Reunited

John was fast asleep when the door to his hotel room opened so didn’t know there was anything different until the lock clicked.

Waking up slowly, he ran a hand over his face and glanced at the time displayed on his phone screen. It was almost 2am; only an hour since he had fallen asleep.

With the realisation that something had woken him up, he clicked the light on and rolled onto his side.

Immediately adrenalin rushed through when he saw a figure standing in the doorway. “Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, pulling himself into an upright position, letting the blanket fall to his waist.

“Hi, John,” a familiar voice greeted, sounding equal parts amused and… something John couldn’t put his finger on.

The familiarity of the voice made the final cobwebs of sleep fall away and John found himself recognising the other man. “Rob?” It had been over ten years since he had last seen his twin brother, since their parents had sent him away for reasons John had never known.

In front of him, a face that even in the shadows was identical to his own couldn’t suppress a smile and the other man stepped further into the room. Somewhere in the back of his mind, John wondered how the other man had gotten into his locked hotel room, but he couldn’t verbalise the question.

At the side of the bed, Rob paused and crouched down, supporting himself against the mattress with his hands. “I knew it was you,” he whispered, his long fingers tracing the pattern of the blanket idly. John must not have hidden his confusion well because he continued, “My company are here for a conference. I saw you in the lobby downstairs and… Well, I followed you.”

Even in the low light, John could see a blush colouring Rob’s cheeks. “I’m surprised you remembered what I even looked like.” The words both came out more bitter than John had intended and sounded far stupider than they had in his head. They were identical twins, of course Rob would have remembered what he looked like. All he had to do was look in a mirror, for fuck’s sake.

Rob looked as though he had been punched in the gut and he recoiled so violently John thought he was going to fall backwards. “John…” He shook his head. “They didn’t tell you.” He scoffed to himself. “Of course, they didn’t.”

John didn’t speak. He continued staring at Rob, waiting for his twin to get his thoughts in order so he could explain himself.

Without warning, Rob reached out and placed his hand on top of John’s. Both gasped at the flicks of heat that shot between their skin. “I never wanted to leave,” Rob said, his voice barely audible even in the silence of the room. “Our parents, they sent me away. As soon as they realised what we were to each other.”

Rob didn’t elaborate on what he meant, but John didn’t need him to. They were shapeshifters. Genetically created to mate for life. Somewhere from the back of his mind, John remembered peaceful evenings curled up under the blankets with his twin, afternoons wrestling around in the fields with Rob, and sparks passing between them that their childlike minds hadn’t understood.

Their parents had obviously seen what was happening between their children and taken matters into their own hands; separating the two of them to stop the twins acting on feelings they would no doubt develop.

Why send Rob away, though? John thought to himself. What made him so different to his identical twin?

When he didn’t speak, Rob reached out a hand and cupped John’s cheek, running his thumb over his lower lip. Instead of pulling away, John found himself leaning into the caress and felt his eyes fluttering closed of their own accord.

It was embarrassing how easy he was falling into his brother’s allure and John couldn’t even pretend to understand it. But, based on the wide-eyed expression on Rob’s face and the way his breath hitched, he wasn’t the only one who was struggling to keep things on an even keel.

Without a word, Rob leant forward and pressed his lips against John’s. Again, they both gasped at the feeling of fire that shot through them and all intentions of going slow went out the window.

John pushed himself to his knees, leaning into the kiss and letting the sheet fall away from his body, exposing his naked body to the room. Rob groaned against his mouth and wrapped his arm around John’s body, gently guiding him to his feet.

Their tongues slipped against each other as John was righted onto his feet and John found himself bucking his hips against Rob’s without even realising what he was doing.

He groaned at the feeling of denim grating against his genitals and pulled his mouth away from Rob’s. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispered, reaching for the bottom of Rob’s t-shirt and pulling it up over his head before he could second guess himself.

When he reached for buckle of Rob’s belt, he felt hands cover his own and he paused, looking quizzically at a face that was a mirror image of his own.

Rob didn’t speak, instead he slipped his own hands down John’s front. John gasped and his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of a hand on his cock; or more accurately, as the palm of Rob’s hand covered his cock completely.

At just under three inches completely hard, there wasn’t much for partners to hold onto. Something that had caused John to shut himself away from all forms of sexual activity.

In front of him, Rob groaned as he palmed John’s cock. “God, you’re so perfect,” he whispered, pressing his lips against John’s naked shoulder.

With the fog of lust quickly settling over him, it took longer than he would have expected for the words to sink into John’s mind, but when they did, he felt a flush creep up his chest and neck. For some reason he felt the need to apologise for his lack of size.

When he heard the words, Rob sucked harder on John’s shoulder. “You have nothing to apologise for,” his twin assured him. Before John couldn’t argue further, Rob shifted closer to him, and John was positive that he’d forgotten how to breathe.

At some point while he had been stroking John, Rob had taken his own jeans off, leaving him completely naked. There was no denying the hard cock pressed against his thigh. There was no doubt in John’s mind that the size of their dicks was one of the few biological ways the twins differed.

Unable to stand the curiosity, John took a slight step backward; not enough to step out of Rob’s arms, but enough that he could see between them. Rob didn’t speak as John looked down their bodies; he simply let him discover the truth for himself.

John’s breath was coming in ragged breaths even before his eyes landed on the delicious sight before him. There, nestled between their bodies was John’s tiny, red and leaking cock. Next to Rob’s eleven inch, thick and purple cock it looked even tinier.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him at the sight of the monster cock and Rob smirked at him. “Our parents knew that something was different about us from the moment we hit double digits,” he whispered, placing a hand under John’s chin and pulling his gaze away from their cocks. “They knew immediately what it meant when my prick started developing the way it did.”

John was trying hard to listen to what Rob was saying, but he was struggling to hear anything over the rushing of blood in his ears and the voice in the back of his head that was telling him to drop to his knees.

Without thinking too much about what it meant, John did just that and dropped to the soft carpet below their feet. The action drew a low moan from Rob and, right there, John made a vow to himself that he was going to get that sound to come from his brother’s throat again.

“All…” Rob gasped lightly as John leant forward and flicked his tongue against the massive head in front of him. “All alphas have bigger cocks than their mates. But…” he broke off and panted heavily for a moment, revelling in the sensation of John’s tongue. “But I’ve never heard of such a size difference between mates before.”

Again, a swell of shame washed over John, and he felt his cock go limp between his legs. Of course, Rob really wasn’t interested in his baby-sized dick at all. “I’m…” He went to get up, but before he could move, Rob dropped to his knees next to him.

“Johnny,” Rob cooed, running his thumb over John’s cheekbone, “you’re not understanding me. I have never been more turned on in my life. Every inch of you is making me hot. I want to run my hands and tongue over every part.”

This time he felt another swell and instantly his cock was at full mast again, dripping pre-come onto balls that were heavier and larger than they should be compared to the size of his prick.

Rob smiled at the dazed expression that John was sure was on his face and surged forward, pushing his tongue into John’s mouth before the younger twin could even think to react. Not that the thought of pushing him away even entered his mind.

Instead, he placed his hands on Rob’s shoulders, curling his fingers into the other man’s skin as he tried to not pass out under the onslaught which Rob mapped his mouth with his tongue.

Rob’s hands were not immobile as his mouth worked to reduce John to a pile of lifeless bones. They were running up and down his thighs, teasing John with fleeting touches to his cock before backing off and heading back down his thighs.

After five minutes of being teased, John pulled away from Rob’s mouth, gasping for breath. “Please,” he whined when Rob’s thumb brushed against his ball again.

Thankfully, Rob sensed that his brother was getting desperate and decided to take pity on him. He wrapped two fingers and his thumb around John’s cock and began pumping as much as he could. There was no gentleness or softness to the action, but John didn’t care. He couldn’t care. All he could do was grip onto Rob’s shoulders and go along for the ride.

If John had been thinking clearly, he would have been embarrassed at how quickly he came, but he couldn’t have given less of a shit. With a cry of Rob’s name, he came in short fast spurts, firing off ropes of come from his heavy sack.

Rob smiled and continued stroking his twin though his climax until John was whimpering from overstimulation and he pulled his hand away.

Gently, he helped John get up from the floor and led him over to the bed, lying him flat on his stomach.

John was feeling sleepy, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that he had left Rob unsatisfied. Unfortunately, he also wasn’t sure if he could even move to do anything.

Luckily for him, Rob seemed more than willing to take matters into his own hands. Or rather, his mouth.

A pair of soft lips pressed against the middle of John’s spine, and he moaned sleepily at the sparks that shot down to his spent cock. Silently, Rob continued peppering kisses all down John’s back, not even stopping when he reached his arse.

Strong hands that had just been stroking his cock, landed on John’s cheeks and, a moment later, the globes were parted, exposing John’s virgin hole to the room and Rob’s hungry gaze and mouth.

John groaned deep in his throat the feel of Rob’s tongue swirling around his entrance, lathering him up well and truly. It should feel disgusting being absolutely slobbered on, but it just made John’s cock throb where it was pressed against the mattress.

Before Rob had walked into his room in the middle of the night, John had never had the nerve to tease himself to orgasm and now he was greedily chasing his second in less than ten minutes.

Rob’s mouth moved away from him, and John couldn’t stop the “No. Please,” from escaping at the loss of warmth and wetness.

Behind him, Rob chuckled and stroked his right hand over John’s arse cheek. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he whispered, running his thumb over John’s entrance. “I’m just getting started.”

There was a slight pressure at John’s hole, and he gasped when he realised what was happening. “Yes,” he breathed, pressing his hips back against his twin’s thumb. “Please.”

Lips pressed against his neck as Rob worked the digit in and out of his arse in slow movements, making no effort to rush until John was a panting, writhing mess underneath him. Just when John was sure he was going to explode again, Rob pulled his thumb out and replaced it with a longer, thinner digit.

His middle finger, John realised, his mouth falling open as he panted for breath.

Rob’s finger wriggled further into John’s body, almost like he was looking for something.

“Fuck!” John almost screamed when he felt Rob press against something deep inside his body and he felt a rush of cool liquid fill his arsehole.

“That’s the plan,” Rob whispered, more to himself than to John as he continued pumping his finger in and out of his twin’s delicious arsehole.

John’s fingers curled against the sheets of the bed below him under the stroking of Rob’s talented hands. “Please,” he begged. “I… I don’t know what you’ve just done, but I need more.”

The pumping continued without any sign that Rob was going to let up and it was all John could do to hold on. There was a wet patch on the mattress underneath him and he realised belatedly that he had come again, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was the slick feeling in his arse and the hard line of Rob’s cock that was pressed against his upper thigh.

“We’re mates, remember?” Rob whispered, slowing his hand before coming to a stop and withdrawing completely, pulling a desperate whine from John. “If you’re going to take my cock all the way, your pussy needs to be fully coated in slick.”

They shouldn’t turn him on. The words were meant to be degrading and emasculating, but they had the reverse affect on John. They made his cock harden for a third time and he found his mouth watering at the promise of feeling Rob inside him.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. His hole fluttering in anticipation and hips lifting from the mattress of their own accord said more than he could ever articulate.

Behind him on the mattress, Rob shifted, and John drew in a sharp breath. He could feel the head of his twin’s cock pressed against his now-sopping wet hole. Rob made no effort to move further inside John’s body, and John snarled in desperate irritation.

Above him, Rob laughed but didn’t speak as he placed his hands on John’s hips and slowly guided his eleven-inch cock inside John’s body. Because of the slick and the two orgasms that John had already had, there was very little resistance from John’s pliant body and Rob didn’t need to stop until he was buried completely to the hilt.

Rob paused for a moment, both to let John get used to the feeling of having a cock inside him for the first time and to let himself catch his breath. John couldn’t help rotating his hips a little, drawing an animalistic moan from Rob, whose fingers tightened on his hips.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Rob’s voice had changed; he no longer sounded like his brother. He sounded like he was only just managing to keep a lid on the more feral side of himself.

John chuckled and slid his hand underneath his body. He wasn’t reaching for his prick. There was a bulge in his lower abdomen that could only have belonged to the cock inside of him. He ran a hand over the slightly swollen skin, imagining that he was filled with pups and moaning wantonly at the thought.

He wasn’t sure if Rob could feel the action, but it seemed to be the final straw for his twin brother. His hands tightened on his hips and the cock inside him began moving back and forth.

It started in slow rocking movements at first, just enough to take the edge of the sensations they were both feeling, but it didn’t take long for the withdrawals to become longer and the thrusts to become deeper.

When Rob pushed forward so hard the bed bounced against the wall, John groaned, and his cock spurted come again. His balls were still so hard and heavy, he couldn’t understand where it was all coming from.

Rob’s pants were getting heavier as he pounded into John’s pussy, his own heavy balls, which were twice the size of John’s, slapping noisily against the back of John’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Rob muttered, snapping his hips forward violently, making John’s back arch in pleasure as his prostate was assaulted. “You’re so beautiful. I’m so close.”

John didn’t need the verbal warning that Rob was inching towards his own orgasm. He could feel the cock inside of him change and, rather than fill him with fear, he could feel himself growing hard again.

The more Rob pounded into his arse, the slower the thrusts became as the barbs John could feel spurting from his cock tried to desperately attach themselves to the inside of John’s body.

Eventually, the force of the barbs became too strong, and Rob couldn’t move any more. He arched his back, stilled completely and John felt a powerful surge of warm liquid spill inside his body. This was different to the slick he had been able to feel through the whole experience.

This was Rob spilling his seed deep into his pussy, the animalistic side of their nature seeking to impregnate his mate with as many pups as he could.

Rob’s hands slipped around from John’s waist and cupped his cock in the palm of his hand. Two squeezes from those strong fingers were all it look for John to spill himself for the forth and final time, the pulses coming almost in sync with the spurts he could still feel inside his ass.

The last thing he remembered before he passed out was the feeling of Rob pressing a gentle kiss on the back of his neck.