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“Stop being so difficult.” 

Lewis groaned. He rubbed his temple, already feeling the oncoming migraine from the sound of his mother’s voice. It was late, even for him. His bedside clock beeped, flashing the time in red. It was 4:30 am, Lewis grumbled under his breath as he rubbed his eyes. His mother was still talking, although with him not replying, he wasn’t sure who she was talking to anymore. 

“ Your brother needs you. Stop being selfish .” 

Lewis had to bite his tongue before he snapped at his mother about selfishness and what his brother needed. If he was in such dire need, why didn’t she deal with it? Why did it have to be him? It’s not like he hated his brother, quite the opposite. He loved him deeply, but it was ass o’ clock on a Sunday and it was too early to even be alive. He grunted, in reply to whatever she was babbling about it. He was starting to regret last night’s tequila. He turned to his side when he nearly jumped out of his own skin. Lewis raised his head and realized there was someone in bed with him. He wracked his brain but he just couldn’t remember their name. 

“ Lewis Seo, you listen here-“

“What?”

“ Show some respect! Don’t ‘what’ me.” 

Lewis rolled his eyes. He may still be tired but he was sure that he was definitely not going back to sleep. Sitting up, he grunted feeling the chill on his newly exposed skin. He swung his feet onto the floor, flexing his toes as he leaned his elbows on his knees. 

“What does he need me for? I’m not his keeper.”

“But you are his brother! You have no values, Lewis! Is this what we taught you?” Lewis bit back the urge to say that his mother actually hadn’t taught him much growing up, seeing as though he never even lived with her. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, scratching lightly at his close shaved undercut. He rubbed his eyes and his skin came away stained. Lewis grumbled, realizing he hadn’t removed his eyeliner from the night before. His bedmate began to stir as his mother continued. 

“Again, what does he need me for?”

“Your brother is going through a devastating time right now, I am sure he will appreciate his brother’s support.” 

“…did you even ask him?” 

This was always a problem with his mother. She always assumed what he and his brother needed, never bothering to ask if she was right. She operated under the idea that she knew them both well enough to know without asking. Lewis, on the other hand, knew better. No one could understand him or his brother except for themselves. They knew each other intrinsically, the way siblings did, the way twins did. 

“Lewis, stop being so difficult. Why can’t you think of someone other than yourself, hm? Purchase the earliest ticket. We will be seeing you.” 

Lewis let his eyes fall shut as the line cut. He breathed deeply through his nose and out his mouth, focusing on the way his muscles expanded and contracted as he tried to settle the rush of blood in his ears. There was no point in fighting it. Truthfully, if his brother had called, he would’ve flown in without question. But it wasn’t him, it was his mother and on principle, he always tended to disagree with his mother. Still, Lewis wondered what could have happened that even his mother considered calling him. He stretched his arms out with a yawn when he felt hands on his back. He resisted the shiver, feeling his skin crawl as sharp nails walked up his skin, tracing the ink on his back. Lewis sighed, he was really not in the mood. Shrugging off the touch, he stood up and faced the bed. 

“Um, listen… you have to go.”

“Huh- what?” Lewis winced, rubbing his neck. He should’ve worded it nicer but then again, he lacked the brain capacity to care that much in the morning. Clicking his tongue, he bent down and wore a pair of boxers from the floor. 

“Yeah, I’ve got to go, um, fly out soon. So, just… see yourself out I guess…” Lewis left the room, leaving the girl dumbfounded on his bed. He decided to give her some privacy, despite the clear indication they did a lot more, he just couldn’t remember that much. 

He shuffled into the living room, picking up his tablet before heading into the kitchenette. He boiled water while looking for the earliest flight out to Seoul. He wonders if he should call his brother, tell him he’s coming but then again, he kind of liked the whole surprise factor. Lewis looked up when the girl reappeared, flushing red in the face. She marched up to him, slapping him in the face and leaving with a slam of the door and yelled out ‘asshole!’  

He rubbed cheek, moving his jaw around. The girl was strong, he’ll give her that. Shaking it off, he purchased the ticket and charged it to his cars before heading to the bathroom to shower. It didn’t matter how expensive the ticket was, it wasn’t him paying for it anyway. 

His parents were rich, both separately and combined. They had gotten together in a traditional sense, matched up due to their status but his father wanted to move while his mother wanted to stay in Seoul. There was really no love there, as far as Lewis could tell. His father liked his mother well enough to let her do what she wanted with no threat of divorce. They had been fortunate enough when she gave birth to twin baby boys. They had no qualms separating the two at birth. Once Lewis was old enough, he was taken away to live with his father and pursued his medical career while his brother, Changbin stayed with his mother.

Despite the distance, Changbin and Lewis grew close. They spent summers and holidays together. The first time they met, it was an instant connection. It was like they had recognized each other immediately, not because they were identical but because they were brothers. Lewis liked calling Changbin his little brother, due to him being born around 5 minutes after him. He lorded this over him and Changbin always fought him about it. They fought, but not the way their parents fought. Once they were given cell phones, they kept constant contact. They became each other’s best friend. The two weren’t so different but as they grew older, the distance took its toll until the constant texts and calls stopped. Sometimes Lewis wonders what Changbin was doing at certain times of the day but he left it at that. 

Lewis dried his hair as he picked out some clothes, stuffing them into his luggage. He called the driver to pick him up in a few hours and then called his father about his sudden trip. His father seemed nonplussed by the spontaneity, absently asking him to say hello to Changbin and his mother for him. He rolled his eyes, he will truly never understand his parents. Lewis printed out his ticket, grabbing his passport and the rest of his things. He was standing on the sidewalk, leather jacket over a plain white shirt and grey sweats, when the car pulled up. Sighing, he popped in his earbuds and rested his head, letting his eyes fall shut. He had a long flight ahead. 

Lewis was glad his mother at least had some sense to have someone pick him up from the airport. He booked an airbnb because no way in hell was he staying in their house, especially if his brother wasn’t there. It was always easier to do family things when they had each other. Lewis gave his number and informed the chauffeur he would be sleeping the day away and go visit tomorrow. He trudged up the steps and reached his door, fumbling with the keypad. He sighed once he entered, leaving his shoes and luggage at the door. He had the place fully stocked and was pleased to see beer in the fridge. He flopped over on the sofa before taking a long swig. 

Lewis checked his phone, noticing that there were no new messages. His mother would know anyway, that he had arrived. He hovered over Changbin's number. It was his number for sure, even when the two would change phones and sims, they made sure the other was aware just in case. Lewis typed out a quick message before deleting it. He’s not sure why he was hesitating so much, it’s not like Changbin would turn him away. He might but he won’t actually mean it. Changbin was always the more emotional one of the two, Lewis guessed it had something to do with that. He vaguely remembers his twin mentioning something about having a boyfriend. 

What he does remember is the way he reacted, an almost visceral flood of emotion rushed through him like a raging waterfall. It had thrown him off-balance, no longer hearing the rest of that conversation. After a few hits of weed, he managed to calm down enough to realize that he was jealous. Why? He wasn’t sure. Probably because his brother had proved to be the normal one, the one who could have normal relationships with people and not feel disgusted with the idea of settling down. Probably jealous that Changbin had found someone who understood him, unlike him. That made the most sense to Lewis. They hadn’t spoken after that, he avoided his brother like the plague. He knew what people were like in relationships and he felt his stomach curdle at the thought of listening to Changbin wax poetic about his happy domestic life. 

He sighed, going back and forth between sending a text when he said fuck it and typed out a simple message. Lewis took one look before sending it and then promptly passed out from the jet lag. 

Im home. 

Changbin rolled over in bed to shut off his alarm. He had forgotten to fully close his curtains, the sun rays now aiming for his eyes. He fished his phone from under the pillows but it was dead, having not been charged after a few days of waiting for a text or a call. It was pathetic, he is aware but what else could he do when the love of his life called it quits after more than 4 years together? 

He rolled onto his front, the blankets slipping from his bare back. Stuffing his face in his pillows, he listened to the overwhelming silence in his apartment. Around this time, the cats would start wailing for food and Changbin would have to feed them, seeing as he was the morning person in the relationship. He felt his chest contract, squeezing his heart till it formed tears in his eyes. Groaning, he buried his face in his pillow. He decided to not get up, besides his mother wasn’t expecting him until lunchtime. 

He was fixing his curls in the car when he arrived at his mother’s villa. He had one of the butlers park the car as he fixed his sports jacket. He didn’t bother dressing up, his mom would get over it because she knew he was going through something. Changbin was dramatic, sure, but he definitely got it from his mother. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and realized he accidentally left his phone in the car. No matter, the only person who would even call him was no longer in the picture so Changbin really had no reason to remind himself of that particular fact. He passed the giant pool, seeing a few gardeners tending to the trees. 

Changbin often visited this villa before his mother made it a somewhat permanent residence of hers. It was tucked away from the city and it was quiet and relaxing. He was halfway past the pool when he saw the water ripple on the surface. He paused, he was unaware his mother allowed the cleaners inside except when they do a deep cleaning. That wasn’t for another few months anyway. Changbin turned and watched the water move as if someone was swimming to the edge when they broke the surface. A servant was by their side immediately with a towel as they climbed up the side of the pool. Changbin felt his jaw drop in shock. His pulse jumped and he felt his heart beat wildly in his chest. Clenching his fists, he watched the water run in rivulets on their shapely back, tracing the lines of the giant lion tattoo that stretched across their skin. Blonde hair was pushed back revealing the dark undercut, water dripping on the floor and on the attendant as he shook it out. He turned his head to the side, face half obscured by his hand before the man turned away, picking up his shirt on the way back to the shower area. 

His brother was here . 

“Lewis, stop dripping all over the floor. You are making a mess.” 

“Well, what’s the point of having maids if there isn’t a mess to clean?” 

“Lewis!”

Changbin held back a snort. His brother wasn’t actually that rude but it got under their mother’s skin so bad that he did it just to annoy her. Changbin cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the two. His eyes immediately fell on his brother. He looked… good, which was weird to say because they were identical but still, he looked good. Lewis straightened up, dropping the arm he had thrown over the chair next to him. They hadn’t seen each other or even spoken to each other in so long. Changbin watched his twin swallow, unconsciously mirroring the movement, before breaking out into a soft smile. Lewis smirked back, mimicking him in his own way. He didn’t realize how much better he felt when he realized his brother was there. His eyes were soft and Changbin knew how they looked when he smiled, the smile he reserved only for his brother. 

The twins shared a silent conversation, acknowledging each other’s presence before Changbin headed over to his mother. She was sitting with her back straight and hands folded while she tilted her cheek for Changbin. She looked unbearably smug and he figured it was her idea to call his brother but he couldn’t find it in himself to get annoyed, after all, it worked. 

“Mom.” He pecked her lightly on the cheek, breathing the jasmine in her hair. 

“Changbin.” He straightened up before looking at his brother. Changbin bit his lip before nodding. 

“Lewis.”

“Changbin.” 

His brother’s voice was rough, a little deeper than his but it was a comforting sound. He settled in the seat between the two and the servants set about laying dishes on the table. It was a wide array of foods, a full course meal, the way his mother liked it. It wasn’t unusual but she did break out the special china, which he thinks shows it was somewhat of a celebration. Although, he doesn’t think his brother picked up on that one. 

“So, mom tells me you have a problem.” Changbin nearly chokes. He shoots a glare at his brother who merely smiles blandly. He looked over at his mom who was simply cutting her food into even tinier portions. 

“I… is that why you’re here?” Lewis clicked his tongue before rolling his eyes. 

“I fucking knew it she didn’t ask you.”

“Language!” Lewis snorted, sipping his water before giving his twin the side eye. Changbin snickered, laughing into his own cup at his mother’s reaction. 

Lunch went on like that. His brother was his usual crass self while his mother scolded him every few minutes. Changbin smiled into his meal, he knew his brother was acting up extra to draw their mother’s attention from him. He was always protective of Changbin, even from their parents. It was sweet of him although most people would never call Lewis sweet. He likes to think his brother was only like that to him. 

Their mother excused herself, something about heading to her room to rest, leaving the two brothers to finally have time alone. They decided to head inside, walking down the hall side by side. Lewis had snagged a bottle of wine off of the table and the two passed it between each other. Changbin took a sip, taking in his brother next to him. Last time they spoke, Lewis had silver hair, it was admittedly a good look but only his brother would be able to pull that off. He wore his usual set of jewelry, the metal glinting in the afternoon sun. He was wearing a plain black sweater with a ridiculous looking pink fluffy monster thing in the center. Despite the dark aura Lewis tended to exude, he had a weird affinity for the color pink. 

Lewis took the bottle, tangling their fingers in the process. He could feel his cheeks warm, the alcohol was really doing its work. He bumped Changbin’s shoulder, drawing him from his thoughts. 

“Hey, you good?”

“I- yeah… good.” Changbin rubbed his neck, turning away from his brother’s knowing gaze. 

“Mhm, sure.” Lewis rolled his eyes. He leaned back on the ledge, propping his foot up before staring at Changbin expectantly. 

“What?”

“You know, I’d actually like to know why I’ve been bothered to come here.”

“Did Mom really not tell you?”

“She’s always been such a cryptic bitch.” 

“You could’ve said no…” Changbin leaned back against the wall, across from his brother. Lewis swirled the drink before taking another swig. He gave Changbin a pointed look, as if he was insulted at the insinuation that Lewis would say no if his brother needed him. Changbin chuckled wryly before biting his lip and looking away. He took a deep breath before looking up. 

“Minho broke up with me.”

“Who?” Lewis tilted his head in genuine confusion. Changbin looked at him like had just grown two heads before walking up to him  and punching him hard in the shoulder. 

“Ow! What the fuck!”

“What do you mean ‘who’s Minho?’, asshat! He was my fucking boyfriend for 4 years!” 

“Oooh, so that’s his name.” Lewis tapped his chin nodding when Changbin yelled, punching him again. Lewis yelped, rubbing his shoulder as his brother bit back a smile that inevitably pulled at his lips. His brother was ridiculous really, he hated that he made him smile over the dumbest things. 

“You could at least pretend to know!”

“It’s not my fault! I barely know the guy.” 

“Well, you would know more if you asked me about him.”

“Why would I care about him when I’m only thinking about you?” 

Changbin froze, one hand still on his brother’s shoulder and the other poised to strike. Lewis said it so off-handedly, his face turned slightly away. He could feel his cheeks warm. It annoyed him just how easy it was for Lewis to say such things and not bat an eye while it made Changbin’s stomach flip in the worst way. He halfheartedly punched him in the shoulder, pressing a little deeper and lingering before pulling away. Lewis cleared his throat before pushing the bottle into Changbin’s chest. 

“What, uh, what happened with him anyway?” Turning to Changbin, he watched as his twin chugged the last of the wine before setting the bottle down with a clatter. 

“He… he said he just, um, he wasn’t happy anymore…” Lewis let out a snort, that right there sounded like such a flimsy excuse for a breakup. There was no way in hell his brother would allow their partner to be unhappy. His brother was the romantic one of the two, he felt things quite deeply and was more in tune with people’s feelings. He doubts anyone else could make this Minho guy half as happy as Changbin did, Lewis was sure of it. 

“And you believe that crap?”

“Hey! Give me a break okay-“

“Shit, Binnie, don’t tell me you still love him?” Lewis turned to face Changbin. The other boy had his arms crossed, looking away. Mentally cursing at himself, Lewis lightly bumped Changbin’s shoulder. Clearly, this was still a sore subject but they both knew that Lewis wasn’t really the sensitive type. Still, he didn’t like upsetting his brother. 

Lewis sucked in a breath before bumping his shoulders against Changbin’s once more. The other boy huffed, keeping his face turned. He scowled, bumping into him a little harder before Changbin let his back face him and clicked his tongue, scowling. Lewis rolled his eyes at his twin’s sulking, usually he would ignore him when he did this. They were both extremely stubborn but Lewis knew that maybe his brother was a little sensitive today. Sighing fondly under his breath, Lewis let his arms snake around Changbin’s waist, hugging him from behind. He squeezed a little before hooking his chin to Changbin's shoulder. 

“Binnieee, Lulu is sorry~ Don’t be mad, baby Changbinnie~.” 

Changbin froze, feeling the breath sucked out of his lungs. His brain focused on the points of contact, feeling the heat from his brother’s chest on his back. Lewis hadn’t done this since they were kids and stopped around the time they went through puberty and became self conscious of their bodies. They hadn’t used those nicknames since then either. He adopted a baby voice, pitching it high despite the little gruffness, trying to aim for cutesy speech to get him to stop ignoring him. Except his arms were huge, just a little bit bigger than Changbin’s and he smelled like musk and spice. It cancelled out the idea of the cutesy feel he was aiming for. His breath was hot in Changbin’s ear and broad enough to fully encompass Changbin’s body. He could feel Lewis’ fingers fan out over his jacket, feeling the heat under all those layers. 

When Changbin didn’t reply, he tightened his arms and straightened up. Lewis brought his mouth closer to Changbin’s ear and blew lightly. He felt his eyebrow quirk at the body shudder he felt and the sharp inhale from Changbin. He squeezed a little tighter, drawing out a whimper that slipped past his tightly closed lips. Lewis felt his face flush when Changbin slapped at his arms, pushing off. 

“O-okay! Enough, stop. I-… I’m not mad. It’s just… I’m a little sensitive about it, okay? And yeah, I guess I’m not over him yet but we were together for 4 years. Cut me some slack.” 

“I was kidding, you can cry all you want. That’s why I’m here, right?” The earlier awkward tension had dissipated and the twins felt the air lighten. Changbin threw his arm around Lewis and the two strolled down the hallway in search of more booze. 

Their mother hadn’t reappeared after, so the two decided to spend the rest of the day together. Lewis was still a little iffy about leaving Changbin alone, considering how they were tipsy and his twin would be going home to what he assumed was a newly empty version of his apartment. He knew what it was like to experience absence like that. He suggested that he come over and Changbin agreed. The doorman’s eyes bulged at the sight of the twins and Lewis laughed the whole time as Changbin explained that he did, in fact, have a twin and no, he wasn’t seeing double because he was high and hallucinating. 

“Okay, just forgive the mess-“

“Just open the damn door already, my feet are cold.” Lewis shoved Changbin out of the way, cursing his past self for wearing trainers instead of the boots his brother wore. Changbin rolled his eyes and dropped his keys off to the side before heading into the kitchen. He busied himself with trying to find some fresh glasses when he spotted a mug in his dishwasher. It was a ceramic mug, lavender colored with a spotted pattern. It had a little engraving on the bottom and the handle resembled a cat’s tail. 

“Hey, do you have any- Changbin? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Changbin looked up and realized that his vision was blurred. His brother had dashed over to him, eyes clearly worried as Changbin clutched the mug to his chest. Lewis looked down, a little confused until it clicked. 

“…is… is that his?” Changbin bit his lip, feeling the tears well up in the corner of his eyes. He nodded his head, avoiding Lewis’ stare. His brother reached for him but Changbin flinched, curling in on himself as if he was scared that the mug would be taken from him. Well, Lewis was planning on taking the thing from him, after all it was making Changbin extremely upset. 

He sighed, putting his hands on his hips before he stared at his twin. One of the similarities they shared as twins was their tendency to be possessive. They hoarded their toys and tended to fight a lot when their parents tried to take away those things or when they took them from each other. Lewis learned to adopt an air of indifference bordering on apathy to cope, because unlike his twin, he didn’t covet things. He coveted people and one of them happened to be standing in front of him, on the verge of a mental breakdown due to a stupid looking ceramic cup. Lewis felt his fingers twitching, itching to smash the thing to pieces. His alcohol-addled brain had connected the source of grief to the little drinking utensil, as if Changbin’s distress would disappear once it is destroyed. 

Tamping down the violent urge, Lewis swallowed before approaching Changbin slowly. He stopped in front of him, Changbin still wasn’t looking at him and he held his hand out. Changbin stared at his upturned palm before looking up, blinking away the tears. Lewis felt his chest pinch, watching his brother’s heartbreak and the dark feeling in his gut begin to roll, suddenly awakened with the feeling of wanting to hurt the man that hurt his brother. He waited patiently with his hand out until Changbin sniffled, shaking his head a little. Lewis sighed but kept his hand out, staring down at the mug with disgust. Changbin bit back the whimper before slowly placing it in his palm. He resisted letting go until Lewis gripped his arm firmly. Changbin watched as he walked out of the kitchen area with the mug before disappearing into the hallway, the main door slamming shut. 

After a few minutes, Changbin was sitting on the counter top and rubbing his face. His eyes were dried up but a little red. He felt embarrassed at his reaction to such a small thing but it was a testament to his feelings, he supposes. He wondered what Lewis had done to the mug but he quickly shot that down, he needed to stop thinking about things related to Minho. That included any gifts or items that he had been given or bought for him. Changbin sighed, there was still a box of Minho’s things left in the corner of his room. He should’ve returned it but it was all he had left to remember that they even had a relationship in the first place. 

He heard the door click open but kept his eyes on the ground. He listened to the soft footsteps until the tops of his borrowed house slippers came into view. He felt fingers tip his chin up until his gaze lifted to his twin’s. Lewis was a little red, there was sweat on his temple and his lips were parted. He looked almost winded as if he had come from a run. He held Changbin’s chin, moving forward into the space between his legs and placing his other hand on the counter. Lewis tilted his head up as he leaned into Changbin’s space, his eyes flitting across his twin’s features. He felt his breath fan over his face from the closeness. There was still a tinge of sadness in Changbin’s eyes and it made Lewis angrier than he ever thought possible. He wanted to destroy Minho the same way his brother was destroyed, maybe even worse, but he knew if he hurt the man, Changbin would get upset. After all, he did still love him. 

Changbin held still, feeling his mouth dry. His pulse quickened, battering against his chest so loudly he could feel the rush of blood in his ears. He stared into his brother’s dark eyes, feeling himself sway into his presence. Lewis always had that effect on people, drawing them in like magnets. Changbin also fell victim to that pull, but he was only reminded of it when they were together. It pulled at his gut like the moon to the seas, feeling it hook into his tummy and drag him in. His legs unconsciously drew together, squeezing Lewis’ waist where he stood between his legs. He watched Lewis’ gaze turn half lidded as his own lashes fluttered, swallowing against the lump in his throat. Changbin felt his heart battering against his ribs. He thinks at this point even Lewis could hear it, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t even begin to think about. His breath stuttered when Lewis’ eyes dropped to his lips, his thumb caressing his chin. The tip of his nail barely scratched at his bottom lip but Changbin could feel his blood sing from the tiny point of contact. Alarms were blaring in his brain, rapidly sending mixed signals to his whole body. He froze, arms tensing. 

Lewis was protective, he knew that for a fact. He also knew that no matter what, Lewis didn’t like it when Changbin was sad and almost always set out to get rid of the thing that made him that way so that he felt better. It happened often when they were kids, coming close to just running away together when their parents’ arguments made Changbin cry. That protective feeling, it was like this but it felt different. Like there was an underlying current of something Changbin could not quite place, wasn’t sure if he even wanted to. There was a reason he didn’t bother telling Lewis about his relationship with Minho after that first time. He could feel it, call it a twin bond, that there was some sort of bitterness that sprung up when he asked if he was happy. At the time, he didn’t think about it, too lost in the happiness that was his first few months with Minho. Now, it came back and it was nearly overwhelming in full force because now, Lewis had a reason. Minho had broken Changbin’s heart and he fears that Lewis may not be as forgiving. 

Changbin spread his fingers out, unclenching his fist. The tips of his fingers brushed Lewis’ own where it stayed on the countertop. Their fingers were close to touching, both merely centimeters away. Lewis’ hand spasmed, letting his finger move surreptitiously as if afraid that Changbin would pull away. Changbin let his eyes fall to where their hands almost touched, his ears burning. 

There was a sort of fear there, that if they touched hands in such a way it would destroy the fragility of the intimate bubble they were in. Lewis wasn’t sure why his throat had gone dry. For all intents and purposes, the twins had done something far worse and far more intimate before than touching hands. But they were young then, still blissfully unaware of their own bodies, their own arousal. That was pure childlike fascination, the first time they fully realized they had a dick, as every boy their age had done, curious to see how it worked. 

This was different. Changbin couldn’t, for the life of him, say why, but this was different, it felt different. He let his fingers slot into the spaces between Lewis’. The tension was so thick, Changbin could barely breathe. He watched as Lewis’ index finger lifted and began caressing his middle finger. His breath trembled as he began slowly lifting his fingers from the countertop and slotting them properly into the spaces between Lewis’ fingers. Lewis took a deep breath as he held Changbin’s hand, letting his thumb stroke the back of his hand. He kept his eye on Changbin’s face whereas Changbin was staring at their joined hands. He took in the slope of his nose, the bags under his eyes. Changbin’s eyes shifted to meet him and Lewis felt his throat close up. His brother’s eyes were so expressive sometimes that it hurt just to look at him. Lewis could see the heartbreak, it was so clear but there was something behind his eyes that felt familiar in a way that shouldn’t be present, especially aimed at his brother. He took a deep breath before leaning forward, letting his eyes fall shut and missing how Changbin’s eyes widened before leaning his forehead against his. Changbin took a shaky breath and leaned forward, almost pushing against Lewis like he wanted to know if his presence was solid, real.  

They stayed like that breathing in each other, foreheads touching. It was intimate, far too intimate a moment to have between twins but that sort of thing didn’t matter to them. Lewis had dropped his hand to Changbin’s waist, squeezing periodically as he breathed. Changbin had his free arm thrown over Lewis’ shoulder, letting his hand hang loose while the other stayed in the warmth of his brother’s hand. Changbin could feel the tears return. His body crying out to be held, missing the casual intimacy he’s grown so used to having with another person. It was worse because this wasn’t just anyone else, it was his brother, his twin. The other half of the soul that they shared. His breathing turned ragged and Lewis rubbed soothing circles with his thumb, pressing down hard to ground him. Lewis carefully licked his lips, conscious of how close Changbin’s face was before he spoke. 

“Where does he live?” His voice was a rough whisper, still rubbing circles into Changbin’s hip. Changbin bit his lip, almost refusing to answer because he didn’t know what Lewis was planning to do. 

“Changbinnie... baby, where does he live?” Changbin felt himself weakened, his resolve crumbling at the wickedly familiar pet name. Lewis had his eyes open, watching Changbin who had shut his eyes tightly closed. 

“Why?” Changbin’s voice was a hoarse, harsh whisper. He didn’t trust his brother not to go apeshit on his ex that he admittedly still loved. Lewis was merciless, and he didn’t want Minho to get hurt. 

“...I… I won’t… Changbin, we have to…” Lewis’s grip tightened and released, as if he was unsure with himself. Changbin let his eyes flutter open, going nearly cross-eyed trying to look into Lewis’ eyes. He let his lips curl into a small smile, waiting for his brother to finish. 

“...Where are the rest of his things?” Changbin froze. He wasn’t expecting that. Lewis stayed quiet, tightening his grip on Changbin. Changbin hesitated, was he going to ask to burn them? Throw them in the trash? He felt the tears well up at the prospect of destroying such precious memories. He shook his head no, forehead rubbing against Lewis’. Lewis sighed, pursing his lips before softening his hold. 

“You need to give them back, Changbin. You need to let him go.” Changbin wanted to cry, of course he did. He knows he has to, he just doesn’t want to. He hears Lewis sigh again when he realizes he was shaking his head no the whole time. 

“I’ll come with you, we can drive there. You… you can’t keep those things.” Lewis was firm but gentle, he didn’t want his brother to end up in tears but this was the proper way to do things. He had done it for every break-up he’s had and he has had quite a few. Lewis waited for Changbin to really hear what he was saying and he watched his twin’s shoulders slump in defeat. He took a deep breath before pulling away, the cold air rushing to smother him after removing himself from his brother’s warmth. He let Changbin jump down from the counter, hesitating a little to separate their hands before ultimately leaving him in the kitchen. Lewis took a shaky inhale before heading to the main door. 

The two stepped outside, walking to Changbin’s car. Lewis agreed to drive as Changbin clutched the surprisingly small box of clothes and baubles to his chest. The streets were empty as they drove in silence, the soft staticky music from the radio accompanied them. Changbin mumbled a series of directions until the two found themselves in front of an apartment building. Lewis eyed it, noting how it looked pretty well-off and wondered if Changbin had accidentally fallen for a sugar daddy. He shut the engine off and the two were left with a streetlight to illuminate the car. Lewis wanted to turn on the seat warmers but Changbin hadn’t gassed up his car and he loathed to think what would happen if they found themselves stranded. He stuffed his hands in his armpits and waited, side-eyeing Changbin who was sitting staring at the box. 

“Do you want me to do it?” Changbin looked up sharply. Lewis just really wanted to go home and take a warm shower then sleep but they needed to do this and if they didn’t do it now, it might be harder to convince Changbin later. 

“Y-you?” Lewis shrugged. It was possible, after all they were identical. Exactly alike save for a few tattoos and their hair color, but that could easily be explained away as a post-breakup decision. Changbin seemed to be considering it, looking from his brother to the building. It was possible, really. Lewis didn’t even need to talk that much, he was painfully aware how much Minho didn’t want to see him. Lewis would just need to hand over the box, hell, he could just leave it at the door and come back none the wiser. Changbin bit his lip, fingers tapping against the box while Lewis waited. 

“Are you sure? Maybe it’s better if I-” 

“No.” Lewis shot down Changbin so fast his brother looked mildly surprised. 

“No? Why not?”

“Because… Because we don’t know what will happen if you see him. It’s not going to be easy walking away, let me do it.” Lewis was painfully aware of what happens when someone wasn’t over their ex, especially having to see them after so long. Changbin immediately shut up, Lewis had a point and he hated it. Sighing, he handed over the box. 

“Please… just be careful.” Lewis nodded, he thinks his brother wasn’t just talking about the box.

He exited the car wearing Changbin’s beanie. The collar of his jacket was high enough to hide his neck tattoo, it’s not like Minho would even be looking. He probably didn’t even want to see Changbin. It made Lewis angry as he entered the building. Changbin informed him that he would need a key since he had returned it when they broke up. Lewis knocked on the glass and he prayed to whatever deity was listening that Changbin had been to this building before. The concierge seemed to notice him and buzzed him through the second glass door. He swore under his breath, completely forgetting to ask which unit Minho lived in. He approached the smiling man cautiously, jostling the box a bit so it appeared heavy.

“Mr. Seo! Welcome back! It’s been so long.” Lewis smiled, pretending to struggle a little with such a small box. He isn’t quite sure he’s selling it but he needed to appear like he was in a rush. 

“Hey! Uh, is Minho around? My phone is dead and I wasn’t able to text him.” Lewis bit his lip at the flimsy excuse. Luckily, the man thought nothing of it and smiled warmly. 

“Mhm! I haven’t seen him all day so I’m sure he hasn’t left. Would you like me to ring him up to inform him you’re here?”
“No!” The man jumped at the shout, nearly dropping the landline he was holding. Lewis cleared his throat before smiling.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll just surprise him. He’s expecting me.” Lewis smiled before stepping away once he was sure the man wouldn’t call Minho. Letting out a sigh of relief, he walked to the elevator area. He was still trying to figure out how to ask for Minho’s unit number when he spotted the mail room. Quickly, he scanned the directory and spotted Minho’s name on a mailbox. He made his way to the elevators and punched the number of the floor. Lewis wanted to berate the lax security of the apartment but then again, he was wearing his brother’s face. From what everyone could tell, he was Minho’s (ex) boyfriend Changbin. 

The elevators dinged and he rolled out his shoulders before walking down the hall. He knows he should probably care more about his gait, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, but the closer he got to Minho’s apartment, the less he cared. He can excuse his own usual brashness and cold personality with the fact that Changbin supposedly had his heart destroyed, Lewis thinks that definitely warrants a personality change. 

He ended up in front of Minho’s door, gripping the box. His brother told him that it would be best to just drop it off on his doorstep, ring the doorbell and leave. Apparently, Minho had a habit of answering the door only after the second ring. If it didn’t come, then he would wait a few minutes before checking. Lewis sighed before dropping the box on the ground. He resisted the urge to step on it, crushing whatever was inside. He was still Changbin, and he didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama for his twin. He rang the doorbell once, lingering a bit just to annoy him. Lewis huffed a laugh, smirking. It was the little things. He made sure to check if the box was secure before turning to leave when the door swung open. He froze, staring at the man who was staring at him like a deer in the headlights. Lewis guessed that he looked almost the same. The man was around his height, short cropped dark hair and a big nose. He was broad, clearly cut but not as big as Lewis. He was wearing a zipped up jacket and shorts, but Lewis could tell he wasn’t wearing a shirt inside. He looked into the man’s eyes and saw fear and recognition. Lewis mentally swore, this was probably a friend of Changbin’s. He recognized him a little, seeing him in a picture Changbin had posted a few months back. He noticed his white knuckled grip on the door when another voice rang out. 

“Channie? Who is it? Is it food? I’m starving.” The voice was soft and sweet like honey. Lewis noticed how Chan winced, flushing a deep red that spread all over his face to his ears. The owner of the voice rounded the corner and froze in a similar fashion. He was clad only in a big black shirt and boxers that were so short they disappeared under his top. The long expanse of his legs were exposed and the collar of the shirt dipped to show off his collar bones. His face was sharp, catlike eyes framed by long lashes and a sharp nose. He was the type of beautiful Changbin fell ass over head for. This was Minho. He seemed to be holding his breath at the sight of Lewis at the door, clearly expecting someone else. Chan moved a little, bringing the door with him to cover his view. Lewis let his gaze move back to the man in front of him, feeling his eyes narrow. 

It didn’t take a detective to realize what was happening. Both their hair was messy in a similar fashion, baggy comfortable clothes and red lips. The way they both froze like they had been caught red-handed, and they were by Lewis, whom they believed to be Changbin. Lewis guessed, based on the frequency that Chan showed up on Changbin’s feed, that they were both close friends. Maybe even best friends, garnered from the guilt so obvious in Chan’s eyes. Lewis adopted a defensive stance, crossing his arms in a way that he knew made him look bigger. The anger he needed to feign wasn’t entirely faked. He simply had to let the dam break and the flood rage. 

“What the fuck is this?” Lewis stepped forward menacingly.

“Ch-changbin! It’s… it’s not what you think-” Chan had his arm out to stop him from entering but Lewis was fine with making a scene in the hallway where everyone can see. 

“Not what I think? So it’s not one of my best friends deciding to swoop in and fuck my ex-boyfriend after a week of him leaving me? Or did you not wait a week, huh? How long have you been fucking Minho?” 

“Changbin, enough!” Minho yelled angrily. He walked up to behind Chan, eyes blazing with anger. Lewis didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes looked him up and down, lingering on his muscled thighs. He should feel guilty for checking his brother’s ex out but what can he say? His brother had taste. 

“Why? You afraid that I’ll scare your new boytoy away? Tell me, Minho. How long did it take for you to call him up and bend your ass over for him? I bet you didn’t even have to ask. I think Chan’s always wanted a t-” 

The slap came out of nowhere. Minho had pushed forward, shoving Chan out of the way and laid a loud resounding slap on Lewis’ face. His ears rang, his brother’s ex seems to have a heavy hand. Lewis shook his head a little before looking back up at Minho. His chest was heaving and his face was red, jaw tense when his eyes shifted up before blinking confused. Lewis panicked, realizing the force of his slap had thrown the beanie off and revealed his blonde undercut. No matter, this would be over soon and he figures Minho would believe him if he said he had a crisis at 3 am. 

“Y-you’re blonde…”

“Yeah, so what?” Lewis hissed, rubbing his aching cheek. That was quite the slap, he had to admit. Minho was still staring at his hair when Chan spoke up.

“Changbin, Minho asked you to leave him alone and give him space. You should res-” Lewis barked out a laugh before turning his sneer to Chan. 

“Space? You want me to give him space? Why? So that you can come in and rescue him in his heartbreak. Don’t be stupid, Chan, you’re a fucking rebound.” Chan’s eyes went wide, shocked at the nastiness. Clearly, Lewis was different in that regard with Changbin. Still, it was excusable to be carried by emotions in a tense situation like this. They still believed he was Changbin. 

“You fucking asshole!” Chan pushed forward, rearing his arm back. Lewis took a defensive stance, ready to swing if he needed. The motion had accidentally pushed Minho into Lewis’ chest. Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around Minho’s waist and pushed him back, used to having to keep people out of fist fights that he found himself in. Lewis had his arm up to block Chan’s first punch, missing the way Minho gasped when Lewis let him fall behind him and grabbed Chan’s arm. Lewis laid one solid punch to Chan’s stomach, not wanting to actually hurt him or get arrested. Chan groaned, looking like he was about to hit again when he felt smaller fists on his back. 

“Stop! Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Lewis quickly let go and Chan staggered backward, still clutching his stomach. Oddly enough, Minho stayed behind Lewis, fists still pressed against his shoulders. He panted, watching Chan gather himself. He looked betrayed, angry, sad and guilty all at the same time. Lewis winced internally, hopefully Chan would forgive ‘Changbin’, but really it was Changbin who should be angry with him. His gaze shifted to past his shoulder and Lewis guessed that he was looking at Minho. None of them moved, the hallways filling with the sounds of their harsh breath. He felt Minho’s fists unfurl, pressing a hot brand against the breadth of his shoulders. 

“Chan… go back inside. Let me... have a word with Changbin.” Chan looked even more sad, like a kicked puppy. Lewis grimaced before clearing his throat. The two looked at him, somewhat anxious before he nudged the box he left on the ground with his foot. Minho made a soft noise of surprise behind him and Chan’s eyes widened. He bent down to pick the box up. It was obvious what it was, the huge sprawling ‘To: Minho’ in Changbin’s messy handwriting was hard to miss. Chan took one last look at the both of them before entering Minho’s apartment, leaving the door just a crack open in case Minho needed a hasty escape. 

Lewis breathed raggedly, licking his dry lips. This was going the exact opposite of how they had planned. Not only did ‘Changbin’ get caught in a fight, Lewis caught his brother’s ex sleeping with his friend, punched said friend in the stomach and probably irreversibly damaged their friendship. He hopes Changbin forgives him. He was still lost in his thoughts when Minho stepped around from behind him, his hand lingering before dropping. Lewis felt his stomach drop, swallowing against the dryness in his throat as he watched Minho slowly make his way to stand across him. He leaned against the wall, arching his back a bit, squeezing his thighs together. He was holding one arm behind him, the other hanging by his side. He looked at Lewis from under his lashes, biting his lower lip. 

“What happened to you…” It sounded rhetorical. Minho’s voice was soft, caressing Lewis’ ears. He felt his hackles rise, beginning to see why Changbin had fallen for him so easily. He crossed his arms, shrugging. 

“Why do you care? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.” 

“I never said that.” Truthfully, Lewis didn’t know if he did or didn’t say that but he could infer that it was something along those lines. He was biting his lip, looking down the hall or at the floor as he made his way towards Minho. He looked nonchalant, his poker face was impeccable but he made sure to let a little sadness bleed into eyes, anger, jealousy.  

“Really? I could have sworn that’s what you meant when you broke up with me.” Minho grumbled under his breath. Lewis had to bite down on his lip a bit harder, this man was so easy to rile up. 

“Changbin… I told you why, I’m just not-”

“Happy? Well, does he make you happy?” Lewis is grateful he had asked earlier why they broke up. He looked at Minho head on, much closer now. Minho’s lips stayed parted where Lewis had cut him off and it took an embarrassing amount of effort to avoid looking at them. Minho blinked a few times before biting lip and looking down as if he was ashamed.

“Does it matter if he does?”

“Of course, it matters.”

Lewis is surprised at how strong his conviction sounded. Minho’s eyes snapped up as if he too was surprised at his answer. Lewis watched his feet move even closer, crowding Minho against the wall. Minho was taller than him by a few inches but Lewis was wider and it made Minho look smaller in comparison. Minho’s ears tinged red, turning his face away to hide the blush. He had clasped both arms behind him, leaving his front completely open and Lewis began to think that he had done so on purpose. He leaned as close as he could and cautiously placed one hand on the wall close to Minho’s head. Minho froze minutely, Lewis would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking. From this distance, Lewis could almost count his long lashes, seeing the little mole on the tip of his nose. Minho swallowed audibly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“We aren’t together, Changbin, you shouldn’t care about me anymore.” Lewis felt a sort of righteous fury swell, almost forgetting that Minho was the man that broke Changbin’s heart. He had to shake those thoughts off and they were replaced with anger. This man was with his brother for 4 years, why he thought Changbin would ever stop loving him simply because they broke up was beyond him. Lewis felt the burning anger rear its ugly head once more, how low did Minho see his brother that he believed Changbin would ever want to wish him ill simply because he broke his heart. Truly, this man didn’t deserve Changbin. Lewis let his lips curl into a smirk, it looked odd on Changbin’s face to wear such a sly smile but Lewis embraced it. Carefully, he lifted his free hand to tip Minho’s face up towards him. Minho went easily, his pupils were blown wide. Lewis let the smirk melt into something more sincere, hoping his eyes looked sad enough. He leaned even more into Minho’s space, knowing the other man could smell the spiciness of his cologne. He tilted his head and stared right into Minho’s eyes. 

“But I do care about you, darling. I love you, Minho, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

Lewis prayed that the item he saw addressed from ‘darling’ that he spotted on Changbin’s dresser was from Minho. He watched Minho turn into putty in his hand, melting against him. Lewis let him grip the front of his coat as he panted, his breath hot on his lips. He felt his hand curl into a fist on the wall, his muscles tensing. This was wrong, he needed to leave. This was his brother’s ex and Minho clearly believed he was Changbin, the sheer damage he could do was immense but something in the way Minho held onto him, stared at him with hunger and want, felt like too much to pull away from. With little resistance on his part, Minho smashed their lips together. He gripped Minho’s chin hard and Minho moaned low, pressing his whole front up against Lewis. Lewis growled low, spurring Minho on. He licked at his lips before letting his tongue snake into his mouth. Minho wrapped his arms around his neck, one hand buried his hair while the other dug into the meat of his shoulder. Lewis swore against his lips, kissing him back hard. He let his one hand trail downward grip his ass, squeezing before moving down to his huge thighs. Minho moaned shamelessly, wrapping one leg around his waist. Lewis held it up, gripping the underside of his thighs as Minho stood on his tiptoe. He pressed Minho against the wall, trapping him against his body. They kissed until their own bodies ripped them apart, lungs burning for the need of oxygen. Minho looked ravaged, blotchy red and panting but Lewis wasn’t satisfied. He dove and began biting at his neck and shoulders. Minho held him close, tilting his head up to give him space. Lewis bit down viciously, uncaring of the shouts and gasps he was pulling out of Minho. He could feel him harden against his hip, the shirt tenting as his boxers did almost nothing to hide his arousal. Minho moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Lewis licked and bit at his exposed skin. He pulled the shirt collar, stretching it more without care. He groped Minho’s ass, fingers dancing between his asscheeks and making him tense. Minho pulled his hair, forcing him off of his neck and kissed him harshly. Lewis groaned, feeling himself harden as Minho bit his lips. He squeezed his thighs and waist a little too hard, probably leaving bruises. Lewis felt something flare in his chest at the thought of leaving his mark on Minho, some sick twisted emotion wanted him to fuck the man writhing against him until he cried out his name. 

He tells himself its for revenge, to fuck with Minho in a way Changbin couldn’t, fucking him raw until he went dumb and then leaving without a trace. He ignores the coiling snake of jealousy that wrapped around his chest, sinking its fangs into his heart, making him crave the residue of Changbin on Minho’s lips, to take what was left of Changbin from Minho’s body and keep it for himself. Lewis plunged his tongue into Minho’s mouth, licking all around and behind his teeth like he was looking for the remnants of Changbin’s kiss inside his mouth. Minho moaned, his hips stuttering as he gripped his ass, fingers brushing against his thinly covered hole. He could do it here, in the hallway, take Minho for everyone to see. Use him to get off then leave him on the floor, he didn’t have a condom but he thinks Minho didn’t mind since he and Changbin have been exclusive for 4 years. He could fuck him, make him scream Changbin’s names until the neighbors come out and watch him fall apart under Lewis’ touch then leave him with his cum dripping out of his ass. Lewis hadn’t realized he was grinding against Minho until Minho keened, squeezing legs before humping his thigh. 

“Ch-changbin, changbin, chang-ah! Fuck, fuck me, fuck me, please, I miss yo-ah! Changbin!” Lewis grabbed Minho by the jaw and kissed him, shutting him up. His hips continued to roll against Lewis as he pressed his thigh against him. He squeezed the sides of his cheeks hard, anger fuelled by the sound of his brother’s name on Minho’s lips. He didn’t have the right to say his name anymore, to even think about him anymore. Lewis attacked his neck, biting over the hickeys he had left and new ones until he looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal. Minho’s small hands gripped onto his huge biceps, eyes squeezed shut as he chased his orgasm. He bit his lip but his whines couldn’t be helped, tears springing in the corner of his eyes when Lewis bit down painfully. Minho cried out and Lewis hoped that Chan could hear them, he hoped that Chan would hear the way Minho fell apart under ‘Changbin’s touch’, that even now, Changbin still had such a power over his ex-lover. Lewis lifted his lips to Minho’s ears, licking the shell and making him mewl. 

“Do you really miss me, darling? Do you miss the way I taste? The way I touch you? Do you miss my cock that bad, Minho?” Lewis drew back, still gripping Minho’s face to force him to look at him. Minho whined, nodding as much as he could in his hold. Lewis licked across the seam of his lips, making him gasp. 

“I want to hear you say it, Minho. Do you miss my cock, darling? Do you want me to fuck you again?” 

“Y-yes! Ah, yes! Please , pleas-” Minho made a choked off sound as Lewis shifted and tensed his thigh. Minho had soaked through his boxers, his shirt pushed up. Lewis dipped his head down and pushed the shirt up to his armpits. He sucked on Minho’s nipple, biting down harshly before licking over to soothe the pain. It punched out a moan out of Minho and Lewis thinks that if he offered, Minho would have no qualms having sex right in the middle of the hallway. Lewis wonders if the concierge downstairs was watching the cameras right now, seeing the two wrapped around each other. He pulled away and pulled his shirt back down against Minho’s protests. Minho whined, gripping his front and pulling him towards him. Lewis chuckled low, seeing how desperate Minho was for him, for Changbin. 

Minho was biting his lower lip but Lewis was already pushing his arm back. He whined, grinding when Lewis grabbed his hips and pushed it against the wall making the other man gasp. Lewis pushed his thigh hard between Minho’s legs, bordering painful but Minho simply rolled his eyes back and moaned. He cradled Minho’s cheek as he humped his thigh, rolling his hips sinfully that made Lewis think he could be some sort of dancer. He was panting openly, leaning into Lewis’ cheek. He smirked, swiping his thumb at the corner of Minho’s mouth where he drooled a little. He was losing his rhythm and his thighs tensed, Lewis could tell he was close. He began mouthing at his neck when he heard footsteps at the end of the hall. He smirked into Minho’s neck when he didn’t seem to realize. That was fine by him, it wasn't the first time he’d been caught out in public acting indecently. 

He licked at Minho’s ear, listening to him gasp and mewl as he clutched his shirt, desperate to cum. Lewis began mumbling sweet nothings into Minho’s ears as he buried his face in his chest, hips still riding his thigh. The damp spot was bleeding through his pants and he was sure Minho’s boxers were beyond ruined. He would have stuff the bottom of his shirt in his mouth but Lewis liked how noisy he was, like he just couldn’t help it. He had one hand on Minho’s ass, the other at his hip and he helped Minho, dragging him across his thigh back and forth. The steps were getting louder and Lewis had a wicked smile, pulse skyrocketing at the prospect of being found like this. He whispered to Minho but the other man was clearly so out of it, he was mouthing at his outer jacket. 

“Darling, I think someone’s coming.”

“No, no, no, please-ah! Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleasepleaseplease -“ Minho was close to tears, standing on his tiptoes as he rode Lewis’ thigh until he came close. Lewis chuckled darkly, biting down hard on his shoulder and making Minho cry out.

“Changbin! Ah!” 

Minho’s hips stuttered, grinding and riding out his orgasm. Lewis scowled, feeling the mess through the layers of clothes. He groaned thinking about how he’d have to explain this to Changbin. Minho was still trembling but he had stopped moving, his hips twitching a bit from over sensitivity. He whined, wrapping both arms around his neck. Lewis clicked his tongue, he wanted to drop Minho and leave but clearly he was dead set on clinging to him. Rolling his eyes, he reached over and knocked aggressively at Minho’s door. Chan peeked through timidly. His hair was still a mess but his cheeks were flushed, ears red and looking everywhere but Lewis’s direction. He hummed, perhaps he wasn’t just after Minho then. 

Lewis pushed the door open and dumped Minho into Chan’s arms, not bothering to see if he had caught him as his knees buckled. His eyes were cold when he looked at Chan’s. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he nudged the box Chan left on the floor. 

“Take care of him for me. Tell him he can’t see me again. Ever. This never happened.”

“Changb-“

Lewis slammed the door shut before Chan could finish. He sighed, letting his body sag against the wall as he rubbed his face. He fucked up, that was for sure. He didn’t know if he could bring this up to Changbin, he wouldn’t even know how to explain. Rubbing his temples, Lewis got up and began walking down the hall. He was still hard in his sweats but it didn’t matter, it eased his guilty conscience to know he hadn’t fully orgasmed. As if that would make what he did excusable. Lewis wondered if the convenience store they passed by was still open or if his brother really quit, wanting to bum a smoke when he turned the corner and saw someone there. 

Standing against the wall, jacket hood brought low to cover his face was Changbin . 

Lewis froze. His heart dropped as his eyes met  Changbin’s, who was as pale as a ghost. His breathing was erratic, as if he had just run and Lewis dreads to ask how long he’d been there. Was he who he heard earlier? Lewis felt his hands shake, his heart pounding wildly in his chest when Changbin’s eyes began to well up with tears. He let out a choked sob and shoved Lewis out of the way before sprinting down the hall. Lewis stayed frozen with his arms outstretched before snapping back to reality. He took off, taking the stairs in the hopes of beating Changbin to the lobby. He bursts out of the door just as Changbin walks out on the curb. Lewis nearly runs into the glass in his haste, crossing the street without checking. 

“Changbin! Changbin, please! Let me explain!”

“NO!” Lewis felt himself choke in air, desperately trying to reach for his brother. He rounded the car as Changbin fumbled with the car keys, tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Changbin… Changbin please, I’m so sorry. Please let me explai-“

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!” Changbin pushed Lewis hard, throwing in his full weight as his brother hit the ground. Lewis grunted, having braced his shoulder to protect his head. He had some scrapes but overall it was nothing. Lewis shook his head and looked up to see Changbin staring at him in horror, car keys on the pavement. 

“Chang-“ Lewis barely finished when Changbin turned and ran down the street. Lewis swore, scrambling to grab the keys and take off after his brother. 

Changbin ran until his knees gave out, sending him to tumble into the pavement. His vision was blurred from the tears as he cried out in pain. He must have twisted his ankle when he fell. Sniffling, Changbin rubbed angrily at his eyes, uncaring of the dirt on his hands. He hated this. His heart broke once more, more painful than the last time. He was worried that his brother had caught trouble and decided to go in. He still remembered the passcode and hidden behind his hoodie, the concierge paid him no mind as he looked incredibly focused at his screen. Changbin managed to sneak past him all the way to the elevators. His hands trembled at the thought of seeing Minho again, not knowing if he’d cry or scream or punch him in the face or kiss him. He hadn’t spoken to him since and it was stupid to think that Minho would fall for such a trick. Changbin always believed that he and Lewis had more differences than similarities, not that it was a bad way but in a good way that made them distinctly their own person. Changbin was terrified but he steeled his nerves, this wouldn’t have to take long. 

He was in the main hallway after the elevators when he heard it. It was a cut off cry that sent shivers down his spine. He recognized it, after years of being the only one to hear it. He memorized his favorite song. Changbin’s anxiety spiked, wondering what he might find when he heard Minho cry out. 

“Changbin! Ah! Ah!”

He felt his blood run cold. Changbin felt his skin burst into goosebumps, the hairs on his neck standing as his heart nearly burst out of his chest. He knows that sound, intimately. Changbin wanted to scream and cry, how could he call out his name so sweetly after everything that’s happened? How cruel could one man be? Changbin wanted to sob, clenching his teeth when he realized Minho was talking to someone else. He stuck close to the wall, terrified of getting caught and strained his ear to hear. 

“Cha-changbin! Ah-! Fuck! Please pleaseplease fuck me, please!”

“Shhhh…someone…”

Changbin could barely hear the response but it was clear that Minho was with someone else. He shut his eyes, breathing hard through his mouth before peeking around the corner. There at the end of the hall was his ex, splayed out and exposed, lost in pleasure and wrapped around his twin brother. He couldn’t make out Lewis’ face but he knew it was him. He flushed, slamming his back against the wall as his breathing turned ragged. He shut his eyes, feeling the tears well up. Changbin hugged himself, clutching at his own shoulders as he tried to calm his breathing. 

This wasn’t cheating, Minho and Changbin had broken up, of course it wasn’t. But in his heart, Minho still belonged to him and he Minho. It was as if someone plunged their hand in his chest, ripped out his heart and crushed it in their bare hands. Changbin slapped a palm over his mouth, muffling his sobs. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut, shaking his head furiously to remove the image but the sounds were so clear. Like some sick Pavlovian response, Changbin began filling up in his pants. Minho moaned, crying out and gasping his name but it was his brother he held onto. Changbin felt the image of Minho plastered against the wall as his twin had him pressed against it was now seared into his mind. It was like watching himself pleasure Minho but it wasn’t. Yet his brain wasn’t cooperating, looping the image of Lewis clutching Minho’s waist and ass as he rode his thigh. Changbin wanted to cry, scream or tear something apart with his bare hands. He has never hated his brother more than at this moment. How dare he steal this from him? How dare he take Minho like he was his and make him cry out Changbin’s name? Did his brother actually hate him that much? Was he so malicious that he would fuck his brother’s ex? Changbin didn’t know and he was terrified of finding out, especially the last questions. 

Changbin didn’t know why he stayed, rooted there as he listened to Minho ride his brother’s thigh to completion. Maybe he was a masochist, maybe he wanted to hear Minho scream his name, maybe he wanted to hear Lewis. Changbin bit his own palm to muffle his sobs when he realized the noises stopped. A door slammed and suddenly the hall was filled with footsteps. Changbin felt like he was a car heading straight for a train that couldn’t stop when his eyes met Lewis’. He didn’t know what else to do so he ran. 

In hindsight, he should’ve driven away, leaving Lewis and Minho and everything behind to just drive. Changbin bit back a whimper as a cramp shot through his calves, his ankle throbbing. He hated this, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to go home, take a warm shower, dress in the comfiest thing he owned and watch movies till he fell asleep. He would’ve done it with Lewis, he had actually looked forward to it. He was so excited that his brother was back, a pang of guilt hit him when he realized that they haven’t been keeping up with each other. It was a heady feeling seeing his brother and being with him. It was dangerous which was why despite them being twins, they lived separate lives. Changbin felt betrayed, more than Lewis having done that with Minho, he hated that his brother was with Minho in the first place. He should’ve known better than to send him. Minho was captivating. He knew how to pull men in and Lewis was just a man after all. 

Changbin felt so stupid, wanting nothing more than to just bury himself in blankets and cry. He sniffled, gripping his leg when Lewis rounded the corner. He huffed, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath when he spotted Changbin on the ground. He flew into a panic, falling to his knees and began fussing over him. 

“Shit! Binnie, are you okay? Fuck, can you move? Shit, here let me…” Lewis began carefully removing Changbin’s shoe, hyper aware of every twitch and jerk. Once removed, he took off his sock and was relieved to find that his ankle hadn’t swelled up too bad. Changbin was probably just shocked and fell. He felt himself slump in relief when he looked up, remembering Changbin’s earlier reaction. Changbin was staring at him with a mix of so many emotions it was hard to keep track. Lewis felt his heart break, realizing how stupid he was for letting his emotions get the best of him. He reached out but hesitated, dropping his hand to Changbin’s leg and massaging it carefully. 

“…are you okay?” Lewis could see Changbin nod minutely in his periphery as he sniffled. He decided not to comment on the mess of snot and tears on his face. 

“Can you walk?” Lewis waited for a response, his hand heavy on Changbin’s knee. He turned to look at him when he didn’t respond. Lewis was surprised to see Changbin staring at him, his lips curled downward. He felt his heart clench painfully before stroking Changbin’s leg. He watched Changbin’s toes flex, seeing him wince a little. 

“Does Binnie want Lulu to carry him?” Lewis felt the way Changbin tensed underneath his hands but he continued stroking his leg. He waited patiently until Changbin nodded once. Lewis turned, offering a small smile which Changbin didn’t return, simply looking away. Lewis tamped down the overwhelming feeling of sadness, he needed to focus on getting Changbin to the car. He picked up Changbin’s shoe and wordlessly helped him up. Lewis turned, squatting until he felt Changbin’s arms around his shoulders. He held the injured leg and felt him jump as he straightened up. Lewis grunted, jostling Changbin until he could carry him properly. 

“You good?” Lewis felt Changbin nod against his back and the two were off. 

Luckily, the car wasn’t that far. Both of them were strong but Lewis was grateful he didn’t have to walk far, Changbin was not light. He felt his brother lean his face against his shoulder, sniffling a bit. He would have definitely complained about the inevitable snot being rubbed into his jacket but right now, he couldn’t care less. They trudged slowly to the car, the night quiet as the insects in the trees sang. Changbin sighed, shifting a bit to tighten his arms around Lewis. They hadn’t carried each other since the time Lewis had broken his leg while they tried to skateboard. Changbin still remembered the way Lewis cried out for him, rushing to his side quickly. They always did that, cried out for each other when in pain even if the other was not there, even if it was without words. 

They reached the car and it took a bit of maneuvering to fit Changbin in the seat. They pushed the seat forward and Changbin sat in the back. Lewis got in, starting the engine. He looked up to the rearview mirror, meeting Changbin’s eyes before Changbin broke it. They peeled out of the street, relieved they would finally be home. 

The two were quiet as Lewis wordlessly carried Changbin, piggybacking him all the way up to his apartment. He dropped him gently on his couch and left to properly close the door. Changbin hugged his throw pillow when Lewis came back with a bag of frozen corn wrapped in a dishrag. Lewis carefully lifted Changbin’s foot and placed both his feet on his lap. He iced it while rubbing Changbin’s calf as they sat in silence. He was scared of setting Changbin off again but they needed to talk about earlier. Lewis cleared his throat and Changbin began to fidget, picking at the loose threads on his couch. 

“Binnie… nothing I say will excuse what I did, I’m so sorry.”

“…’s fine. It’s not like we were together…” Lewis side-eyed Changbin, who refused to meet his eye. He sighed and continued to absentmindedly rub circles into Changbin’s muscles. 

“Binnie, who’s Chan?” Changbin perked up a little then, looking confused at the name.

“Chan? He’s a close friend of mine. He’s actually how I met Minho. Why?” Lewis grimaced, that definitely didn’t make this easier. He adjusted the makeshift ice pack, checking to see if the swelling had gone down. He patted around the wet spot that formed on his lap from the melted ice. 

“He… he, um, was there. He was there with… with Minho.” Lewis looked to the side, watching as the realization dawned on Changbin’s face. As if he couldn’t give him anymore heartbreak. He squeezed his leg with sympathy. 

“…what… what do you mean?” Lewis swallowed back the exasperation, knowing that he basically dropped a bombshell on his already shaken brother. He began massaging his feet for lack of anything else to do. 

“I think he came over earlier. That’s why the guy never saw Minho leave. He was probably… probably with Chan. They, uh… Chan… he was shirtless…” Lewis wanted to smack himself in the face. His stilted delivery was really not helping things. 

Changbin still hadn’t spoken, still trying to process this information. Lewis mumbled that he’d change, placing his legs carefully on the couch before heading to the kitchen to return the now thawed out corn. He sat unseeing on the couch as Lewis moved with ease around his apartment, leaving him to his thoughts. Lewis walked into his room, walking out with a towel and sweatpants. Changbin heard the bathroom door shut and took a shuddering breath. 

He’s not entirely sure how he feels right now. He could enumerate it, pick it apart and list it down but bundled up together like this made it feel like it was its own type of emotion. One he was too afraid to even begin to analyze. On the one hand, he was hurt, incredibly hurt by many different things. The long-standing heartache from Minho was a given, but now came the pain of betrayal. From his own close friend Chan, whom he never thought was capable of what he did and his own twin brother. Although, he could garner a guess as to why that happened. Lewis was passionate where Changbin was emotional, more explosive and fiery when it came to his own emotions. 

Almost like he could read his mind, Changbin guessed that he did what he did to get back at Minho. To make Minho miss him, crave his touch now more than ever then rip it away from him, for life. It was cruel, that was obviously the intention. He didn’t know what Lewis was like in relationships, considering he didn’t usually have long term ones but he was well aware of his brother’s promiscuity. He had seen and heard the proof of his brother’s prowess himself. Lewis was able to draw out sounds from Minho that took months for Changbin to earn. Granted, he did believe he was Changbin but still, Lewis seemed to just magically know exactly what to do. He felt the familiar burn of jealousy but there was a snag, like he wasn’t sure exactly who he was jealous of. 

Shaking his head, Changbin huffed before bending his leg to check his injury. Lewis helped greatly, probably still guilty from earlier. Changbin was wiggling his toes on the carpet when Lewis walked out, fresh from the shower. He was clad only in grey sweats he stole from Changbin’s cabinet. It hung low on his hips, clinging to the curve of his ass when he walked to the kitchen. Changbin stared at the sprawling ink of his brother’s back. It was a lion, ready to strike with its jaws wide open. Changbin had a similar one on his chest, a little less ostentatious but a lion just the same. They had gotten it one summer when they both turned legal, getting blacked out drunk right after. Lewis had more tattoos but it was Changbin’s only one. They both thought it was stupid at times for them to have matching tattoos but Changbin secretly found it sweet. It was a choice they made to have a matching mark, not because they were twins born with the same birthmark but because they chose to have a matching set, to show that they belonged to each other. 

Lewis bent over, ducking his head into the fridge to look for a drink. He scratched his side absently. He figured Changbin would need time, leaving him alone to think was always the best choice but he wanted something to drink. He was about to suggest heading down to the store when he spotted a can of beer. It was close to expiration but it was still okay. He cracked it open and took a sip, shaking his wet hair out with a towel to dry. He drank before turning around to see Changbin staring at him. He felt his stomach turn, maybe he was still mad. Lewis hated when Changbin was mad, especially with him as he was never entirely sure what Changbin would do. 

Lewis drank a bit more before making his way back to the couch. He collapsed onto the side, leaning into the arm rest. Changbin was silently watching him and his toes wiggle before Lewis reached over to the table to turn the TV on. They both sat there, watching some movie that neither actually paid attention to. Lewis took a sip, feeling the fatigue from the day and the jetlag catching up with him. Changbin was also feeling a little drowsy, swaying in his seat. They both sat on opposite sides of the couch, Changbin’s feet tucked under Lewis’ lap to keep warm. He wiggled his toes, smiling a little when Lewis would shift but never scold him. Changbin wasn’t paying much attention to the movie, feeling himself sway. He breathed heavily, leaning against the backrest. Without looking, Lewis held one arm out while drinking the last of his beer. Changbin felt his breath stutter when Lewis gestured with his hands, making him move a little faster. Changbin quickly tucked his head under Lewis’ chin, leaning against his bare chest as he laid a heavy arm on Changbin’s waist. 

The two breathed in tandem as they watched the movie in silence. Changbin could feel his heart pounding in his ears, fully awake and hyper aware of the body heat radiating from Lewis. The hand on him was absentmindedly stroking his waist and hip, brushing the top of his thighs where he curled his legs next to him. Lewis’s breath was heavy, blowing on Changbin’s hair. Changbin could smell his scent, something spicy and a musk that was entirely Lewis. He took a deep breath before melting into Lewis’ hold, snuggling into his chest. Changbin chalked his reaction up to his body missing the casual intimacy that came with a long term relationship. It had been only a week but he felt deprived of casual touch and skinship that he felt almost excited at the prospect of his brother cuddling him. 

Lewis hummed, hand caressing Changbin as they sat on the couch. It was a nice feeling knowing his brother didn’t loathe him. He still felt a little guilty but ultimately, what happened with Minho had nothing to do with wanting him. He tucked Changbin’s head under his chin, lightly blowing at the tufts of hair that tickled his nose. Changbin smelled a little like what he thinks hot coffee on a cold dreary morning feels like. There was a warmth and comfort there and it made Lewis tighten his hold imperceptibly. Changbin shifted a little, letting him reposition him until he was basically sitting in between his legs. He missed this, Lewis didn’t realize how long he’s gone without just sitting and being with another person without it being precedent to sex. 

Lewis shifted, wondering where his brain was going with that when Changbin yawned. Looking down, he smiled softly at Changbin, smacking his lips and blinking heavily. The whole day has been emotionally draining for the both of them and Lewis prayed that Changbin would let him crash on the couch. He didn’t think he’d make it home. Lewis lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Changbin’s hair making him look up. He seemed a bit better, he calmed down at least and he looked more tired than sad which was preferable. Lewis jostled one leg before quirking his brow. Changbin stared, blinking slowly before nodding. He turned and buried his face into Lewis’s neck, resting his head on his shoulder. Lewis hummed, patting his butt lightly and letting him. 

They did this a lot, silent conversations. No matter how long they’ve been separated, no matter the age, they still understood each other well enough to not need words. Changbin was content breathing into Lewis’ scent where it was concentrated in the crook of his neck. Lewis adjusted, leaning back and letting him cuddle him. Changbin’s lashes tickled his neck, hot puffs of breath warming his skin but Lewis doesn’t mind. He continued running his fingers through his hair, watching the movie credits roll. Changbin sighed, nuzzling when he spotted a red mark. It could've been nothing but he blinked against the drowsiness and let his vision focus. It was unmistakably a hickey, most likely left by Minho when he was being ravaged by his brother. Lewis made a little questioning noise, wondering why Changbin seemed so tense in his arms. He brushed his fingers through his dark hair while Changbin’s gaze focused on the splotchy red mark on his neck. 

“Binnie?...baby, what’s wrong?” Lewis' voice was low, rough from the drowsiness. It rumbled in his chest, echoing in his own. Changbin made a small dismissive sound, nuzzling deeper into Lewis so he wouldn’t think anything was wrong. His brother chuckled before adjusting his hold, slouching a bit more to make it comfortable for Changbin. He did this sometimes, Lewis remembered having to get used to holding his twin when he got upset. He would burrow into his clothes or his bed and Lewis would hold him until the world stopped shaking, then Changbin would be okay. Although, he felt the ache in his neck and he wished that they had decided to do this on the bed. 

Lewis was about to suggest transferring when felt something pressing against his skin for a brief moment. He might’ve missed it, almost like an accidental brush but it made his pulse quicken. Shivers crawled up his spine as goosebumps spread over his arms. He let out a shaky exhale, forcing himself to relax. Maybe Changbin had fallen asleep and was dreaming, that was definitely possible. Lewis adjusted his hold a bit, jostling Changbin when he felt it again, more purposeful this time. He only barely stopped his full body shudder when Changbin spoke, his lips brushing against his neck. 

“Lewis… earlier, with Minho… did he… did he touch you?” Changbin shifted, letting one arm stay squashed between their chest while the other hooked around the back of Lewis’ neck to play with the scratchy undercut. Lewis’ breath stuttered before swallowing against the lump in his throat. 

“No, not like that.”

“But did you want him to?” Lewis nearly choked. He didn’t look down in fear of Changbin’s expression but his voice remained soft as he continued to pay with Lewis’ hair. His voice held no anger and Lewis pushed back the little voice that told him to lie, there was no point in lying anyway, Changbin had seen and heard everything. 

“...yes.” Lewis held his breath, wondering when Changbin would explode in anger once more. Changbin only hummed, adjusting a bit before letting his fingers brush lightly on the mark. Lewis shivered under his touch. 

“I-I’m sorry, I have no excuse. I crossed a line and-”

“What did you like about him?” Lewis paused, he was not expecting that. This felt like some weird sort of test and he was in between flat out lying that it was somehow against his will or telling him the truth. 

“Changbin, I-”

“Don’t lie, please.” Lewis took a deep breath, risking a glance at Changbin but his face hidden. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“He, um, he was really pretty. You know my type, Binnie. Plus, the guy was barely dressed. He was in fucking boxers a big shirt, you should’ve seen him.” Lewis quickly shut up, awkwardly remembering that this was his brother’s ex he was talking about. He cleared his throat, feeling himself flush with embarrassment. 

“So yeah, that’s… that’s why. He looked really fucking pretty and I was pretty pissed with that Chan guy, again not an excuse but I-”

“Do you think I’m pretty, Lu?” Lewis nearly choked the second time in a span of an hour. Changbin sounded a little off, and this was odd even for him. He decided to humor his brother, ignoring the stirring in his chest. 

“Well, you look like me, Binnie, so of course you’re pretty.” Lewis teased, chuckling under his breath. He could feel Changbin smile into his neck, a puff of breath indicating his laughter. Changbin playfully tugged at Lewis’ hair in retaliation. 

“I didn’t mean it like, asshat. I meant… Do you find me pretty?” 

“What does it matter if I do?” Changbin shrugged, leaving his question hanging in the air. Lewis frowned and wondered why his brother would need his validation in terms of looks. 

“I guess… I mean, you are… pretty.” Lewis winced at his hesitation. He could feel Changbin giggle into his neck, puffs of air tickling his skin. Lewis clicked his tongue, his cheeks burning from his brother’s teasing. 

“Shut up! You asked, okay? And who wouldn’t find you pretty? You’re in great shape, a nice face plus your personality is great. Minho was lucky to have you, he didn’t deserve you. You’re a great guy, Binnie. You’ll find someone who will love you properly, give you all the happiness you deserve and more. You shouldn’t have to settle, you’re too good for that. That fucker is lucky I didn’t fuck him up some more.” Changbin let out a breathy giggle which made Lewis pause.
“You know, I think he might’ve liked that.” Lewis snorted.

“Shit, yeah, I guess so. He was pretty needy, heh. You know I think Chan was listening the whole time.”

“Really?”
“Mhmm, looked as red as a tomato when I opened the door. I think he likes you, Binnie.” Changbin raised his head then, looking incredulous. Lewis smirked, biting his lip as he teased Changbin by wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Shut up, no, he doesn’t.” Changbin lightly punched Lewis in the shoulder, making his yell dramatically.

“Yes, he does! Looked so fucking guilty, I bet he got off on listening to us. He’s a freak, I’m telling you.” 

“He is not!” Lewis noticed the small smile playing on Changbin’s lips that meant he wasn’t actually offended. He punched him lightly and Lewis pinched his side in retaliation, making him yelp. 

“You just don’t want to admit that your best friend likes you.”

“First of all, he probably got off on listening to Minho, hell, I’m pretty sure the whole damn building heard him. And second, he’s not my best friend.”

“Then who is?”
“You, stupid.” 

Lewis would deny to everyone including Changbin that he blushed from that statement. He felt his heart flutter and his stomach turn and he bit his lip as he looked away. Unfortunately for him, Changbin was looking at him the whole time and caught his blush. 

“Aww, did you not expect that, Lulu? You’re so cute when you blush.” Changbin shrieked with laughter when Lewis yelled, pinching his sides. The two got into a tickle fight, pressing against their tummies. Lewis was at a disadvantage being shirtless but he ruthlessly pinched Changbin’s tummy and thighs. Changbin laughed when he felt his stomach drop as he rolled onto the floor with a yelp. Lewis howled with laughter until Changbin pulled him to the ground. The two took a tumble, rolling on the carpet. 

Lewis ended up on the ground with Changbin straddling his tummy. He was cradling Changbin’s head just in case and let his hands fall to Changbin’s waist as they panted. Lewis let his head fall back, groaning as Changbin smiled at him. He grunted as Changbin shifted, bearing most of his weight. 

“You’re getting old, Lulu.”

“Shut up, so are you.” Changbin snorted, before digging his hands in Lewis’ chest. Lewis sighed, thumbs stroking Changbin’s hips when his brother leaned forward and draped himself over him like a blanket. 

“Fuck, Binnie, you’re heavy. Get off me.” Lewis groaned, whining. Changbin giggled, wiggling his hips as his legs tightened around Lewis. 

“No, I’m not! You can take me, Lulu.” Lewis wanted to smack Changbin and force him off when he kept moving his hips. He let out a choked off groan, tightening his hold on Changbin’s hips to stop him. 

“S-stop moving, Binnie.”

“Huh?” Changbin blinked at him when he felt it, something hard poking against his leg. He flushed when he realized what it was. Lewis was a similar shade of red, eyes squeezed shut. Curse his stupid caveman brain, he thought he had calm down from earlier’s encounter with Minho but clearly, a simple wiggle was all it would take. Lewis wanted to shove Changbin off, it was weird enough that it happened because of his brother, he didn’t want it to poke at him. Lewis began pushing at Changbin when he gasped. Changbin began tightening his arms around Lewis’ neck. 

“Ack! Ch-changbin! Stop! Let up!” Lewis began tapping Changbin’s back, squeezing his hips to push him off by force. He raised his voice, slapping Changbin’s thigh. Changbin jumped a little, his hip thrusting forward as he yelped. Lewis felt his eyes widen, he had felt it against him. His hands clenched and unclenched where he was holding Changbin. Changbin bit his lip, burying his face in Lewis’ neck. His face was incredibly hot with shame from getting hard from his brother’s against him. This was fucked up. This was Lewis, his own twin. Changbin felt his stomach drop at the thought, toes curling when he ‘accidentally’ bumped the bulge in Lewis’ sweats and making hiss. They were both taking shallow breaths, Lewis struggling a little with Changbin heavy against him. He felt a little lightheaded and he wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or the way Changbin whimpered in his ear. This was completely inappropriate and Lewis needed to get out from under Changbin right now, before anything worse happened. 

“...Binnie, I need you to get up…” Lewis tried to come off as calming, not wanting Changbin to feel bad when he was also experiencing the same reaction. He caressed his back, attempting to soothe him. He felt Changbin do the opposite of what he asked and tighten his hold. Lewis was starting to get a little ticked off, but he couldn’t snap at his brother when he was being clingy like this. Still, they were both adults now, and his body was clearly not intune with his brain telling it to stop popping inappropriate boners. 

“What is up with you? Changbin, let go-” Lewis gripped Changbin’s arms and tried to pry him off but he relented. Lewis sighed before grabbing onto the coffee table for support and sitting up, bringing Changbin with him with a yelp. He wrapped his arm around his back until they managed to sit up right with Changbin plastered to his front, legs circling his waist. Changbin was clingy sometimes but this was weird, even for him. Lewis pulled back and grabbed Changbin’s face to force him to look at him. 

“Changbin, seriously, is something wrong? Tell me.” Changbin bit his lip, eyes avoiding Lewis’ questioning gaze. He fidgeted in Lewis’ lap, picking the loose threads when Lewis tilted his head down to catch his downcast eyes. 

“Are you… are you still mad at me, Binnie?” Changbin quickly shook his head no. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t find it in him to stay mad at his brother. Lewis nodded to himself, looking relieved. 

“That’s good. Is this… is it about Minho?” Lewis couldn’t figure out why Changbin was acting so odd. Maybe he was still sad, heartbreak was weird like that. Fine one second and then suddenly, not fine the next. Emotions were fickle, Lewis knew that much. He waited, folding his legs towards him so that Changbin sat in the space made between. 

“...it’s nothing.” 

“It’s obviously not nothing, Changbin.” Changbin was definitely avoiding his gaze. He had dropped his hands from Lewis’ neck and began playing with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. If he was more conscious, he would freak out about the fact his brother’s hands were so close to the half chub in his pants. Currently, Lewis was more focused on Changbin’s well-being to think about that.

“Lewis…”

“Yeah?” Lewis put on a soft smile, trying to encourage Changbin. He rubbed circles on his back as Changbin seemed to try to find the proper words. 

“Do you like Minho?” Lewis felt his eyebrows furrow. He was incredibly confused. Maybe what he pulled earlier was taken as some indication but beyond physical attraction, Lewis was definitely not into Minho. 

“Of course not.”

“But you find him pretty…” Changbin mumbled, still looking down. Lewis sighed, running his finger through his hair exasperated. He leaned back on one arm, laying his other hand on Changbin’s thigh.

“Changbin, I’m not blind. Of course, I find him pretty. That doesn’t mean I like him that way. Hell, I called you pretty, too. Do you think that means I like you that way, too?” 

The question was out of Lewis’ mouth before he could think. It was weird, of course he didn’t like his brother that way. It was his twin brother. It goes without saying that it was weird and highly inappropriate and all types of wrong. Changbin blushed, shifting in Lewis’ lap. He was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that he was shirtless with a lapful of his adult twin brother, sitting on the ground next to a perfectly functional sofa. The silence stretched and Lewis shuddered, feeling as if the temperature in the room had dropped. He cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension when Changbin mumbled. 

“...do you?”

“Do I what?” 

“Like me… that way, too…” 

Lewis blinked, shell-shocked from the question Changbin asked. What in the fuck was he thinking asking that question as if there would be any other answer? Changbin was still not looking at him, in fact he had curled in on himself. Lewis felt his breath catch, clenching his fists to hide the shakiness. 

“Binnie, what are you… what are you asking me?” 

“I-... I’m not, I just-” Lewis felt his eyes widen when Changbin began to sniffle. Panicking, he quickly gathered Changbin in his arms before he broke into sobs. 

“Shh, hey, I’m not mad. I’m just… I’m a little confused, don’t cry. Lulu doesn’t like it when Binnie cries. It’s okay, baby.” Lewis rubbed Changbin’s back anxiously. This was a very confusing past few hours and Lewis thought they had already gone past the emotional outbursts but clearly he was still feeling touchy. He waited until Changbin calmed down, feeling him bury his face in his neck. He contemplated carrying him and just going to bed but he fears it would be too soon after all of this . Lewis hears Changbin mumbling, and he strains to hear what he was saying. 

“Binnie, what was that? I missed it.” Changbin sniffles and Lewis pats his hair, trying to calm him down. 

“Y-you like him better, d-don’t you? He’s p-prettier and y-ou like him. He- he probably likes you m-more than me.” Changbin sobbed into Lewis’ shoulder, digging his fingers into Lewis’ skin like a brand. 

“Hey, who said that? So what if he’s pretty? I don’t like him at all. Binnie… look at me.” Changbin nearly refused until Lewis cradled his face. He wanted to cry at how soft his brother was looking at him, thumb swiping through the mess of tears on his face. Lewis’ eyes crinkled, smiling softly in the way that was just for Changbin. 

“Is that what this is about? Are you jealous? I won’t leave you for him, okay? You’re way prettier and cuter, too.” Lewis pinched Changbin’s cheeks, making him giggle. He swatted his hand away before smiling, wiping his cheeks. 

“And… you like me more?” Lewis rolled his eyes fondly. He knew Changbin was fishing but he couldn’t bring himself to ignore him when he acted cute like this. 

“Of course, baby. Lulu loves Binnie the most, yeah?” Changbin smiled, sniffling a bit. Lewis sighed, wondering if he was always this emotional when Changbin leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He froze, uncertain how to react to the sudden action when Changbin laid his head on his chest. 

“Lulu loves Binnie?”
“Y-yeah… of course…” Lewis stuttered, suddenly unsure about how Changbin was acting. He adjusted his hold, letting him cuddle into him properly as they sat on the floor. 

“Will Lulu kiss Binnie then?” 

Changbin whispered it into his chest, before burying his face. Lewis winced a little at his nose poking at his sternum but he doubts there was anything on his mind except how his heart was beating out of his chest. He was surely going to die from asphyxiation from how long he had been holding his breath. Changbin hasn’t asked for a kiss since they were very, very young and he had woken from a nightmare that Lewis had died. Lewis cuddled him into his bed, tangling their legs together and kissed all over his face until he had stopped crying. That was fine then, they were just children but now, it seemed entirely inappropriate to ask such a thing from his adult brother. Still, something tugged at his chest at how Changbin sounded, small and unsure as if convinced Lewis would turn him away or get mad. As weird as this was, Lewis could never do such a thing to his brother, he meant it when he said loved him. Lewis loved Changbin more than he has loved any other person, including his parents. It was scary sometimes how much he cherished his brother, dismissing it as something that was normal between siblings. Falling in love wasn’t something he was very familiar with but the all encompassing, crushing weight that pressed against his chest when he thought of Changbin seemed close enough for him. 

Lewis bit his lip, this didn’t have to be a big deal. Obviously, Changbin was just seeking comfort and this whole ordeal has been traumatizing enough. He took a shaky breath before cradling Changbin’s face, tilting his face upward. Changbin blinked up at Lewis, starry eyed and a flush high on his cheeks with his lips parted like he was surprised that Lewis hadn’t made a violent reaction. Lewis took a deep breath, before leaning in and kissing Changbin on the forehead, right between his brows. It was barely there touch but it left Lewis trembling. Changbin made a little noise, wiggling in his lap. Lewis swore internally, when he had done this as kids, he wasn’t overly-conscious about it. He had given Changbin countless kisses until his tears dried and he fell asleep. It was different now and he didn’t even want to think about why . Taking another deep breath, Lewis pressed another kiss on Changbin’s cheeks, both sides before moving to his temple, the high point of his forehead. 

Changbin seemed to melt in his hold, eyes fluttering shot as he let Lewis direct his movements. He felt his kiss his eyelids softly, lips parting in a silent gasp as Lewis peppered light butterfly kisses all over his face. Every brush of his lips on his skin felt like an electric shock, sending tingles all over his spine. His blood sang, flushing his cheek aa he bit his lip to keep from making any inappropriate sounds. Lewis laid a heavy one on his temple, keeping his lips pressed against his skin. Changbin sighed, leaning into the pressure. He wanted to stay like this, in his brother’s arms where he was safe and protected and loved . He wanted to breathe in his brother’s scent and watch him fight off anyone who made him cry.

A little voice whispered in his ear, coiling around his throat and making it hard to breathe. It could happen , a jarring realization that made Changbin freeze. Lewis would stay if Changbin asked, would uproot his life and move here if he wished. Lewis never said no to him, always had trouble denying him. He could do it. Changbin’s lashes fluttered, feeling his grip tighten unconsciously. Lewis’ breath was hot in his skin as he pulled Changbin in closer, Lewis’ lips brushing against his ear. 

“Changbin… what are we doing…” It was less of a question and more of an admission. An acknowledgment that something was indeed happening here. What that something was, Changbin can only assume from the heavy tinge of guilt and sadness in Lewis’ voice. It was a harsh whisper, small and reverent tickling his ear. Changbin felt something in his chest squeeze at the sound and without a second thought, he grabbed Lewis and kissed all over his neck and shoulders. 

His brother groaned beneath him, head tilting up and away to allow him more space. His breath came in pants as Changbin began pressing kisses like hot brands on his skin with fervor. Changbin felt like a man possessed, parting his lips to press harder against Lewis’ skin and hearing his groan under his breath. He didn’t notice how frantic his kisses were until Lewis grabbed the back of his hair and pulled hard. Changbin gasped and his eyes focused on the bright red mark he had left, covering the one Minho had left earlier without him intending to do so. He watched in horror as Lewis brought one hand to touch his neck, hissing slightly when he pressed on the mark. 

“…is that what this is?” Changbin’s wide eyes snapped to the side to meet Lewis’ dark gaze. Lewis murmured, his fingers prodding at the bright red mark. 

“L-lew… I-“

“Were you jealous, Binnie?” Changbin still looked a little shocked, more at his own actions and wordlessly shook his head. Lewis raised his brow, as if he didn’t believe and Changbin cursed their almost telepathic understanding of each other. He surged forward, wrapping his arms around Lewis’ neck as they fell back on the floor. Lewis let out a little ‘oof’, groaning under his weight. 

“Changbin, the fuck-“

“…he left a hickey on you.” Changbin mumbled against his neck. 

“Oh? Shit, I didn’t notice. He liked it though, must’ve wanted you… or well, me, to remember him even tomor-“ Lewis was cut off when Changbin straightened up, caging his head between his arms. He saw the fire in Changbin’s eyes, wondering if he had pushed too far. 

“No.”

“Wha-, what do you mean ‘no’?” 

“No, no remembering.”

“I… Changbin, what are you saying?” Lewis was about to snap from annoyance, his brother really wasn’t making any sense. 

“You’re not going to remember him tomorrow.” 

“…uh, well, I know that. He’s your ex, I don’t-“ Lewis was starting to get concerned about how close Changbin was getting. He dipped his chin, trying his best to maintain their slowly disappearing distance. They were mere inches apart, Changbin’s hair falling into his own eyes. 

“No. He’s not my anything. You’re not his anything…” Lewis merely nodded, only slightly following where Changbin was going with this. He was terrified he might do something, there was a horribly familiar look in his eye that made his stomach do somersaults. It was the same look he got when the first time their parents told him Lewis had to go back. The same look came when he found out his brother lived thousands of miles away. It was the same look when they would take his or Lewis’ toys before they were tired. Now, it came from the threat of his own ex, Minho taking him away. Lewis was starting to go cross eyed when Changbin dipped down, barely trembling as the distance closed between them. His lips barely brushed Lewis’ own as he whispered his confession into Lewis’ mouth. 

“…you’re mine.” 

Before Lewis could react, Changbin closed the distance between them, kissing him firmly on the lips. Lewis felt his whole body seize in shock, his lips barely moving as Changbin kissed him. Suddenly, Changbin ripped himself off him, staring at Lewis in shock. He was breathing heavily, flushed and looking terrified. Lewis’ gaze fell to his lips, parted and cherry red from the force of his kiss. Changbin was frozen in place, staring down in horror of what he had just done. 

“I… I… oh my god- I’m so sor-!” Changbin was cut off by a pair of lips meeting his own. Lewis surged upward, grabbing the back of Changbin’s head. He swallowed the gasp, taking advantage of Changbin’s parted lips to snake his tongue in to taste. Changbin could feel the sparks travel all the way down to the tips of his fingers, leaving his hands shaking. He grabbed onto Lewis’ wrists as Lewis cradled his face in his hands, squeezing to feel something solid to ground himself. Lewis traced his lips, biting his bottom lip before pulling away. Changbin whimpered before pulling Lewis close, chasing his mouth. 

The two kissed fiercely. Changbin had his hands in Lewis’ hair, messing it up and pulling while Lewis fisted his shirt to keep him close. Lewis’ head was spinning, his lungs were starting to burn. He could barely breathe, barely think beyond the overwhelming sensations of Changbin’s lips, and teeth, and scent and ChangbinChangbinChangbin. He drank in every sound that escaped his lip, nibbling on Changbin’s lips to hear him whine. He felt something against his hip when he sucked on Changbin’s tongue. Growling, he repeated the motion and Changbin’s hip stuttered against his. Lewis rolled his hips up experimentally and Changbin gasp melted into a soft moan that felt like a fire licked up his spine. He groaned and flipped the two, rolling Changbin on his back. 

Changbin gasped when his back hit the floor but he barely had a moment to breathe when Lewis was on him again. Changbin could feel the length against him, a hot line pressing against Lewis’ sweats. He whimpered, hands scrabbling for purchase on Lewis’ huge shoulders. His nails dug into his thick bicep as Lewis bit down hard on his lip, soothing it with his tongue after. Changbin was starting to feel breathless but he didn’t dare pull away in fear of stopping. He didn’t want this to end, the surging rush roaring in his ear. He didn’t notice that his hips were subconsciously moving against Lewis, rolling his hips up to meet his. He gasped at the friction but it wasn’t enough, there wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel Lewis on his skin, his scent filling his senses, inside him. Changbin suddenly pushed Lewis off with a gasp, greedily gulping in air. Lewis still had his eyes shut, pressing their foreheads together. He was starting to sweat from how hot their breaths were in each other’s face. His eyes had fallen shut as he tried to mirror Lewis’ breathing, squeezing his biceps. 

Changbin felt fingers brushing his hair and his eyes fluttered open to see Lewis looking down at him, his pupils were dilated but his gaze was soft as he pushed Changbin’s bangs out of his face. Changbin was still gulping for air when their eyes met and felt all the oxygen getting sucked out from his chest. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, the haze slowly lifting as the reality of what they’ve done settled. Changbin began to shake, eyes widening with fear. Lewis noticed the shift in his demeanor, caging his head between his elbows and pressing their foreheads together. 

“L-lew… wha- I… god-“ Lewis began kissing him, stealing the breath from his lungs and swallowing the words. He didn’t want to think about anything else except Changbin touching him, kissing him, pressing against him. Changbin was still stuttering and began struggling in his hold when Lewis pressed a hard kiss on his lips. Changbin froze before sighing, melting in his arms as Lewis licked the seam of his lips and entered his mouth. He pulled away briefly, ignoring the way his stomach dropped when Changbin whined. Lewis licked his lips, trying to find his voice. 

“Do you want… to stop?” Lewis’ voice was barely above a whisper, breath damp against Changbin’s sweaty temple. He trembled above Changbin, clenching his core to keep himself upright. He could feel the sweat roll down their skin and Lewis wanted nothing more than to trace the lines on Changbin’s body until he memorized them with his tongue. Changbin was still desperately clutching his biceps, nails digging in painfully. Lewis focused on the pain, trying to ground himself over the haze of pure unbridled lust that threatened to overtake his senses. He bit his lip, waiting for Changbin to say something. 

If he pushed Lewis away, told them they had to stop this before it went any further, Lewis would respect that decision. They’d sleep in separate rooms then Lewis would fly out first thing in the morning. They never had to talk about this again. 

And Changbin knew this, knew his brother would respect his decision and keep his distance. Knew Lewis would prioritize what he wanted every single time. Changbin let his hands drift up to cradle Lewis’s jaw as he leaned up. Their lips were centimeters apart. 

“No, make me yours.” 

Changbin captured Lewis’ lips and the two kissed passionately. Changbin felt the hunger in his gut and this time, he intended to follow through. Lewis blindly reached for the couch as leverage to push them both up. It proved to be a bit difficult as neither one of them wanted to separate. He mumbled against Changbin’s lips to jump and Changbin was lifted into his arms. Lewis managed to maneuver them around the table, forced to pull away to prevent any incident. Changbin took the opportunity to kiss down his neck, sinking his teeth into the tattoo. Lewis groaned, nearly falling over as he grabbed the doorknob. He pushed the door open and threw Changbin onto his bed. 

Changbin quickly ripped his shirt off, his movements jittery and sharp. He could feel his limbs shake with excitement and arousal as Lewis tugged his own sweats off. Changbin was still lifting his hips when Lewis grabbed his ankle to pull him to the edge of the bed. He yelped and let Lewis tug his pants off and throw them to the side. Lewis clambered on top of him and kissed him, breathing hard through his nose. Changbin groaned, his now full hard cock still trapped in his underwear. The skin on skin contact made him feel so hot, his blood rushing in his ears. There was no hesitance nor awkwardness in their actions as Lewis let his hands explore the newly exposed skin. He kissed Changbin’s collarbone down to his chest. He paused, eyes drawn to the matching lion tattoo. Changbin was breathing hard when he noticed Lewis stopped, looking down to meet his gaze. He ran his hands through Lewis’ hair and smiled, as much as Lewis tried to deny it, he was still a sentimental sap. 

Lewis kissed the tattoo before moving down to Changbin’s pec, squeezing the other with his hand while he swirled his tongue around his nipple. Changbin gasped, arching his back when he bit down. Changbin whimpered, nails digging into Lewis’ shoulder as he bit and sucked at his nipple, rolling the other between his index and thumb. His hips rutted upward and Lewis rolled his hips down, grinding his bare cock on Changbin’s clothed one. Lewis groaned, digging his forehead against Changbin’s shoulder at the friction, bringing relief to his aching cock. He started grinding against Changbin until he heard him whimper, trying to push his underwear down. 

Lewis pushed himself off and pulled Changbin’s underwear off, watching his hard cock slap against his stomach. Changbin was on his elbows staring at him, biting his lip as he breathed hard through his nose. Lewis looked up at him once before bending down and capturing the head of dick with his lips. Lewis has done this before, he’s been told he was very good with his mouth. Changbin moaned, throwing his head back as Lewis moved further down the bed to get into a better position. He wrapped his fingers around the base and began suckling on the top. Changbin swore, grabbing Lewis’ hair roughly. 

“Sh-shit! Shit! Lu!” Lewis took a deep breath before sinking down further, deepthroating Changbin’s cock. Changbin swore louder, thighs tensing as Lewis moaned around his cock, sending vibrations he felt all the way to his core. Lewis pushed his hips down and began sucking him earnestly, tongueing the slit. There was drool all over the base of his cock, slipping down to his balls. Changbin felt tears well up the corner of his eyes as his hips tried to move, still being held down by Lewis’ arm. He tugged at his brother’s hair, begging him to let him come. 

“Lu, please- ah! Plea-, I- Lu, fuck, fuc-!” Lewis sucked on the head hard before deepthroating once more, letting Changbin feel the scrape of his teeth. He pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva falling between his lips and Changbin’s cock. Lewis was still holding the base tightly to prevent Changbin from coming too soon. Changbin cried out, hissing at the sudden slap of cold air around him. Lewis spat on his cock, pumping him slowly. Changbin whimpered as his hips stuttered, trying to chase the feeling but Lewis was going too slow for it to actually do anything except stave off the oncoming orgasm. 

“Binnie-”

“Lu! Lu, please! Please pleaseplease, I-ah! Please, I’m close- so close-!” Changbin’s hips jumped as Lewis played with his balls, still shushing him.

“Shhh, Binnie, baby. Shh, listen, are you listening?” Lewis kissed Changbin’s hips, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Fuck, Lewis. Just-”

“Baby, you either come in mouth or you come when I’m in you, you choose.” Changbin froze, wide eyed. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t expecting it but hearing his brother say that was still jarring to him. Lewis flushed, a little embarrassed too. This didn’t have to be weird, he tried his best not to think about how he was about to fuck his twin but it was really hard when he had to look up and see his face staring back at him. Although, Lewis did think he had a very handsome face so he couldn’t complain that much. 

After a minute or two of rummaging through drawers, Changbin produced a half full bottle of lube and some condoms he hoped weren’t expired. Shakily, he handed them to Lewis before leaning back down on his pillows. He had stuffed one under hips while Lewis fumbled with the cap, popping it open and warming the lube in his palm. He held Changbin’s hips, squeezing once before reaching down to lightly brush his hole with his finger. Changbin threw his head back with a gasp, thighs trembling as Lewis kissed his stomach and chest. He could hear his brother whisper in between his kisses, soothing murmurs to help Changbin relax. Changbin placed a hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed the bed sheets. Lewis placed the finger against his hole but applied no pressure, leaving it there until Changbin began to whine and roll his hips. 

Lewis smirked against his stomach before making his way up his chest, licking his nipples in turn before moving all the way up to be face to face with Changbin. Changbin’s lashes fluttered as he moaned, whimpering as the stirring in his gut became too much. His legs were trying to close unconsciously but Lewis was between them and forced him to keep it spread. Lewis threaded his fingers through Changbin’s hair, tilting his face up so he could lean down and lick the seam of his lips. Changbin gasped and Lewis snaked his tongue in, licking the back of his teeth while they kissed. Having distracted Changbin, Lewis tried applying pressure until the tip of his finger went in. Changbin froze, accidentally biting down hard on Lewis’s bottom lip in shock. Lewis growled, pulling away and kissing down his neck. He tried to get him to relax, his bicep was tense as he kept his hand still until Changbin began to slowly relax. He pushed the rest of his finger until the hilt and Changin let out a shaky gasp. 

Lewis groaned at how tight Changbin was and wondered if Changbin ever bottomed for Minho. He wouldn’t be surprised if this was his first time but he would rather Changbin’s first time be with someone special and not a result of the devastating storm of emotions he’d been through. He curled his finger slowly, letting him adjust as Lewis decorated Changbin’s neck with hickies. Changbin began to moan more as he rolled his hips and Lewis began to pump the finger in and out. 

“Fuc- ah! S-shit, Lu- ah! ” Changbin was shaking all over. In between the branding kisses on his neck and the way Lewis was working him open, Changbin was feeling as if someone injected lava right into his veins. He was hot all over, trembling like some newborn deer trying to walk. His cock was leaking on his stomach, jerking every time Lewis pumped his finger. He could hear Lewis whisper as he licked the shell of his ear and Changbin began to babble for more. 

“Please pleaseplease, Lu! Please mor- ah! F-fuck!” Changbin’s eyes rolled back as Lewis added another finger, curling and scissoring his hole. It was still a bit tight but Lewis added more lube, making his fingers squelch as he pumped them in and out. Changbin blushed at the sound, his cock jumping. He hid his face in Lewis’s shoulder, feeling his brother’s chuckle reverberate in his chest. He hit his arms weakly and Lewis kissed the top of his head, smiling softly. 

Lewis worked him up to three fingers before trying to reach his prostate. He didn’t want to overwhelm him but Changbin was pushing his hips back for more so Lewis pushed in deeper and curled his fingers to where the small bundle of nerves would be. Changbin felt something akin to electric shock, his thighs tensed, knees squeezing Lewis’ sides. He moaned so loud, eyelids fluttering as he threw his head back. Lewis kissed his throat as he began fucking him with his fingers. Changbin held onto his shoulders for dear life, unable to keep any of his sounds in. His cock was leaking so much precum, it pooled in his belly button. He wanted to jerk himself off so bad but he couldn’t finish before Lewis was inside him. 

Changbin smashed their lips together, gasping against his mouth as he begged for Lewis to just fuck him properly. Lewis swore and pulled away, ignoring Changbin’s pitiful whines as he struggled with the condom. He pulled it on, hissing as he finally touched his own forgotten cock. Changbin was a bit nervous, his brother was definitely not small and he was worried that it wouldn’t fit. Lewis kissed his knee before pressing it down to his chest and exposing him. Lewis let his cock rest between his cheeks, Changbin flushing at the searing heat against his hole. He shakily took a deep breath, before nodding. 

Lewis began to push until his cock popped inside, stopping halfway to see if Changbin was okay. He could feel the sweat dripping down, his shoulders shaking from how tense he was. He had to calm down or else this would be over before it began. Changbin was feeling the same, he nearly came the moment Lewis entered him. He moaned as Lewis continued until the hilt, stopping to let him breathe. Changbin grabbed his cock, squeezing the base as he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm. The two kissed, tongues curling around each other to try and distract themselves. Lewis pulled his hips back and thrusted in, and Changbin nearly choked on air. He was sure it wasn’t real but he could feel Lewis’ cock all the way in his throat. Lewis didn’t bother hiding his smug smile as Changbin couldn’t do anything but gag as he began to pump his hips slowly. Lewis kissed his cheek when he began fucking him properly. Changbin could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin to scratch angry red lines on his back. 

Lewis growled, fucking him hard as Changbin sobbed for more. He caged Changbin’s head with his arms, covering his whole body with his own. Changbin was starting to feel overwhelmed as his senses were flooded with his brother’s everything. His scent, the way he sounded, the way his mouth tasted, the way his body felt against him. Lewis didn’t even bother stopping Changbin from fisting his cock, fucking into his own fist and back down on Lewis’ cock. Changbin didn’t even seem aware he was doing it as Lewis continued to fuck him. He could feel his orgasm mounting, his thighs tensed as he reached in between them. Lewis batted away Changbin’s hand so he could wrap his own hand around his cock and began frantically jerking him off. 

Changbin nearly screamed, throwing his head back from the pleasure as Lewis fucked him. He was caught off guard when the string snapped and his cock began to spurt white strings of cum all the way up to his chest. Changbin moaned, stuffing his face in the pillows as he came. Lewis mouthed at the tattoo on his chest, fucking into him as he chased his own high. He held Changbin’s cock loosely in his hand, still dribbling cum. Changbin whined from the sensitivity but his hips still stuttered as Lewis began grinding against him, losing his rhythm. He came with a shout, filling the condom. Changbin desperately wished he could feel him paint his insides but maybe they could do that next time. 

Lewis twisted his fist, squeezing the last of Changbin’s cum until he felt like he was milked dry. Lewis collapsed on top of him, feeling his muscles give out. The two were breathing harshly, feeling the dust settle as they tried to catch their breath. Changbin slowly brought his arm up to wrap around Lewis, letting his fingers trace the lines of his tattoo absently. Lewis nearly fell asleep until he felt the stickiness between them. His eyes had fallen shut as Changbin kissed his sweaty temple, humming. 

“As much as I enjoy you crushing my ribs, this feels disgusting.” Changbin’s voice was hoarse and Lewis couldn’t stop himself from smirking. Changbin snorted, slapping his shoulder lightly. 

“Shut up, asshat and get up. It’s hot.” 

“Didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”

“Well, your dick isn’t in my ass anymore so get up. I want a shower.” Lewis rolled his eyes and lifted himself up with a grunt. He felt his softening dick slip out and he pulled the condom off, tying it before throwing on the floor. Changbin wrinkled his nose in disgust but Lewis simply smiled before burying his face in the pillows. 

“Hey! Get your sweaty face off my pillow. Who said you were sleeping here?” Changbin groaned as the twinge of pain from his lower half shot up his spine when he tried to sit up. He began pushing Lewis’ shoulder while Lewis turned over to face down. 

“Lulu wants to sleep with Binnie. Stop being mean to Lulu!” Changbin rolled his eyes as Lewis’ muffled baby voice began to whine. He tried pushing him off but his brother was strong, clutching the pillows. 

“Come oon, stop being such a baby. Get up! You’ll dirty my sheets.” 

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Lewis peeked one eye up, looking at Changbin with a mischievous glint in his eye. Changbin looked down at the mess on his stomach and the wet spot from the lube and blushed. He punched Lewis in the shoulder before turning over to face the other side. Lewis laughed before crawling up to drape himself over Changbin and coo. 

“Aww, Binnie, don’t be mad. We can clean up later. Aren’t you tired?” Lewis smiled as Changbin sighed before he rolled onto his back. He looked up at Lewis who was leaning over him. 

“But I feel gross.” Changbin pouted, making Lewis snort. 

“Mmm, but your sweat is so sexy.” Lewis purred before licking Changbin’s cheek. Changbin shrieked, slapping Lewis before pushing him away. Lewis laughed, hugging Changbin tighter and throwing his leg over him. He continued to lick him and Changbin whined at how gross he was being while Lewis laughed. 

The two began to settle after Lewis finally got up to grab his towel. Changbin whined at how he would have to wash that too while Lewis snapped at how neither of them wanted to walk all the way to the bathroom. They settled back in bed, Lewis holding Changbin against his chest. He blamed it on the fatigue from the whole day but he wonders why his brain has yet to process the sheer gravity of what they’ve done. Lewis glanced down to check on Changbin, who seemed to have fallen asleep already. He could feel his stomach turn, terrified they would both wake up and hate each other. His arms tightened subconsciously and Changbin hummed, looking up to see Lewis’ furrowed brow. He sighed, burying himself in his chest. 

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.” 

“Aren’t you…”

“Aren’t I what?”

“Scared?” Changbin paused, he wasn’t expecting that. He pulled away a little just so he could face Lewis. He thumbed the space between his eyebrows until Lewis relaxed. Changbin smiled, cupping his cheeks and laying a kiss on his nose. 

“Why would I be scared if you’re here?” Lewis huffed, no longer frowning but Changbin could tell he was still worried. He felt it too, of course he did. They had just done all of that but as much as Changbin knew it was wrong, he couldn’t think of regretting it. He loved his brother and he knew Lewis loved him just as much. They could both deal with the repercussions later. Right now, all that mattered was the way Lewis’ heartbeat matched his as the two drifted off to sleep.