osgood_asitgets / [Hockey RPS - Glance - Henrik/Daniel Sedin (twincest) - NC-17

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Glance

A meaningful look is all it takes. One glance, and Henrik knows just what Daniel is thinking. And with a single raised eyebrow in return, the question is answered.

Daniel's thighs are muscular and strong, and they clamp around Henrik's waist as he pushes inside, just this side of rough. He shifts, and Daniel arches into the pressure. Faster, more, and Henrik obliges, driving deeper into Daniel's body, clutching at one of Daniel's thighs to make room for himself between them.

Henrik bends himself in half, pulling out enough to reach Daniel's lips, to frame his face with one hand while losing himself in the taste of his mouth.

Daniel loves kissing during sex; Henrik loves indulging his brother.

No one has ever asked why the twins have to be together 24/7, or why they share a hotel room—it wouldn't occur to any of their teammates to ask, because they're twins so it's expected of them.

But in the hotel room, the slick crush of Daniel's body encasing him, Henrik knows they must be absolutely silent. And if Henrik knows, then Daniel knows it just as well.

Hotel walls are thin, but this dates back to when they were children, really. Not the sex so much—they didn't start experimenting like that till they were in their early teens—but they've always shared a room, and once, when they were very small, they'd been scolded by their mother for giggling too loud at night.

It was in that moment, small and brief as it was, that Henrik and Daniel exchanged a glance, a raised eyebrow, and knew immediately that they could still stay up all night with no one the wiser.

At the age of thirteen, Daniel had raised an eyebrow at Henrik, who had glanced back, and so their first kiss wasn't something they'd planned, but they both instantly knew it was what the other wanted.

Smothering Daniel with kisses now, their voices trapped within their chests, Henrik rocks in and out of his brother, feeling the friction of Daniel's heated, satin skin inside.

The backs of Henrik's knees are damp with sweat, and where they press into the mattress, the sheets cling damply too. Daniel's body smells of sweat and sex and, at the same time, smells exactly like Henrik.

Pulling back, a glance at his brother, and he knows that Daniel understands that Henrik craves the way his brother smells times like these.

Sometimes, during intermissions, when they're half-dressed and sweaty, Daniel will glance at Henrik, and Henrik's flesh will heat, fresh sweat springing up on his body, and in a room full of smelly, sweaty men, he will still be able to discern the scent of his brother.

Such a simple thing, but scent memory can evoke the strongest emotions, and there is no emotion stronger or with more depth than what Henrik feels for Daniel.

Without skipping a beat, Henrik plunges hard into Daniel, understanding that his brother's impatient with Henrik being so lost in thought.

He closes his eyes, clutches at Daniel's shoulders and presses his face against Daniel's cheek.

He buries himself fully into his brother, and with the barest exhalation of breath he comes, spilling hot and wet—mirrored perfectly by the hot and wet splash of come against his lower belly.

Henrik doesn't know if it's because they're twins and it's wired into their genetics, or if it's because they've spent their whole lives wrapped up in each other, but it's always like this: the perfect complement to each other, the mirror of his own face when he kisses his brother, the reflection of his own orgasm back at him.

A glance, a raised eyebrow—complete understanding.

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