Don't forget; grethan

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~12:00 AM~

"There are devilish thoughts to even the most angelic minds,"

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Sitting in the cold with Grayson with their bodies as the only source of heat- that was how the twins spent the rest of the late afternoon. Time slipped by fast as they stared into the sky in identical reverence.

The twins retold the greatest stories that they could dig up from their past, memories created from when they were apart. Ethan noticed the longing stares from Grayson as there were pauses between their words, and Grayson, in turn, noticed his own chest growing warmer with the small gestures of affection exchanged between them; holding hands, leaning their head on the others' shoulder.

The world around them descended into darkness as far as they could see, meaning they started to feel the frost forming and nipping at their pale skin. The twinkling of the stars and the sliver of a moon glowed brighter as the strange, swallowing darkness encompassed them. Had Grayson left the porch lights on, they wouldn't have been able to see the wondrous sight in the sky; the Milky Way galaxy.

Ethan felt as if he was under a spell; he took in the celestial scene before him, captivated by everything he saw. The vivid formation of stars above, the lake glimmering with ease, and the magical garden flourishing beneath the silky moonlight.

There were no city lights zooming by with dizzying speed, no nosy neighbors shuffling around, just privacy and peace of mind. It was completely tranquil, yet almost eerily quiet...

The boys decided that the temperature was unbearable, so they went inside and dropped their stuff on the kitchen table. Grayson removed Ethan's coat and placed it on the rack for him. The warmth of the fireplace was soothing as it wrapped around them, making their skin tingle.

"Come with me." Grayson said. His voice was soft, but Ethan detected a slight urgency in him. Ethan took Grayson's hand as they walked up the creaky stairs. Ethan felt that his teeth were still chattering; not only from the cold, but from nervous anticipation he was feeling as they neared their destination.

Grayson pushed open the bedroom door. Before he could shut it all the way, they were already kissing. They took it slowly, as if it was their first time. Their hands grazed smooth terrains of skin and cloth until they grew dizzy with love.

Grayson's scent alone was enough for Ethan to fall into an inescapable trance; the winding, never-ending rabbit hole.

Grayson guided the artist to the bed, gently laying him on his back.  He supported Ethan's head and their lips melded together. The older boy wrapped his legs loosely around Grayson's waist.

Ethan let out a small whimper when he felt Grayson grip the back of his thighs, only to push them apart. Grayson grinded in between Ethan's splayed legs, rubbing their bulges together. His mind was buzzing with lust, those tempting thoughts of pinning Ethan to the bed and mercilessly fucking him until he was convulsing, moaning Grayson's name.

Ethan sensed the same desperate urgency in Grayson once more, as the younger brother gripped Ethan's hips and held him in place. Ethan held the back of Grayson's neck and he felt something shift within him.