bakerstreet | otherwordly meme.

[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.]

[ The pain is all entwined together with pleasure of everything else, so that Jacob twitches and whines with every thrust, but not in complaint. He'll be sore tomorrow - if there is a tomorrow for him - and remember this fondly.

As for the name that comes out of Caleb's mouth, well. He'd gotten some idea of what was going on with them already, and that's merely a more explicit verbal example. One he's not even strongly opposed to, if he's only caught up in it for one night; it'll be a good story, assuming he gets to tell it.

When Caleb yanks Jacob's head back, Nico utters a strange animalistic sound, something that would be a growl if he were bigger or more guttural, and lunges up to bite. But his teeth stay human, and it's not too hard. From Jacob's full body twitch and subsequent cry, it's a shock, if not a bad one - he comes a second later, head held back, Caleb thrusting hard into him. Nico releases his throat, falling back to the bed with a groan, because he can feel Caleb on the edge, the shared urgency. He couldn't say who comes first, if it's together or not. He doesn't care. Jacob is slumped over him as Caleb empties himself into him, and Nico echoes his brother's cry as he splatters both their stomachs with messy spurts.

Fuck... Jacob moans, while the last few beads leak out of Nico. ]

[When Caleb finally slows down to a still, then pulls out, Jacob releases one last little moan, bravely fighting not to just collapse completely on Nico's body. He lasts long enough to have Caleb embrace him from behind, gravity drawing a slow stream of come between his legs. He's panting, chest heaving, so wrapped up in his own exhaustion and afterglow that he barely even reacts when Caleb's teeth do puncture the skin of his shoulder and draw out blood. It's a small enough bite that he should be able to hide it tomorrow, even if it'll hurt like hell. That's the least of his worries if either one of the twins gets too excited about the blood, though.

But he doesn't panic. He doesn't even question what's happening. He's completely dazed, out of his mind and malleable to the very end. Both asleep and awake.

Caleb's tongue tastes him in one last swipe, then gently lets him fall over. Jacob rolls to Nico's side like a lifeless doll, eyes shut and lips curled up in absentminded contentedness despite the wetness rolling down his neck and chest. This time it's Nico who gets bracketed between two bodies, with Caleb lying down next to him for their own embrace. Should he want to face Jacob and taste him as well, Caleb will be perfectly happy to just hug him from behind, fitting his knees up against the back of his brother's legs.]

[ Nico watches his brother bite into Jacob, mouth open on his slow pants, eyes fixed. There was no elaborate process of reason by which he decided to spare Jacob, nothing about him that was special, though he was pleasantly obliging and all the things that led them to choose him tonight in the first place. Only that this, and the small taste Caleb is indulging himself in, was enough, for now. Much like their life at the moment.

After all, Caleb licking the blood from utterly pliable Jacob is almost as good as Nico himself licking it, just like Caleb fucking someone is virtually the same, and vice versa. One can derive a lot of contentment from that; probably it's the only real reason the twins haven't gone for bigger and better much sooner.

Nico does face the angelically restful Jacob for a short while, cleaning up what his brother left behind - and isn't that a nice thought, that their awful powers might transport someone, temporarily, into a personal heaven? Even if it's not a heaven they would have constructed on their own? - but when he's done, he turns in Caleb's embrace and presses their mouths together as they don't so often do. It's not for show this time, with Jacob lost to the world beside them. It's to share the taste of Jacob's blood, and a deliberate denouement of everything else they've shared tonight. He can feel the slight shift of come inside him, on him. The residual warmth in the air from the frantic activity of moments before. And there are each other, mirrored entities of energy, a closed loop. ]

[There's a sharp little inhale when Nico turns and presses lips to his own, prompting Caleb to push out his tongue, softly, licking at the taste of Jacob's blood on them. His hand pulls him closer, leaving Jacob half-forgotten behind them, middles so close that a vestige of both Jacob and Nico's come smears on his own abdomen.

Once he breaks away from the kiss, a little breathless, Caleb's gesture is one more familiar between the twins - just pressing their foreheads together, eyes shut and lips parted, a kind of meditative moment where they connect to the sensations of each other's bodies, instead of just their own. He feels Nico's chest expand and release with every breath, the pulse beating in his neck. The warmth of his palms, his finger tips. It all comes to them in abstract manifestations, neither physical, visual or audible. It's something beyond the scope of any human's existence, both between and beyond realities, and one day the twins will have a wide enough vision of the universe to realize they'll be able to somehow reach that place together.

After a moment where either one of the three could have fallen asleep, Caleb remembers to split one of his fingers open and brushes his own blood over on Jacob's wound. That should be a good enough apology for something he's not really sorry about. Maybe better described as a condescending show of gratitude.]

[ Insofar as Nico gives any thought to the rightness of the universe, it would be moments like these. It would be a gift, really, if the world could be remade like this - like them. Everyone would feel a lot better if they could feel like this, here and now.

And he sees Caleb's gesture toward Jacob as considerate, but of course he does. It was a little blood, hardly a few mouthfuls each, and now Jacob will barely remember it tomorrow. Without evidence of the wound and no blood on the sheets, he'll just conclude it to be a wisp of a bad dream, whereas any other fluids on the bed will be evidence of the better one that preceded it.

The twins may still be there come morning, or they may not. Nico is content to stay where he is a while longer, at least, the skin of his stomach becoming tacky where his come has touched Caleb's stomach. Connected, as they are in so many things. ]

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