Having both recently left Doms who just weren’t right for them, twins Christopher and Robin get together at a coffee house to commiserate. They can’t help but wish out loud for the men they’re looking for. These ideal men are as different as the twins are alike, though, and they lament ever finding two Doms to fit the bill.
When barista Core asks Robin to go to dinner with him after hearing his wishlist, Christopher can’t help but be jealous of his twin. That soon changes, however, when Darren approaches his table with a few wishes of his own.
Can Christopher and Robin really both find exactly what they’re looking for on the same night? Or is it too big a coincidence to be real?
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He let Robin in, and then led his new boy down the hall to the back downstairs apartment. The house had been split into four apartments—two on the main floor and two on the second floor. He had a huge place, full of light but he could show it to Robin in the morning. The only room that was important right now was the bedroom.
“These are rooms.” He waved in the general direction of the rest of the place as he brought Robin down the hall.
“Uh-huh.” Robin was looking nowhere but him.
It was heady, having those lovely brown eyes focused on him. Heady and good. They barely made it into the bedroom before he’d cupped Robin’s cheeks and tilted him up for another of those kisses like they’d shared at the restaurant. Only now they were alone and had no reason to stop.
Robin pressed up against him, eager and erect, not denying him anything.
One hand drifting downward, he grabbed hold of Robin’s pert little ass as he slid his tongue into Robin’s mouth. Robin’s hips rocked, pushed right into his touch. Needy little slut. They needed to get the edge off, and then there would be spanking and fucking—two of his very favorite things.
Core moved them toward the bed, taking one stumbling step after another as he refused to end the kiss long enough to get his bearings to just do it. It worked, though, because Robin was moaning into his mouth, licking and fucking his lips, sucking his tongue. Someone was on fire.
He finally felt the bed against his legs and he sat, drawing Robin into his lap, straddling his legs.
“Oh. Better.” Robin nodded, tongue fucking his lips.
“Uh-huh.” They weren’t in danger of falling down on their asses this way. And he could get more grabby and rub them together, which he did. Robin seemed to agree, one hundred percent, and rubbed right back.
“Need skin,” Core suggested, his own hands too full of Robin’s ass to deal with their zippers.
“Uh-huh.” Robin tugged at Core’s shirt, fingers brushing his belly.
It was like he’d been touched by a live wire and he moaned, cock like nails.
“God, I want you.” Robin dived in for another kiss, fingers shoving at his shirt.
“Ditto. A nice quick one so we can go longer with me in you.”
Robin needed to get them out of their pants first, though. Core really wanted flesh on flesh.
“Fuck. Fuck, yes.” Robin’s palm pushed against his prick.
“Need to feel your skin, baby.” He let go of Robin’s ass so he could take over the pant removal.
He got both zippers undone and Robin stood, pushing his jeans down. Core managed to lift his ass enough to tug his jeans off his hips, then he pulled Robin back to him and got a hand around both their cocks.
Oh fuck. Hot and silky, Robin felt amazing.
“Yes.” Robin nodded, face going slack.
Leaning in, Core took a kiss, his hand finding a rhythm that was going to send him over soon, if not Robin.
“Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. So good.”
Core squeezed the heads of their pricks together on every upstroke, watching Robin’s face.
“Close.” Robin clenched his teeth. “Oh, damn.”
“Nice and fast this time.” He grinned, squeezing harder.
Fuck, he loved watching a man lose it.
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