Of course Cobra was shocked by his brother's easy forgiveness, which was usually a thing that took weeks and almost more pain than Cobra could handle to gain. However, he wasn't going to question the gift he was being given; making love to Tarantula was what Cobra lived for. Most of the time Tarantula was rough, bringing pain to Cobra and dominating him, but Cobra loved every minute of it. And then again, there were the times when Cobra's brother was gentle with him...
Those were the times that truly gave Cobra something to live for. All of the beatings he received, the scoldings, the times that Tarantula told Cobra that he was worthless, hated, and a waste of space - all of that faded away under the gentle caresses and tender kisses. At times, Tarantula had even said those three little words, the words that made Cobra tingle all over.
Even if it was all a lie, especially when Tarantula said, "I love you," it was still incredible. In fact, making love to Tarantula at all - whether rough and passionate or gentle and loving - was wonderful to Cobra. And so he willing opened himself up to all that Tarantula gave him.
As Tarantula began working on his ear, Cobra felt himself become aroused. He tried to hold back, embarrassed by how quickly and easily his brother could affect him in such aw ay. But there was no hiding the fact that he was full of lust for his twin. It was sinful, it was despicable, it was horrendous in every way - and Cobra didn't give one fuck about any of that.
Pulled against Tarantula, Cobra placed one hand on his brother's muscled chest, feeling breathless. His other hand moved up to tangle in Tarantula's dark, perfectly straight hair. Pushing his brother's head towards him, Cobra kissed Tarantula softly, questioningly.
Would Tarantula allow Cobra to get away with such a bold move?
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