With each passing second, Cobra's longing's were becoming greater, and then they were a need. The scratches inflicted a mixture of pain and pleasure which caused his eyes to roll back in his head as he tugged at his brother's hair gently. The way Tarantula could make him feel was far greater than any of the other men or women he had been with; and Cobra had been with hundreds. None of them were a match to Tarantula.
His brother's hand began to grope his backside, and Cobra gasped once more, giving Tarantula's hair a sharp pull. He wanted more. He needed more.
Pressing hard against his brother, he felt the heat from their bodies radiating off of them. He suddenly wanted to be free of the constricting clothes that bound him, and tugged at his shirt impatiently. At this point, clothes were only a hindrance.
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