons. “Which one are we again?” Tom asked, caressing the panel of buttons with his finger tips. “4. No, 5!” Harry said, giggling a bit. “Oh… Shit, I hit 3.” Tom said, missing a button. “Fucking hell, you’re such a lightweight.” Harry laughed as Tom hit the correct button and the elevator doors shut. “Shut uuup.” Tom said, amused. “You are! You look so good when you’re drunk though.” Harry said with a smirk. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah… I can't wait till we’re alone.” Harry mumbled, reaching down and openly grabbing his crotch. “We are alone.” Tom pointed out. “Mmm, you’re right.” Harry said before stumbling towards Tom and crashing their lips together. Aggressively, Harry’s lips attacked Tom’s, pushing him backwards against one of the walls. Their tongues immediately pushed through each other's lips and took turns exploring each other’s mouth. They hit the third floor and the doors opened to a completely abandoned corridor - but neither of the brothers took any notice. Tom and Harry’s hands ran all over each other’s bodies, feeling each other up as their cocks rapidly grew in their pants. The lift’s doors shut again and they felt the rumbling of the metal box begin climbing up the building. The echo of their lips smacking surrounded them in the enclosed space as their crotches were grinding against one another. Harry finally broke off of Tom and the older brother went straight for his neck. Harry moaned as he felt his lips passionately kiss his soft skin. As he looked over Tom’s shoulder, he saw the button panel, with one of them saying ‘Emergency Stop’. If he was sober, he wouldn't do it… But he was very much not sober. He reached over and pressed it, causing the elevator to halt. “What was that?” Tom muttered, coming off of Harry’s neck. “Time.” Harry answered before hurriedly fumbling at Tom’s jeans. “Fuck, you're so naughty.” Tom half laughed, watching his younger brother undo his pants, with struggle. “It runs in the family.” Harry muttered before finally pushing the denim down Tom’s thighs, along with the black boxer briefs beneath. His cock was freed from the tight confines - a freedom satisfying enough to make Tom moan. But it wasn't the cock Harry wanted. Harry forcefully turned Tom around, so his ass was facing him. “Oh fuck yeah, Harry… Give it to me.” Tom practically sang as he wiggled his bubble butt. If Tom had been watching Harry’s ass move in Spider-Man spandex all week, perhaps it would have been the other way around - but right now Harry wanted nothing more than to fuck his older brother’s infamous ass. “Urgh, I’ve wanted this all day.” Harry groaned after stripping off his big coat, Harry unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, feeling the cool air of the lift contrasting the musky heat that was living in his boxers. Harry spat on his cock - or at least he tried to. He missed and ended up hitting Tom on the cheek. “Nice aim, loser.” Tom teased. “Shut up, div.” Harry said before spanking Tom’s ass, harshly. His aim was better the second time around and he used his alcoholic saliva to lube up his shaft. Harry placed the tip of his cock against Tom’s pink, welcoming hole. “Fuck m-OH fuck!” Tom suddenly blurted out as Harry was already pushing his cock through his hole. He didn't hold back, either. His drunken state had Harry burying his cock into Tom’s tight tunnel, going balls deep in a matter of seconds. “Fucking hell, Harry… Why aren't you fucking me like this more often?” Tom whimpered, fingers scraping at the flat wall. Harry gripped his brother’s hips firmly, before soon thrusting his hips back and forth, harshly. He pulled back his hips so just the tip was inside Tom’s warm hole, before slamming the rest of his inches back inside. “Oh fuck yeah, Tommy! Take it!” Harry grunted, aggressively pounding into Tom again and again - clearly in a rush to breed his brother. “Oh fucking- yes! Give it! Urgh baby, just use me!” Tom moaned, slurring his words and stroking his cock as he felt Harry’s cock grind against his walls. “Argh fuck, you’re the best big brother, ever!” Harry moaned, giving Tom another harsh spank. “Mmmm, you know it.” Tom groaned, thrusting his own ass back into Harry. They could both feel their orgasms approaching, fast. Neither of them wanted to wait any longer either. The noise of Harry’s balls slapping was so loud, they wouldn't be surprised if the closest entire floor could hear it. Tom’s hand was soaked in precum as Harry continued plowing into the juicy, round ass. “Fuck, Tommy, I'm so close!” Harry blurted out, sweat dripping down his neck. “Oh, me too, bro… Any second… Fucking breed me!” Tom moaned, so loud his voice cracked. Within moments, Harry couldn't stop himself - not that he wanted to. He plunged every inch inside Tom’s tight, pink, hairless hole. “Oh FUCK! Ohhhh fuck yeah, Tom!! Ohhh fuck yeah!” Harry moaned loudly as his cock throbbed and erupted inside of Tom’s ass. Load after load shot from Harry’s mushroom tip and flooded his sibling’s ass. And that was enough to send Tom over the edge. His own webbing splattered all over the wall of the elevator. Rounds of his seed shot all over it and down to the floor. When they were finished, Harry slipped his cock from Tom’s ass. They stuffed their cocks back into their pants, slightly more sobered up from their intense climaxes. Tom cancelled the emergency stop so they could continue their journey up to their floor. “We-We should clean this…” Tom mentioned, pointing to the mess he made. “Here…” Harry said, taking the corners of his shirt and pulling it over his head. They used it to sponge up Tom’s thick, white cum. Just as Harry got the last drop, the elevator’s doors opened. “Ready for round 2?” Tom asked with a smirk as the two brothers walked down the corridor, towards their room. Harry had the cum soaked shirt over his shoulder as Tom fumbled at his pockets for the keycard. “And a round 3.” Harry chuckled, still rock hard. |
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