bakerstreet | otherwordly meme.

[It's a strange part of how they're both connected individuals that sometimes makes Caleb forget his own feelings are never a burden. It's just like his first instinct is to balance out whatever Nico is feeling, like he's deemed himself the most protective one of the two. The sword that strikes, while Nico is the smoother, steadier shield.

Speaking of striking (out).]

Don't be a hater.

[And while they talk, Caleb prepares himself and Nico a mix of their own, sticking close to his twin while the both of them focus entirely on what Jacob has to tell them. The conversation progresses until they're back on the couch; Caleb sits on one end while Nico's in the middle, seeing as he was the first to befriend Jacob. It may be conducive to making Caleb seem more distant, but he's just as attentive and participative, seeing as Jacob is turning out to be the highlight of tonight's crowd in terms of conversation and (skittish) friendliness.

He likes the way his lips split into a grin before he looks down and away, like he's embarrassed of his own smile. It's a play at coyness that the twins know too well; a demonstration that he'd probably be just as interested even without their influence coiling gently around his thoughts. All they have to do is make them a little more daring, less inhibited. He could just blame it on the alcohol.

After they've exchanged stories about classes, hobbies - even family - Caleb grabs on to the edge of the arm of the couch and leans forward, narrowing his eyes with a smile.]

Hey. Wanna get out of here? This party's pretty much dead.

[Jacob arches his brows with a compliant 'yeah, sure', asks where they wanna go as he waits for their cue to get up. Caleb assumes an awkward tone when he explains that their place is kinda far away, to which the boy enthusiastically offers the perfect solution: his own place, where he's got some drinks stashed by parents who've gone out for the weekend. Hence why it's ridiculously late and he's still here with a phone that isn't blowing up with text messages.]

[ Nico uses his nearness to provide a base level of comfort, something Jacob can feel secure in so it's easier for him to be daring; Caleb draws him out here and there, keeps him on the hook. Not that either of them work at it so consciously. They come by their social manipulation skills honestly - genetically from both mom and dad, and as a facet of how they were raised. Petra never needed to compel people to be interested in her, as how she functions now demonstrates, and practically all of Santiago's adult life was like this, although he tried to maintain a line.

He stands now and offers Jacob his hand to haul him up off the couch, just to initiate the contact that both the twins can now casually increase on their way out and to Jacob's house. ]

You're a lifesaver, Jacob.

[ With a wrinkle of his nose, Nico effortlessly implies all three of them are too good for this party, and at this point, who's to say that's not true? People are a lot drunker now, incoherent shrieks of hilarity coming from the backyard and various parts of the house.

Jacob got a ride here with someone else, but it's fine, he can sit shotgun and direct one twin while the other can lean against the back of Jacob's seat to stay in the conversation. And by the time they're making their way into the house, Nico is right there, leaning into Jacob's side as he laughs, warm and easy. ]

[Nico's the one who stays with Jacob for the most part, while Caleb snoops around the living room and lets them walk into the kitchen for those promised drinks. He's running his finger over the spine of some book when they both make it back, joining them on the couch in a similar echo of their conversation at the party. Similar, not identical, because this time Jacob's sitting between the twins, leaning back so he can exchange looks between them easily. They indulge in a couple of new topics, more alcohol and laughter.

Patience and preparation only last so long, though. With one last swig at his own drink, Caleb lies back on couch with Nico, looking straight at his brother before his (their) focus goes to the boy entirely. He's been fueled by them so much already that it barely takes one more suggestion in the back of his mind to make him look at Nico and lean in for a kiss. The twin he goes to first should be the logical choice, of course, but it's Caleb's treat to him, too. Not that Nico couldn't have just pulled him to him just as easily, but it's his brother's way of saying he's got dibs.

Anyway. He gets to watch Jacob and his brother make out for however long Nico likes. Then he's leaning in to kiss Jacob's neck and get his attention before the boy stares at him in a total daze. Then they kiss, and Jacob absolutely cannot believe his luck.]

[ If he were able to sit back and think about it analytically, Jacob might find it curious that Nico's pretend competitiveness is mostly gone, and that the twins don't have to consult or coordinate much. They just are exactly where they choose to be, and then they're bracketing him on the couch with barely so much as a glance.

But he's had a few drinks by now, and it all flows so smoothly, Nico's mouth soft against his like he's the one accepting Jacob's initiative. In the course of kissing, he subtly pushes Jacob back toward Caleb, one hand settling on his stomach. It stays there when the twins switch off, Nico taking his turn to watch. After a while, he presses the hand lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Jacob's jeans with a little tug to gauge his receptiveness. Not that Nico expects anything other than enthusiasm. ]

[Their kiss is a little less tentative than Nico's, like he was first offered a prelude and now gets to be eased into the next steps. They're not taking it slow, but not placing too much pressure all at once, either. It's a steady but continuous growth; Caleb makes Jacob's mind spin while Nico places the suggestion for more, and immediately gets a small but telling roll of the boy's hips hand-in-hand with a compliant - if not pleading - murmur. It's only after those first few minutes of I can't believe this is happening that Jacob even snaps out of virtual inactivity, hand firmly placed on Caleb's nape to keep him close.

That's when Caleb's hand takes a hold of Jacob's thigh, nudging his legs apart.]

[ It's a bit like playing a duet on the same keyboard, if the keyboard were thrilled to be played. Easy, but far from boring, because the fun is in the performance as much as it is the reaction - poor, lucky Jacob with his mind abuzz with delighted disbelief. There's a sharper intake of breath against Caleb's mouth when Nico trails his hand into the parting his brother created, a hint of warmth and pressure through Jacob's jeans.

Then Nico's head lowers, kissing the stomach revealed by dragging up his shirt, nuzzling a little. Jacob can have one hand on each twin's neck, dazed with the possibilities. Nico isn't doing much more than teasing, but even a little teasing can go a long way when it's both of them. ]

[Jacob's little murmurs become startled whimpers. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself, and his hands are a demonstration of how split down the middle he is, everywhere and nowhere all at once. Between not letting Caleb dial back and encouraging Nico to increase the intensity, his stomach twitches and his mouth gapes for a breath before leaning back in to keep the kiss. Caleb pulls away, though, smirks at the boy and unbuttons his pants without getting in Nico's way.]

[ There is some small temptation to bite. Not hard, not necessarily, it's just that the twitch of muscle under warm skin and beneath his mouth does something to him. Nico inhales deliberately, then limits himself to a nip as he nuzzles lower, hair brushing Caleb's hand as he finishes unbuttoning Jacob's pants. He too pulls up after that, though. ]

Lift up? And your arms.

[ Spoken smilingly, and like a request, but it's an order without literally being one. They have the best/worst of both worlds with the persuasion/compelling. There are still some things Jacob would refuse them if they only asked, but this isn't one of them. Nico will let Caleb continue with the pants as Jacob arches eagerly off the couch; he'll help pull Jacob's t-shirt off. ]

[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.]

Can we see your room?

[A not-order that implies a choice.]

[ If they weren't what they are, anyone else in Jacob's position would feel a pinprick of alarm, to be almost entirely unclothed between two fully clothed twins, both of whom are smiling as if at some secret. Some concern or confusion about how smoothly the night has progressed from party to here, not a beat missed.

Jacob only lets out a short moan, pushing up against Caleb's hand and winding his arm around Caleb's shoulders - are you kidding me? Yes - and Nico crowds his other side to reward him with a kiss and a second hand to squeeze his thigh. ]

Lead the way.

[ It might take them a while. If one twin manages to make a little progress, the other is slowing them down touching Jacob. Or it's Jacob who's getting distracted, trying to undo parts of their clothing as they go and mixing up what he's undone on whom; pushing Caleb against the bannister at the top of the stairs to kiss him more demandingly than he had before, then breaking it off to make a noise when Nico presses against him from behind, arms lazily enfolding both Jacob and his brother at the waist. ]

[Caleb's shirt is off and his pants undone, left loose around his hips, while both shoes have been lost on the trail up the stairs. He's perhaps the most undressed twin now, kissing Jacob hungrily with a sound that's just as much for him as it is for Nico to hear. Then another one, soft as a murmur, when Nico envelops the both of them and overwhelms Jacob with the heat and desire of two bodies at once.

Caleb is swelling now, rubbing up against Jacob's exploring hand, then his barely covered arousal. The twins cross when his other hand reaches around for the small of Nico's back, a pause from Jacob while he presses his and the boy's temples together. Caleb's eyes are closed and his body arched against the guest, but his focus is now streaming directly to Nico. Offering part of what he's feeling, opening up to whatever he may have to give in return.

(This is us. We're together.)

End creepy(er) mind link moment.]

Jacob, [he laughs, a little breathless, because he is now mindlessly showering him with kisses and suckles on his neck.] Come on. Don't get too excited yet.

[grin still playful, warm and accepting when the boy barely realizes his enthusiasm is getting in the way. He finally leads them past his bedroom door, and this is when the games from before take a step up. Caleb shoves him on the bed and makes him stay put, then walks to where Nico awaits.

Nico had less taken off or undone. His shirt, though casual, is mostly buttoned up, so Caleb stands in front of him and calmly slips every button through the loop. Circling around so Jacob can get a full view, he helps his brother shrug it off and goes around his hips to undo his pants, leaving them in place until he deliberately crouches down, fingers curled around fabric to help them come off.

Caleb and Nico almost make this part a performance, neither fully naked but exposed, culminating when he's straightened up and hugging his twin from behind, cheek to neck, eyes shut until the third party finally becomes part of the scene again.]

Do you like us, Jacob?

[It's a question that prompts the boy's brain to think about the flow of fondness that was already there, only amplified by their influence, relentless and intoxicating. An inexplicable kind of attraction that only seems to expand, making him look and sound desperate when he answers. If Jacob was aroused before, it's probably making every nerve in his body ache right now.

Yes - oh God, yes. I want you - b-both. Please. What do I do?]

[ There's been some mutual feedback all along, of course, but they've mostly just been playing with Jacob so far. It's not until Caleb opens up to him and they align, feeling for a moment exactly what the other is feeling, that Nico starts hardening for real. Not that rubbing up against Jacob is nothing, or that Caleb's small sounds, echoed unconsciously by Nico, aren't also exactly what he wants; the connection is what knocks down everything they set up. The twinned, asynchronous sensation of getting hard, basic as it is, reinforces each other's, the experiences for the duration of their close connection overlaid.

Laughing when Caleb finally gets them on their way, Nico watches Jacob's reactions from beneath lowered lids as Caleb helps him get his clothes off, nestles into him from behind. He reaches back to rest his hand on the nape of Caleb's neck, where Jacob had touched, a pose that makes him look as on offer to Jacob as, in reality, Jacob is to them. ]

Both? [ Nico laughs again, as if this is both a bold and delightful proposal. His stance shifts a bit wider, pushing back against Caleb as they stand there with Jacob's longing stare on them. His voice drops, quieter on his next question, as if to coax the answer out: ] Do you want my brother to fuck you?

[Caleb laughs with his brother, smoothing his hands down his sides to gently hold his hips and nuzzle his neck. Having him pressed up against his own body only makes Caleb's erection all too obvious, if not contribute to it. They're so attuned and receptive that this much proximity and contact fuels every single sense to another level.

Even the room seems to be changing with their presence - nothing but an illusion to the manipulated mind - with a slow, lazy pulse in the walls, deafening Jacob's own thoughts until the two boys in front of him are all that there is. His hands curl into his sheets, thighs sliding together with the discomfort of so much anticipation. Then he gulps, muttering a stilted yes immediately after.]

[ His smile comes with warmth and approval for this correct answer, all the benevolent reward for cooperation Santiago would have hoped they'd use in some other way. Nico tilts his head to give Caleb more access to his neck, the first muted signs of excitement making its way into his voice and the shiver in his body. ]

And you want to fuck me.

[ No more pretense of questions. Jacob says another gasping yes, will continue saying yes, whether or not Nico is filling his mind with that pulse that comes out of the walls and from inside Jacob, in the throb of blood in his body. ]

Take it off.

[ A little show for them, too, watching Jacob immediately, eagerly peel his underwear off, sighing as he frees his dick from the confines of the fabric. Flushed and straining, but Nico, or maybe both of them, wordlessly prevent Jacob from touching himself, and Nico feels an answering pulse in his own erection.

Then, finally, the twins come to him on the bed, an exchange of murmured questions - nightstand? Get on your knees - that get a frantic nod for one and obedience for the other. Nico passes Caleb the lube after squirting some into his hands, and settling down to the bed in front of Jacob. ]

[Caleb lets Nico lead the way, exchanging words and fitting their every movement together into something so smooth it's virtually coordinated, like they've done this with Jacob countless times. Change the names and places and it's almost always the same: the twins are a constant, the feelings they pour out and pull from their friends a cocktail that varies only with the subject, and the results, while predictable, are also wonderful every time.

Bottle in his hand, Caleb slips out of his underwear and slicks himself up, then leans over to press kisses to Jacob's back, soft bites and swipes of his tongue as he comes closer to his shoulders. His hands grab the boy's hips, steadying him in place to come up and grind his cock once, then twice, against the cleft of his ass with a sigh and a light moan. It's a suggestive movement at best, in no way invasive. Not yet.]

Tell him. How much you want to fuck him.

[His voice already sounds affected.]

[ Nico's eyes lift expectantly to Jacob, who flushes and stammers at first, until his verbal fumbling trips over itself at the feel of Caleb pushing slickly against him. A moment later, Nico's hands close around him, the lube warm as he spreads it up the shaft, and Jacob moans, arousal overcoming shyness. I want to, god, I need to, please, you're both so -

Variations on the same theme, still pleasing to hear. Nico gives him one lingering stroke and then parts Jacob's thighs as Caleb did for him. Reaches up between to press a circle against his hole, his other fingers brushing up against Caleb as he does so. ]

Open up for him, and then...

[ Then, as his hand slipping back to grasp Jacob and give him a squeeze suggests, they'll finger out them. ]

[There's just a sharp, subtle little exhale when Nico's fingers brush up against him unintentionally, tilting his head to one side to shower Jacob in more attention, kisses and tongue followed by the occasional bite. The latter never get too strong or alarming, just a tease like everything else is, and a dissimulated prelude for what the twins might just indulge in later.

It makes Jacob shiver, culminating when Nico's fingers drift away and Caleb's take their place, spreading his cheeks with remnants of lube around the two he'll need. The other hand grabs at Jacob's hair, loosening after the initial grip. Then he's pushing in a finger, and the boy is releasing a startled moan that's split between Nico stimulating his dick and Caleb preparing him to take his own.]

[ His touch stays light and frustrating after that squeeze, all while Nico makes encouraging murmurs, playfully pushing him to focus on what Caleb's doing. To be good and push back against the finger, tightness giving way to something with more give, as Jacob's breathing takes on an occasional whine. Nico massages his thighs and supports him as Jacob's knees shift a little more apart for Caleb. He's starting to lean down, urged on by Nico. ]

Come on, I want to see him in you.

[ He's pulling at his own underwear now, drawing his legs up onto the bed. Jacob might not last very long once they get going, but that's okay. They'll just have to do it again.

As Jacob leans against him, Nico reaches around to keep him spread for Caleb, nuzzling against Jacob's neck but ultimately looking up at his brother. Watching his face, dipping into their flowing connection. ]

[Caleb's breaths are a little stilted when he hears his brother, when his intentions seep into the electricity shared between bodies and then into their very own connection, dark eyes set straight on Caleb's.

He parts his lips to breathe in, his turn to look susceptible to his brother's influence. His mouth then presses shut again, gaze unrelenting, as one finger gives way to two and Jacob almost buckles again with another pathetic sound. Caleb curls his fingers inside him, presses and scissors them without taking it too fast or wasting any time.

As Nico shifts further upwards on the bed, the hand on Jacob's nape bends him over until he's on all fours. Caleb climbs on top, gives his cock a couple more pumps and positions himself, hand now sliding up the boy's spine, digging fingers back in his hair in a gentler manner. His eyes never leave his twin. Not until dick presses against Jacob's hole and, in one painfully slow but continuous movement, pushes inside with a restrained groan, head lowered and shoulders tense.]

[ He's still holding Jacob for Caleb when his brother finally slides into him. Their broken gaze doesn't break the connection. Nico's mouth falls open on a mirrored, soundless groan, feeling it himself - Jacob stretching slickly open around his own cock, hot inside, just as good if not better that it's really Caleb's.

Jacob moans with much less restraint. Little of that is left to him at this point, which the twins have guaranteed feels good. With a sinuous movement of his lower back and hips, limited by Caleb's gentle grip in his hair, he presses his ass back against Caleb to get him in as deep as possible. Nico lies back now, knees rising as he situates himself better and reaches for Jacob's still slick cock. Caleb will have to help him with the positioning. ]

Fuck yes, come on -

[Caleb's chin tips upwards, indulging in how good it makes his brother feel as much it makes him feel, tight but warm pressure enveloping him every time he pushes further inside and rolls his hips back out. Jacob's eagerness is a welcome addition, making his lips stretch into a easy grin, biting down on his lower lip the moment he catches himself before either of them get into a steady pace and Nico ends up just a viewer. Not that he wouldn't be able to get off from empathy alone, but Caleb will demand that Jacob takes care of him all the same.]

Don't - keep him waiting, Jacob -

[He lowers himself with those words, smiling still, applying weight over the boy's body to bring him close and between Nico's parted legs. He makes more noises, mutters a wait, let me just - I just need to - before Caleb urges him on again, a final push before Jacob does the rest on his own and, in a weird mix of eager and hesitant, slides his cock inside Nico's body.]

Ahh - yeah -

[Just as Nico felt Caleb's every sensation, it's all echoing inside him now.]

[ The muscles in his legs and stomach flex as Caleb maneuvers them both down, with Nico willingly folding up as the head nudges bluntly up against him, then Jacob finally pushes in. Nico lets out a low hissing moan, one hand coming up to join Caleb's in Jacob's hair. The overlap of their fingers is a minute representation of the overlapping sensations, fueling another, more desperate sound the first time one of Caleb's thrusts pushes Jacob harder into him, too.

Jacob can barely move between them. As clumsy as it should be, he's gasping and rocking back and forth as best as he can, controlled from the outside as much as he is from within. His hand clutches at the bed as his head drops down to Nico's chest, an occasional oh god slipping out. ]

[His breath is harder now, rolling his hips to thrust harder into Jacob, forcing him to slam helplessly into Nico, too. His features twist in both pleasure and delight, wicked smile from knowing how much it's driving either one of them mad, with Jacob being the only one lacking any layer of defense against losing control.

His oh gods are accompanied by shaky limbs, muscles tense and sweat already starting to shine against flushed skin. He tries to come down to kiss Nico, moans helplessly when Caleb comes down to join them, a clumsy touch of lips and tongues while they all rock against one another.]

Touch him.

[It's an order without a drop of their usual influence to soften the blow, and Jacob's grip on supporting his own weight falters when he wraps his hand around Nico's cock, stroking him quickly, mindlessly. Caleb has to hide his face behind Jacob's shoulder just then, slowing down because the distraction makes him shudder and mutter a muffled mm into his skin.]

[ It's such a sweet gesture for Jacob to try to kiss him in the midst of being utterly used. He doesn't understand what this is; none of them ever do, but some of them only become crazed with greed, wanting to take and take, and some of them only give in and let themselves be puppeted around. Instead, there's the messiness of all three of them kissing, and something about the way Jacob retains an earnestness even when Caleb orders him explicitly. His hand quick, a bit rough.

Nico moans and arches, pressing Jacob back into Caleb, and Caleb's next thrust pressing Jacob back into him. Forward or backward, he's caught and there's no respite, just more stimulation. He's close already, making piteous panting sounds. Nico finally knocks his hand away so they can all focus, replacing it on the bed as he whines. ]

Harder - come on, come on -

[ The plea more for Caleb than for Jacob. ]

[It's when they get down to the wire that Caleb breaks away from the cocoon they've got Jacob enveloped in, weight fully supported on his knees while his hands take a rougher hold of his hips and he starts to thrust into him harder, skin smacking together with low grunts. It might get painful for Jacob, the way he's being overstimulated from both sides, but delight and delirium go right hand in hand when the twins are involved.]

Fuck - fuck, Nico -

[One breath after the other, gasps and shaken moans that almost drown out the very fucked up fact that Caleb is calling out for his brother and not the boy they both picked up tonight. Once again his hand grabs Jacob's hair; he yanks him up enough to make him arch his body and expose his throat to the twin beneath him. He can bite there if he wants, or they can make this a clean night after all. Jacob's been nothing but good to them, sweet and eager and extremely horny. Caleb can't say he cares either way. His hips finally jackhammer into him for a last few moments, then he's spilling with one frozen thrust after the other, features twisted with an obscene cry.]

otherwordly meme.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)