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Prom was supposed to be the best, most anticipated night of an adolescent's life, right??
So the idea of going to the senior prom with his twin brother actually seemed pretty awesome-- who better to go with in actuality?
It wasn't like there was even much thought given to who they would ask to the dance-- the Mario twins were that-- the pair of cartoonishly cliché Italian brothers who fit the very bill of Euro-Anglo fellas; always elbow deep in some project, a motorcycle that had taken all summer to get perfect; different tasks around their neighborhood-- they'd already started doing side-jobs for a local wrecking company of a guy that lived in their brownstone-- but that was all besides the point.
No one was particular looking at the boys as prospects-- they were a package.
Ideally, if they also went to high school with another set of twins, maybe they could work something out but... there was no real reason to consider going to the Senior Prom with anyone else-- and it wasn't weird, it just was what it was.
Groups went together at dances all the time, girlfriend gaggles, dude-bro bunches, best friends went just to bullshit and people watch and see if anyone was brave enough to dance with one another or spike the punch.
“Do proms even y'know, h-have punch anymore, that seems so like-- I dunno...” The taller of the twins trailed off, arms unwrapping from his stocky brother's mid-section a few moments after their Virago came to a stop. He pulled off his green helmet, setting it down on his seat after standing and waiting for Mario to pull off his own, hands out to accept the headgear.
“Shit man, I dunno, maybe? Do you even like punch?” And of course, the chubbier twin lightly punched his taller counterpart, grinning too brightly at him the moment they both were off the Yamaha they'd worked on.
It had been a birthday present from Uncle Artie, who was really pleased with himself, the garage-find Yamaha hadn't been turned on for a decade but he knew the boys were handy and 'knew a guy that had a bay they could screw around in'-- Wasn't the best phrasing, as both Mario and Luigi winced for their own reasons at their regularly obliviously blunt uncle.
“C-C'mon, stunad! You're gonna get my jacket dirty!” Rubbing at the not-really hurt tricep, Luigi shoved back at his shorter bro, grinning before stepping back quickly, then adjusting his tie. He'd done decently for the shindig, they both had; hitting up the local Goodwill and scrapping together something decent for the two of them for under $20.
Mario had been all about getting a t-shirt with a tuxedo on it but even that was out of budget.
Standing outside of the steadily filling high school, the Mario twins straightened their second-hand blazers, Luigi lucking out with his jacket coming with a vest. Their slacks didn't match the their coats, but they knew that this was going to be a good time. A red bow tie and a green bow tie complimented their earnestly put together outfits and for what it was worth-- the twins matched one another and that's all that mattered. They'd be a soft highlight of the prom, just the novelty alone.
The shorter of the two pulled off his biking gloves, stuffing them into the pocket of the jacket that was just a tad-bit too long (but the right width for him frame), then grinned a shiny, brace-faced grin at his taller half. They both needed braces, much to their father's chagrin-- Mario with an overbite and Luigi with an under-bite (big surprise)-- The first born twin had been the 'brave' one, opting to get the oral hardware installed first, just so his little bro knew that it was manageable (it was not, in fact manageable, they both had been sulky little meatballs afterwards, their Ma actually indulging them in gelato for dinner – though Lu had gone with sorbet) the two regularly switching up their rubber bands with red and green-- ever complimenting one another.
It was cute... and they both knew it was cute and somewhat expected.
They both were pumped-- even if it was just to mingle around, see who actually showed up, see who was going to get tricked into dancing or admitting a crush-- This was what High School was about, right? This was supposed to be a big one and both boys knew that the underlying current of this night for many was... well.
Neither would mention the whole 'virginity' prospect-- that was more for the movies, a cliché. BUT! It would be kinda comical to see if anyone tonight was going to get outta pocket with anyone else. All bets were on Suzie DiCicco getting knocked up, again, but that was a rumor in itself.
The twins glanced up at the too-familiar building and Mario held out his arm, elbow crooked, delighted in how his brother elbowed him back before hooking their arms.
Tonight was going to be fun and the energy they were walking into was already electrified with hormones and pent up expectations.
Upon entering the already crowded building, the shorter brother noticed his brother letting out an already nervous noise, too many people just milling around and he took this as a cue to pull Luigi closer, doing what his Ma liked to call the 'Bronx Walk' through the crowd of their peers. Two tickets pulled out of his back pocket and it was then that Luigi noticed that Mario had already gotten the Prom admission wristband wrapped around his arm.
“Earth to Luigi, you wanna go in or you wanna hang out here, c'mon stunad.” Mario teased, quoting his brother from not a few moments ago.
“Err-- y-yeah, yeah...” The taller twin offered his unhooked wrist to the school librarian doing double-duty for the school event and let out sigh of relief as they were freed from the teenager corral into the re-vamped cafeteria-turned-dance hall.
“Not too shabby, huh?” The two walked into the darkened room, steamers, glitter, confetti, all sorts of other sparkly shrapnel that would likely get into the treads of their sneakers for the next few months-- but it was glorious.
“I.. I uh like it... it's pretty.” Luigi admitted, grinning at his brother; the strobe lights and other errant lighting glinting off of his braces and distracting the shorter twin.
He hated this part of himself, the one that got dazzled by his brother.
For being considered wimpy, he knew who Luigi was-- and maybe he was a tiny bit jealous. Slimmer, taller, his mustache had come in first and was even and irritatingly perfect-- and he was so kind that anyone who was a prick to him really was going out of their way to get their ass beat.
Mario would whomp literally anyone who tried to take his brother's smile away... he'd even gotten into it with their Pop once, getting into the patriarch's face when he'd gone too hard on his 'soft son'... and it had been his brother's touch to his both shoulders, muttering that it was okay and finally their Ma getting in her husband's face with a shaking finger and a unhinged jaw that cooled Mario down just enough to stomp off to his shared bedroom.
“Sure is, bro...” He murmured, glad for the darkened room as he let out held breath and sighed out a pleased sound.
“So, about that punch--” Luigi whirled, catching his twin's fist with a mischievous grin and a loud 'Ah-ha!' pleased at knowing his brother oh-so-well. “--Yeah, yeah, you can get me some, I'm goin' over t-there...” The taller Mario twin pointed to a very perfect spot for him to sprout as a wallflower, already waving over his head at his chubby little tomato brother as he bee-lined for the safe-space.
Nodding in affirmation, Mario made haste over to the table of snacks and drinks, only sort of disappointed to not see an entire punch bowl but the drinks already portioned out into cups. Ah well, that took the fun outta that-- Not that he had any alcohol, but there was a half a bottle of red wine that he'd hidden away in their closet, maybe tonight would be a good enough reason to crack it out.
Zoning out for a minute at the idea of sitting on his bed in the dark, sharing slugs out of a bottle of wine with his brother shot a ripple of exhilaration through him... Sharing a bottle like that would be dangerously close to...
Blinking down at the solo cups in his hands, the older of the two took a deep breath, knowing that the night was young and there still was a few hours of shenanigans before whatever probably wouldn't happen definitely wouldn't happen. He pivoted from the table, zeroing in immediately on his twin brother, who couldn't be looking less uncomfortable as he leaned back against the wall, one foot braced against it, his jacket already off and held over his shoulder.
How infuriating that he was this attractive. God, it really wasn't fair and it was incredibly likely that he had zero percent knowledge that he looked as... ugh, so many words ran through the mind of the shorter bro, his feet carrying him over to the person he knew almost better than himself.
Luigi, who also appeared to have been zoning out had an immediately radiant smile splashing across his face as soon as he acknowledged his twin's presence, the side of his mouth turning up under his mustache.
“H-hey, sheesh, thought you forgot about me...” Came the teased admission, the taller Italian reaching out for the cup of juice.
“How absolute dare you, no-- this cup is mine, I did forget you, these are both for me!” Mario teased, pulling the cup back and somehow managing to avoid the lurch of red drink splashing out of the cup onto the floor.
“That one's yours...” Luigi muttered, reaching for the fuller cup as his shorter-half was distracted with looking at the little mess on the floor.
“Hey!”
“Hay, is for horses.”
“Ugh, you're so lame.”
“Mom says that, is she lame?”
Mario mock-glared at his kiss-ass baby brother, downing what was left of his punch and crushing the cup before tossing it in a nearby trash bin.
“She is when she says that shit.” He teased, grinning too widely at the mortified look on his twins's face.
“I'm-I'm telling.”
“I dare you.” The short stack countered, hands on his wide hips as he gazed at his brother-- and it was Luigi's turn to feel like all of the air had been sucked out this room.
Everything about his big bro was... pretty much perfect. He was loved by everyone, he was hilarious, his sense of humor was only outmatched by how generous he was-- and all like it was nothing, no big deal to share, no big deal to help, no skin off his hide to finish the task. He was admirable and the way his twin smiled at him made him hope that someday he could make someone feel that special with just a look. It didn't hurt that the dimpled grin his bro shot him with went straight through his chest every single time and was 99% the reason why he was conned into doing pretty much anything he asked.
“--Double-dog dare you.”
“E-Ehh?”
“Don't act like you didn't hear me, bro!” Mario teased, having broken his taller-half's tangent of thoughts with the ante-up'd dare.
“You-you want me to tell mom you think she's lame? A-and I'm the one that's gonna get in trouble? Chh, yeah right!!” Suddenly laughing, Luigi matched his twin's posture a hand on his own hip, pointing at his shorter counterpart.
“Just watch me!”
“You won't.”
“I-I will!!”
“You WON'T!” Mario grinned at him, getting in his face with a finger point-- to which Luigi backed down, hands up defensively.
“Y-You're right--” And he brought a hand to his vested chest, flourishing with the drama. “I wouldn't do that to our Mama.”
“...” That gave Mario a pause, brow mock furrowed as his hands went back to his hips. “...That's true, ain't it.”
“Mmhmm!” Luigi said matter-of-factly, now grinning down the length of his nose at his shorter twin brother.
“You win this round, Weeg, but it's still lame as hell and you know it.”
“Yeah, but you love it.”
Again, grateful for the darkened room, Mario snorted, playfully shoving at his brother's shoulder, his cheeks warming-- and he regarded his annoyingly handsome sibling, stubble'd chin, acne'd cheeks and all.
“So, are we gonna dance, or what?”
The question caught Luigi off guard (and Mario too, who didn't even realize it has floated out of his mouth until he watched his brother's eyes lock on his in bewilderment.
“H-Here?”
“Yeah, at the Prom.”
“N....Now?”
“YEAH, my dude. We are at the prom, my thick-headed brother, what else are we supposed to do, play Parcheesi?”
“...How dare you call me lame.”
“WHAT?? It's not a bad game!!”
Shaking his head as he pushed off the wall, the taller twin left his jacket in a neat pile on the floor where he'd been standing, as if it was going to keep his spot.
“Yeah, it is.”
Leading the way to the dance floor, Mario shrugged, not bothering to glance over his shoulder as he knew his bro was following.
“That's because you always lose at it.”
“Because Uncle Anthony taught you how to cheat!” He laughed, poking a finger at his brother's stomach and watching him try to dart away and fail. Perks of having a chubby brother.
“Yeah, yeah, that's hearsay...” Mario muttered and the two were now standing before each other, not sure what to do next.
“Err.. Uhh... we.. uh r-really doin' this?” Luigi asked in a hushed breath, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about not knowing how to dance and making that pretty obvious to their graduating class.
“Yep.” It was a simple response, Mario grinning a sparkly, brace-faced smile at his taller half as he reached for his brother's hands, moving one to his waist, the other folded between his fingers.
There was a moment of tension, the space closing between them and Luigi glanced down at his twin with an almost worried look, his touch too light on his brother's hip.
“I—I...”
“Right... You get to lead, you're taller, dummy.” The shorter of the two murmured, gazing up at his taller-half and feeling his heart rate increase instantly. There was something about how his bro behaved when he was nervous or anxious that was as thrilling as when he was confident and assertive. (This wasn't too common of an occurrence unless the Baby B of the Mario twins had something locked down, playing the bass, finishing a project, the first time he successfully drove stick and wouldn't stop driving until their dad literally chased down the Buick.)
“O-Okay...” the aforementioned Baby B murmured, swallowing visibly as he spread his hand against his brother's hip, clenching his fingers a little tighter in their clamped hands.
“Is it okay?”
Only able to nod, Luigi sucked in a shaky breath, finally able to gaze down at his twin and he felt the rest of the air rush from his lungs.
This was... really romantic... and he definitely shouldn't be feeling light-headed and warm as he was at the moment-- but this was kind of dreamy. That was until he stepped on his brother's sneaker and a combination of a laugh and an 'ow!' left his lips.
It was the mouth that the taller bro was drawn to first, then those blue eyes that were nearly his own.
“S-Sorry, I … I mean I don't know wh-what the hell I'm doin'...” Luigi admitted, biting his bottom lip and looking expectantly at his twin. “We... we can stop.”
“No!” It was adamant and quick, maybe too quick from the chubbier-half's mouth, the hand on his brother's shoulder moving to his cheek suddenly and he tipped Luigi's chin down to look at their feet. “We're gonna learn together, okay?”
Looking back up at his counterpart, the perpetually nervous twin nodded, trying not to lean his stubbled jaw into his brother's hand.
“We're doin' a box, watch.” – and the hand slipped back to his shoulder, Luigi nodding as he watched and followed. It only took three tries, the second with Mario actually stumbling on his brother's kicks and they both laughed. They could fail together, it just made succeeding together that much better.
“W-We're doin' it.” The taller of the two murmured after they got the hang of it... and then it was just easy. He didn't get the burning look from his twin, only felt the hand on his shoulder spread more to his back as his brother moved closer.
“Y-yeah we are...” Mario muttered back, his cheeks warm as he glanced up at his twin and it was Luigi who felt like the breath got slapped out of him-- Mario never stuttered. Like, maybe once or twice in an ever.
Matching his twin's grip, Luigi found his hand spreading against his brother's waist, sliding just slightly to his lower back and it felt... incredibly scandalous to be in a room full of their peers while practically pulling his brother's body to his own.
Fortunately, there was so much other chaos going down at once and being who they were and how attached at the hip, this didn't seem all that out of place.
What was out of place, was how the shorter twin's mouth went dry and a flash of something expectant crossed his face, something nerve-wracking and hopeful... His stomach clenched as Luigi leaned down, an eyebrow arched curiously as he tucked his face against his brother's ear.
“Y-You okay bro?”
Only able to nod at the moment, the Baby A of the duo swallowed, his hand spreading to the middle of his brother's spine and he tucked his forehead against his twin's stubbled jaw and pulled him closer.
Now Luigi was thrown for the loop, his face going so hot his ears burned-- the brush of the mustache against is neck made a small noise start and die instantly in his throat.
This was... becoming too much, too quickly.
“H-hey.”
“--I--” They both turned, tilting their gazes up and down respectively and for a moment their noses touched and a beat passed. Then another.
Mario watched his brother's gaze flick down to his mouth as he licked his dry lips and his eyes widened-- He watched the already present flush on his twin's cheeks darken and in turn it made a little whine clip in his throat.
“Y-You're really good at this.” Another stutter and the Baby B of the two felt his eyes flutter shut for a second, taking the unexpected compliment and allowing it to transform into a light laugh that left his mouth.
“N-Not hardly, I'm too close, I'm-I'm all over you.” The words rushed from his mouth and he caught a blazing look from his shorter brother-- then watched that face transform, a mischievous look taking place of the uncertain, almost nervous look that didn't look natural on Mario's face.
“Here... try like... this.” The red-bow tied Baby-A murmured, stepping impossibly closer, both arms now hanging over his twin's shoulders. Close enough at they were touching lightly from chest to belly, it was Luigi's turn to worry his bottom lip between his teeth, both hands now settling on his brothers's waist.
“We're-we're... too close..” He whispered into his brother's ear, eyes shutting as he touched his forehead to his brother's temple.
“No such thing.” Mario whispered back, turning his head just enough to grin gleefully at his brother, puckering his lips in a mock-kiss, just barely disheveling his mustache.
“Jesus...” The taller bro hissed, turning his face away, eyes squeezing shut harder as he tried not to focus on where they were touching, how hard his heart was pounding. Mario was.. pushing his buttons and it was on-par for the teasing, but it was going in a direction they'd only ever teased with. Inhaling sharply, the lankier twin turned his face against his brother's, nose under his ear. “If you keep s-screwing with me, I'm gonna bite ya.”
“Do it, I dare you.” The chubbier twin said too quickly, always ready to challenge his brother.
And without hesitation, Luigi did, metal tracks of his braces catching his duplicate's skin, which caused an immediate wince-- and the bite was only for a second, laughably, but it had Mario cackling and trying to squirm away.
“Hey! Hey!! I was kidding!!” He laughed, voice breaking on the word and Luigi pulled back with a small smirk, the same defiant sparkle in his brother's eyes now in his own.
“Y-yeah well, don't dare me, then.”
“I'll dare you all I want...” Came the smart retort, Mario rubbing at his neck with one hand while still holding onto his twin's shoulder, not able to meet his brother's gaze suddenly.
Luigi was quiet at this, hands still on his brother's hips but his eyelids had lowered, a few blinks of recognition as he adjusted their stance, suddenly pulling them flush together, his arms wrapped tightly around his brother's middle.
“D...Did you like that?” He whispered hoarsely into his twin's ear, feeling for once like had the upper hand on his always confident brother.
“The fuck I did...” Mario hissed back, “Seems like you, did, bro...” Was the equally as accusatory response, the hands on his twin's shoulders sliding down to his lower back, pinning them together.
This... was not the first time they'd encountered this situation... but it likely was going to be the first time the twins were mutually motivated to do something about it instead of nervously playing it off as just... horsing around or some youthful hormonal stuff.
It was prom.
It was special.
It was... excusable this time, this was an... occasion.
A whine left Luigi's mouth and it caused the breath to wheeze out of his twin's in response, the two locking gazes knowingly. And of course... it had to be Mario, who flicked his eyes to his bro's bitten bottom lip and then to his eyes, the mischievous look set right back in place.
“Come with me.”
“Err... Do I h-have a ch-choice?”
“Nope!” It was said to quickly, the chubbier twin splitting from his brother and dragging him by the hand into the locker rooms attached to the gymnasium that were being double-dutied for lavatories.
No sooner dragged in, the door banging shut behind them did the shorter twin beeline for the handicap stall at the end, slapping the lock shut as he pushed his taller counterpart against the powder-coated steel.
It was all happening so fast, Luigi tipping his head down just enough to touch his forehead to his twin's, they were already breathing in each other's exhales-- they had been and it wasn't even weird to be this close, it was the heat, their eyes all over...
Was this...okay?
Were they strong enough to go here and come through it unscathed?
Jaw flexing, the taller twin suddenly surged forward, stepping his brother back the five feet across the stall to press him to the wall, both hands cupping his cheek before he moved in like was going to steal their first kiss then hesitated.
The look that he shot his twin was very... nervous, naturally, but tangled with something very hopeful and Mario obliged, he couldn't help it-- he always would.
The distance between their red-and-green matching train-tracked braced mouths was closed mutually, a tentative, almost ghost of a kiss as they tried each other, testing the water.
It was Mario, of course it was, who pushed up, getting on his toes and tipping his head to the side a bit more, their noses barely brushing and then both sucked in identical shudder-y breaths, and exhaled nearly the same sound; a combination of awe and relief.
“Holy shit...”
“I know, right?” The shorter brother panted against his brother's mouth, then pressed forward for another kiss and another, they were stuck between cupping the other's face, trying to get closer, Luigi finally settling on cupping his twin's rounder face and Mario fisting his taller brother's vest in his hands, trying not to shake with how exciting this was.
They had to break apart to breathe, foreheads touching as they panted together... Mario was almost nervous to meet his brother's eyes but an audible sound of relief left him as he gazed up into lust-blown sapphire... it made his body shake with even more pent-up excitement. He shifted against his twin, watching Luigi's eyes flutter shut for a second, his head tipping back as their groins very deliberately ground together.
“HOLY SHIT.” The taller twin wheezed against his brother's cheek, biting his bottom lip as he gave into the irresistible urge to push harder back against him.
Two could play at this game.
“Ohmygod...” The words left the shorter Mario brother in a husky whisper, almost as if he was shocked at his own admission.
They were openly grinding now, the chubbier twin holding onto his lankier counterpart's shoulders as they tried to find the right way to fit together, breaths coming quickly as the panted together.
“I wanna see your dick...” Mario wheezed out and his taller half froze, perhaps the most pathetically cute whine to date leaving his lungs like the last breath of a dying man.
“Wh-wah—wawawawa...???” Was all Luigi could manage, staring at his twin as the other's hands went to the front of his cheap slacks. “W-wah-wait—wh--”
“Spit it out, man, I don't hear ya stoppin' me...” Mario whispered thickly, dizzy from how hard he was but he needed to see this, it had been driving him crazy for years-- if this was the only time they were gonna fuck around, he was gonna find out.
Time was slowing down and Luigi was trying to to hyperventilate as he watched his twin barely fumble for a second with his belt, deft with the button and zipper. Hands he knew as well as his own slid into green and white polka-dotted boxers and he had to bring both hands up to his mouth to smother the keening whine that left him as his cock was touched by someone other than himself for the first time in his young life.
“Uhh—hhh...” He couldn't form words at the moment and rightfully so but did find his mouth falling open in shock as both of his hands went to his brother's head, fingers in his hair. It would be SO EASY to grab two fistfuls and rip him away, to shove him back and protest, say that this was a mistake, this wasn't right-- but he only managed to stay still, holding his breath entirely as he stared at his twin inspecting his dick.
“...Of course it is...”
“W...Wha?”
“Your dick.” For emphasis, the kneeling Mario bro slid his hand from crown to base and back up, slowly jerking his twin off and watching with fascination as his prick arched towards him. Oh wow, he really did like this, huh. (His dick literally did the same thing, trapped in his slacks.) “It's just like you.”
He leaned closer to inspect the cut cock, tipping his head to the side to glance at his brother before pressing his lips right to the tip.
A shriek ripped out of Luigi and he clamped both hands over his mouth, staring down at his brother in panic-- but it was so unbearably hot to see Mario smug-mugging at him, the side of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk as he pressed another kiss to the dick in his hands and went for more.
That 'for more' ended up being an almost nick to his beloved brother's cock tip from the steel wires of his braces, a whimper now leaving Luigi and he pulled back.
“Sorry-- sorry...”
“Not here. Hfmf..”
“Wha..?”
Dragging his brother up by the lapels of his cheap sport coat, the taller twin wheezed out a more deliberate “Not here. Home.” His eyes blazing with need as he stared down his shorter half, challenging him to defy the request.
“Okay, okay... Definitely. Yes. Let's-a go... C'mon, put your dick away.”
“Y-You're the one that got it out!!” Luigi hissed, shaking as he tried desperately to push his boner back into his boxers. “Holy shit...”
“You keep sayin' that...”
“I mean... C-can you blame me?”
“No, nope, not at all. This is pretty big holy shit stuff.”
Nodding in agreement, the younger Mario bro sighed as he leaned back into his shoulders against the wall of the stall. He regarded his twin brother, this person he loved with every piece of his heart, his gaze lowering from his flushed face to the obvious and irritatingly big looking bulge in his pants. He dared to reach forward, cupping his brother's cock through his pants and was rewarded with Mario letting out a similar keen to his own; quickly swallowing the noise.
“Y-yeah, let's-a go...” Luigi murmured, unable to keep the delighted smile from his face as his brother draped both arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss.
How was this so natural, so fast?
How was it this easy to lean into a kiss with his twin?
Why did it feel so good to feel Mario's heart beating in the throb of his dick?
It took someone else shoving open the bathroom door too hard, cursing under their breath as the stall next to them slammed open and the door slammed shut.
“Ughhh... Goddd... I'm so nervoussssughhoghgg...” And what was probably a pre-shit groan of nerves leaving one of their classmates unlucky enough to suffer from IBS on Prom night.
THAT was their cue to split, the twins doing their best to quickly adjust themselves as they separated and even that suddenly was difficult, Mario reaching back to grab his brother's hand; keep their connection alive.
The cheap blazer that Luigi had shucked off almost immediately was scooped up, the taller of the two brothers sliding his arms into it as they hastily made their way out of the dance. To anyone witnessing this, they simply looked like they were in a rush-- maybe they'd gotta a call from home? Had to split? Who the hell cared; that was the beauty of tonight.
The sounds of their sneakers slapping against the pavement as they wordlessly made it to the motorcycle was accompanied by the sounds of quick breathing-- it almost sounded like laughing; Mario finally barking out an excited laugh as he dropped his motorcycle gloves on the ground, showing his nerves. It would have been easy to sidle up behind him, make some cheeky comment... but ever the earnest brother, Luigi held out his brother's helmet, feeling only the tiniest bit bashful that less than 10 minutes ago his twin had handled his dick-- no, scratch that, kissed it.
That had a shudder of excitement ripple through him and the taller twin pulled on his helmet, flipping up the visor so he could stare at his other half; he knew he was still hard and this ride might kill them both but ya know what? Worth it.
As soon as Mario sat down in front of him, Luigi wrapped his arms round his waist, no hesitation in each hand spreading way too close to his twin's trapped erection. The heat was outstanding but the way his brother shifted back, pressing the curve of his unbearable cake ass against the front of his slack had him struggling already.
Mario flipped up his visor, glancing over his shoulder at his brother and caught his gaze.
“Behave yerself, ya degenerate.”
"Stai zitto, stunad (Shut up, fool), you started it.”
“Yeah, you gonna end it?”
“Y-You just focus on getting us home. Then you'll see what I'm gonna do.” Luigi muttered the last half, enjoying being able to be smug with his twin like this.
“What was that?”
“...Let's-a Go!”
Moving both hands to his brother's crotch and squeezing, Luigi shifted that much closer, front tucked tight against his twin's back and was only mildly amused as Mario moved his hands up, sliding over the apron-y part of his belly to settle on where his belt would be if he ever bothered.
“H-Here, or I'm gonna crash the bike...” He admitted with a wheeze, feeling a bead of sweat already at his temple at how hard it was (literally) to focus with a boner pressed between his ass-cheeks.
Fortunately, home was just a few lights away; just enough time to let the last half -an-hour replay through his head...
Had Luigi always wanted this too?
Adjusting his already sweating hands, the taller of the Mario twins let out a grunt that was lost in his helmet, fingers tightening against the belt-loops of his brother's slacks and he pulled him back harder against him, using the leverage to lay against the soft curve of his back from ass-to-shoulders. One hand moved up to cup his brother's belly, indulging himself on the pudge that he usually reserved for ogling at and poking whenever he could. Having a handful of him was adding to how wonderfully overwhelming this all was... and it felt terribly romantic at the same time.
Yeah... he probably did always want this too-- and despite being terribly horny, he tipped his head back just enough to rest against his twin's reassuringly.
The rest of the ride home was a blur, side streets dipped down to avoid most lights; Mario hastily parking the bike in little garage under the brownstone shared with their broad family.
As soon as the Yamaha jerked to a stop, the too-cocky Mario twin nearly flew off the bike seconds, chucking his helmet and Luigi, despite being desperate beyond comprehension at this point couldn't help but fetch the disrespected headgear, carefully placing them next to each other, where they belong. It took an extra beat and naturally, Mario was ready to complain-- but the look that he was fixed with, eager, expectant, nervous all at once, pushed the breath from his lungs once again and he paused in the stairwell up to the apartment for his brother to catch up. Usually they'd be chasing each other up the stairs, another competition-- this time he was proving too easy a head-start. The eager fumbling and laughing up the stairs just a precursor for what they both hope will go down. This was the first time their breathless race up the flights up the stairs ended in Mario dragging his brother's arms around his waist, torn between laughing and shoving him away when Luigi got too close to his neck or ears.
Fortunately for them... It wasn't so late for them to get in trouble for coming home 'at this hour!', nor was it early enough for them to be questioned about being back too soon.
Their pop was watching tv in the living room, ma already tapped out, having tried to stay awake to see how their time was but fell asleep reading a book, 'resting her eyes' which was the new old person excuse for just being tired.
They got to their room undisturbed and lock the door, which was technically forbidden.. but for right now, Mario couldn't be more sure he could talk his way out of any trouble that it might defer.
Presently, Luigi is pushing him to the bed as hard as he's dragging him-- and they go right to the lankier twin's piece of always immaculate furniture, stopping at the foot of it to start racing to see who can get down to boxers the fastest... Everything secretly a little race, a competition, which in this instance, really wasn't too bad. See who was more excited, who was harder, who wanted this more. Equally matched, so far.
“Lu...”
The taller twin could only make a throaty noise at this, not trusting his voice as he grasped his brother's face and shut him up, a thrilled sound escaping his sinuses as he pushed Mario down with his kiss. There brace clashing here and there, making this exciting as it is a tiny bit painful (and maybe a tinier bit annoying)-- the kissing turns to kiss-wrestling, laughing and attempts at pinning one another. Mario, naturally succeeds at this, easily trapping his taller counterpart, their hands locked together again.
It's too much, it's beyond words; their noses touch as they stare at one another in the dark, just enough diffused orange street light coming in from the window above Luigi's bed to make them look like they're glowing. Hands on his brother's red and white polka-dot boxer'd hips, the taller twin is nearly shaking at this point, settling his grip on the softest part of his brother's waist and he makes another appreciative noise, glancing down at the dick he hasn't yet seen but for how much it's been tenting every article of clothing it's been trapped in.
“Show me...” It wasn't an ask, it was a soft demand and Mario was helpless but to give in. He swallowed audibly as he thumbed his boxers down his hips, under his belly, his fat dick popping eagerly out of the cotton for as far as he could push them down. “Hnn..” Already sticky with precum, Luigi let out another shuddery breath, mouth falling open a bit as he stared at his brother's heavy dick. “Y-Yours looks like y-you...” He replied to his twin's earlier observation and it took zero effort to flip his distracted other half.
They're grinding again, the Baby B of the two pausing for just long enough expose his own prick, the brothers hugging tightly as they started to mash their hips together. It would have been cartoonishly cliché to have the bed start squeaking or banging against the wall; no, there was much more care put into making sure they were going to climb to the top together without getting caught.
The sight of his brother above him, pinning his hands to his mattress, guiding their bodies together by their hips alone made a needy noise burst from Mario's mouth between breaths, worrying his bottom lip as he tried to push more eagerly up. Everything is so exciting and hard and soft at the same time-- and the chubbier twin panting, eyes squeezing shut as he climbs closer to cumming.
“...but it-it's prom...” He heard Luigi wheeze into his ear and his eyes snapped open breath hitching in his throat with a click.
There is no need for more words from here, the older twin confirming and acknowledging without having to speak, it was a twin thing. Their hands met at the other's stubbled jaws, head tipping in alternate directions for more kisses-- the kisses, besides the obvious dick touching was probably the best part so far-- Neither felt like they could give or get enough; the way their mouths fit together was exhilarating.
A quicker inhale and Mario broke their joined mouths, biting the inside of his bottom lip as he shifted, rolling onto his belly and up on his knees, literally presenting his ass for his brother. There was some fleeting worry that this wasn't okay all of a sudden, worry ricocheting up his spine.
“M-M-Mario...” Came the weak wheeze from his brother, the aforementioned craning his head down to look under the arm he was holding himself up with and.. he had to shudder, hands clenched into green bedding at the look on his twin's face. He'd never looked more handsome, more determined, his sweet, considerate, loving little brother literally taking this moment, like the ass he secretly was, to pray for thanks as if he was about to eat a goddamn meal...
“Lu... C'mon.. Please...” It came out as a full whine and he watched a visible tremble rattle through his beautiful boy, head falling to his twin's pillow as those shaking hands gripped at his ass. From there it was just quick instructions, tight, frantic breathing as they pushed together. Clawing at the mattress, Mario shoved his hips back and the world stilled behind him, the air felt like it shrunk out of the room and both twins were gasping-- Mario too full, Luigi too much-- They sang a symphony together of their bodies grinding and sliding, finally hitting a rhythm they both knew they'd meet... and then the competition was back on, the two chasing after one another.
It was when Luigi was lying over his back, hips snapping too quickly, their bodies slapping together, begging him between breaths to stop making so much noise-- that Mario literally had to hold one of Luigi's hands over his mouth as the ground out their climaxes... The older twin thrashing into the mattress as he came, body clenching and not it was Luigi who was trying not to yell, smothering panicked breaths into his brother's thick shoulder.
Only a few moments into the afterglow and the stockier twin is letting out a shaky breath, elbowing at his spent brother to get off of his back, literally.
“I gotta get in the shower, fast...” And he's quiet as he makes it quickly to the bathroom and for a panicked moment, Luigi, who has to lift his had several times out of his sweat-dampened comforter to believe this is real finally gets up to follow after.
His brother is already in the shower, understandable-- It's not too weird of him to be in here pissing... but there is a string of worrisome tension... of course there is; it's almost natural for Luigi to move immediately into panic-mode.
There is silence until he hears the soft hiss-whine and then a moan that makes goosebumps burst on his skin-- and throwing back the curtain, the lankier of the two catches his beloved brother blowing another fast, frantic load down the drain; leaning dreamily in the corner of the shower to keep himself from falling down. The moment that passes between them is but a heartbeat, the curtain tossed the rest of the way open to see if Mario is okay and he's more than okay, pulling his taller counterpart in by the wrist and pushing him up against the wall to kiss him way too hard again. He's matched by as-eager kisses, the twins, cupping each other's heads, stroking the back of the other's neck, holding to breathe and pressed their foreheads together.
“That was amazing... but I get to stick it in you next time...” Mario warned, moments later holding Luigi's forehead to his own again... “I'm... so happy... I love you so much it's crazy...” Came a soft admission into his brother's neck, hugging his twin closer, hoping so desperately that this was okay.
Almost crying in relief, the taller twin could only nod, arms tight around his stocky brother's back-- They stood like that for too long, the water starting to run cooler as the moments passed; now was the time for speed-showering. It would be the first time they've bathed together since they were little, but after this encounter, certainly wouldn't be their last.
It feels... normal to be in each other's space like this...
They dressed in matching pajamas, like they were want to do, too busy openly ogling each other, grinning too hard to do it in any kind of a timely fashion. Both had kiss-swollen lips that they would blame on fooling around at the dance... and they would fall asleep tonight in each other's arms, in Mario's unfuck-rumpled bed and wake up gingerly the next morning to their father knocking on the door-- bitching both about it being locked and that they were blowing their morning screwin' around in bed.
The phrasing... must be a family thing, was enough to have both boys snickering at their father, leaning into the other's shoulder as they listened dutifully.
This was going to be fun.