[The atmosphere is light and playful when Caleb shifts down, one hand on either side of Jacob's hips to start tugging his pants away. There's a break to yank off his tennis shoes and socks, then get the trousers until he's nothing but exposed skin, covered in the middle by briefs. Now there are glaring pieces of evidence scattered on the floor for his parents to find, should they decide to come home sooner than planned. The thought makes him smile, making it a shared joke between the twins.
Caleb slides his hand up Jacob's leg, back on the couch, leaning in to whisper the moment his palm cups around his crotch and presses lightly, feeding into the warm and increasingly louder buzz.]
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Caleb slides his hand up Jacob's leg, back on the couch, leaning in to whisper the moment his palm cups around his crotch and presses lightly, feeding into the warm and increasingly louder buzz.]
Can we see your room?
[A not-order that implies a choice.]