Nighttime Escapades

Another Kink Meme de-anon. I don't remember what the exact prompt was, just that it requested Sora/Roxas twincest. So, this was born. Not much else to say except enjoy!

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“Sora, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Roxas’ complaint went ignored, his brother instead stalking to the door and sliding the lock shut. He’d never seen such a devilish look on Sora’s face, the brunette entirely too happy with the way he’d tied Roxas to the bedposts.

“Really, Sora. What if mom and dad come home and find us? We’ll be in so much trouble!” Roxas tugged on the towels restraining him halfheartedly, knowing that Sora had made sure he could get out if he really wanted to. It wasn’t the first time the blonde had awoken in this situation, but things were different now.

“You never had a problem before,” Sora pointed out, sliding back onto the bed and nudging Roxas’ unbound legs out of his way. He didn’t waste any time, leaning in and nuzzling the blonde’s neck tenderly.

Roxas swallowed his gasp, squirming away as far as he could. “Before,” he said tightly, “we were at camp! Riku bribed everyone into keeping quiet and giving us our space. We didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us.”

Sora pursued him, stopping his retreat with a hand on his hip. “Mom and dad went out to eat. How often are they back before midnight?” He licked the spot on Roxas’ collarbone he knew would elicit a pleased mewl and wasn’t disappointed. Roxas shot him a displeased look, tempted to free himself, but he had to admit that his older brother had a good point.

“Plus,” the brunette continued, sliding a hand up Roxas’ side and smirking at the way his ticklish brother squirmed, “I left the TV on downstairs to warn us. If it gets turned off then Mom and Dad are home and I’ll stop.”

“No you won’t,” Roxas grumbled, but he relaxed anyway. “You’ll just gag me and keep on going, won’t you?”

Sora kissed him and grinned. “You know me too well.”

“I’ve known you our whole lives, so yeah.”

They knew it was wrong on so many different levels. They were twins (fraternal) and both boys, so it shouldn’t have even crossed their minds. But Roxas had walked in on Sora watching hentai one late night and things had escalated quickly from there. Mutual masturbation had turned into re-enactments into them consummating their relationship one night at summer camp when Riku had snuck alcohol into the place. Those had been the best two weeks of their lives, Riku ensuring that they had all the privacy and lube they’d need while they discovered that yes, sex was great!

Camp had ended a month ago, though summer was still at its height, and with it the awesome sex. They’d gone back to watching porn together and helping each other get off, but actual sex? Roxas hadn’t expected anything of the sort, not when their parents could find out. Socks could be explained away as teenaged boys being teenaged boys, and sometimes two sets of laundry got mixed together. This was way beyond that into “Here comes military school!” territory.

Roxas , knowing full well the consequences, was getting incredibly turned on nonetheless.

Sora pushed his shirt up, smiling at the sight laid out before him. “You’ve been hitting dad’s weights, haven’t you?”

Roxas blushed. “Yeah. I got tired of being a toothpick.”

Sora had never had that problem. Years of karate had seen to it that he was lean and muscled, though his choice of baggy clothes hid it for the most part. Roxas had been more interested in reading and video games, up until that fateful camp.

Sora traced fledgling pectoral muscles, oh so subtly brushing against stiff buds and eliciting a gasp from the body below him. “I liked you as a toothpick, though.”

Roxas’ attempted retort was cut off when Sora kissed him and he had to contend with a demanding older brother trying to reach his tonsils by sheer will alone. Sora was much less distracted, his hand grabbing for Roxas’ pajama pants and tugging the drawstring loose.

The muted sounds of television from the floor below suddenly stopped. The two froze mid-kiss, Sora’s hands halfway into Roxas’ pants. They shared a panicked look before Sora slid off the bed with a whispered promise to return and slipped out of the room.

Roxas strained his ears to hear what was going downstairs, at the same time kicking off his pajama pants and trying not to whimper at the way the air-conditioned air caressed him in his most sensitive place. With his hands bound there was nothing he could do about his shirt, so instead he wriggled under his sheet and let the soft cotton brush against his cock.

It wasn’t enough, he could tell that immediately. The sheet was tantalizing, promising more than it could deliver, and Roxas lost track of what tale his brother was spinning with the effort. It wasn’t until he heard footsteps on the hard floor outside his door that he froze, his hand frantically working to find the release on the towels holding him.

“We’re clear,” Sora’s voice alerted him and he breathed easily, relaxing back into the bed. Sora slipped back into the room, flipping off the lights before silently returning to the bed, door once again shut. “Well, sort of,” he amended, twirling a familiar tube around in his hands. “Mom and dad are downstairs and we have to finish this up quickly. Looks like you were trying something, weren’t you?”

Roxas shrugged, looking as nonchalant as it was possible to look when he was half-naked with his sheets twisted half-heartedly around his cock. “Well, you know. I get bored really easily.”

Sora chuckled. “Well, you did want me to gag you, didn’t you?” He rifled through Roxas’ clean socks and balled up one, planting one last kiss on his brother’s lips before instructing the blonde to open up wide. Roxas didn’t mind so much; he had firsthand experience with how loud he could be.

“Can you breathe?” Sora asked. Roxas took a few breaths through his nose and nodded. “Good.”

The brunette didn’t waste any time, tearing the sheet away and settling himself between his brother’s legs. Their only light was that of the streetlamp through Roxas’s window but Sora had always had the best night vision. He didn’t even hesitate when he plunged a slick finger into Roxas, the blonde moaning into his gag. He was still loose despite the length of time since his last encounter, a fact his brother noticed immediately.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been using my wooden sword.” Sora couldn’t decide whether he was amused or disgusted. Roxas nodded. “Oh great. Does that mean we’ve still been having sex?”

Roxas shot him an incredulous look. Sora added another finger to the mix while he was distracted.

“Yes, I was using my wooden sword too. What else could I do?”

Roxas rolled his eyes, then wiggled his hips invitingly to show he was ready.

“Yeah, yeah.” Sora kissed Roxas’ thigh and positioned himself, one hand holding up his brother’s leg and the other bracing himself on the bed. “Ready?”

A nod. Sora didn’t bother with being gentle or slow, plunging in and enjoying the strangled gasp his brother emitted. He pretended not to see the dirty look directed his way and set to work immediately. His first few thrusts were slow, seeking, but when Roxas jerked against his bonds and moaned into the gag he knew he’d found the other’s prostate. He immediately picked up the pace, not hard enough to make Roxas’ bed hit any walls but certainly enough to ensure the blonde, if he could, would be screaming.

Not that the blonde didn’t make an effort. The gag was soaked and low sounds were a near constant. Sora would have been more worried about his brother if he wasn’t buried balls-deep in heavenly tightness he’d had more wet dreams about than he could have thought. Instead he concentrated on keeping his own voice low, panting and grunting instead of moaning and shouting.

Roxas came first, hips thrusting upwards and semen splattering all over Sora’s face and still-clothed chest while the blonde tried to scream. The brunette was a heartbeat behind, biting his lip to keep his moan contained while he emptied himself into his brother.

They knew that their time was short, but they couldn’t help their satisfied pause while the euphoria of orgasm made its way through their system. Roxas was the first to recover, deftly undoing the towels and shoving at his brother.

A soaked sock hit the clothes hamper and Roxas whispered, “Get off!”

Sora shook himself back to the present and obliged, wiping his face and grimacing. “Never let it be said you don’t have great aim.”

Roxas, for his part, was rubbing at the red marks on his wrist. “There’s no time for that, so come on.”

Sora rolled his eyes. “Last I saw, Mom and Dad were watching Adult Swim. I don’t think they noticed a thing.”

Just then the light clicked on. Sora, in the process of tucking his cock back into his pajama pants, froze. Roxas, not even having that much of an excuse, whimpered.

As one the twins turned to the door. “Mom, dad…” Sora began, voice trailing off helplessly.

Roxas lunged for his sheet and covered his shame, blushing. “If you tell us what you think happened we can tell you if you were right?” he offered.

Their mother scowled and their father looked like he wanted to break something.

Sora took in their looks and nodded. “Yeap, it’s exactly what you think.”