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Needs oil. Emmet ground his teeth against the creak of the office door, resuming the reorganisation of his and Ingo's desks once he heard it softly click back into place. Ingo's gait was unmistakable, the click of his shoes slightly staggered from a recent injury. Emmet felt his face grow hot, knowing he was mostly the cause for Ingo's strain the previous night, and quickly busied himself with picking up the files scattered over both their desks. The familiar scent of his brother settled around him, the click of heels coming to a stuttering stop, and Ingo dropped his head rather heavily on Emmet's shoulder. The older twin sighed and mumbled something Emmet didn't catch, then tilted his head against Emmet. Emmet straightened up and Ingo shuffled closer, chest resting against his back.
"Rough morning?" Emmet asked sympathetically, leaning his head against Ingo's. His brother let out another sigh, slowly letting his weight rest on Emmet's back. Arms slithered around his waist, hands linking over his belly to loosely trap him. Ingo pressed against him, and Emmet had to adjust his stance.
"No challengers whatsoever…" Ingo mumbled dejectedly, and Emmet lifted a hand to cup his brother's face. A contented rumble came from his brother at the contact, Ingo nuzzling into his hand. The corners of Ingo's mouth flickered up into the tiniest of smiles, and Emmet couldn't help but he softened by love for his brother.
"Would a kiss help?" Ingo cracked open an eye at the offer and tightened his hug.
"Maybe." Emmet rolled his eyes at the sly tone his brother had, but he twisted around to give Ingo a quick kiss and pat on the cheek. Ingo's rumbling grew to a steady purr and he squeezed Emmet, rubbing against his neck. Emmet let out a soft sigh and set down the stack of folders he was holding so he could twist around to face Ingo. Face to face, Ingo leaned deeper into him, forcing Emmet to bear more of his weight.
"You are heavy." Emmet huffed, shuffling his feet. Ingo only grunted in return and buried his face in the crook of Emmet's neck. Deep breaths tickled Emmet's skin, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
" Ingo . Ingo you are heavy and I am going to fall over if you keep leaning on me."
"Mmmm…my apologies." Ingo pulled away, fixing Emmet with a soft look of affection. Ah. One of those moods. Emmet ran his hands down Ingo's arms, gently prying them away from his waist. Taking his brother's hands in his own he took a few steps back and, with a playful twinkle in his eyes, swung Ingo around in a wide arc. The older twin looked startled for a moment, stumbling before finding his footing and straightening up. Emmet swung him around again, his almost manic grin widening as, this time, Ingo caught himself quickly. Ingo pushed him forward, away from their desks, and shook one of his hands free to slip it back around Emmet's waist. It was a loose, resting grip, with none of the usual touching when Ingo was in a certain mood. Perhaps he'd read his brother wrong?
Ingo pressed against him, face in his neck again, and took in deep breaths.
"You smell nice. Like home. Comforting. A soft bed." Ingo's words were unusually clipped and soft spoken, and Emmet slid his free arm over Ingo's back to hold him close.
"Are you doing alright, Ingo?" Emmet asked quietly, rubbing his brother's back.
"Yes. Just want to be with my mate." Ingo's shoe bumped against Emmet's, coaxing him to take a step. Keeping the momentum, Ingo took a step to the side, pulling Emmet along with him. It only took a few more awkward steps for Emmet to catch on to the pattern and slip into a slow waltz with his brother. Ingo was quiet other than deep, snuffling breaths, their shoes clicking on tiled floor the only other sound in the room. Emmet rested his head on top of Ingo's and felt a contented purr, his hand squeezed in a familiar display of affection. He squeezed back, forming a tight grip with Ingo.
"I love you, Emmet. You're wonderful, and I don't want to be apart from you." Ingo's voice was warbled from his intense purring, the subtle vibration causing Emmet to bite his tongue and desperately order the sparking excitement in his pants to go away.
"I love you too, brother," Emmet revelled in the way Ingo stiffened at the word, then relaxed again. He didn't need to verbalise his own undying love the same way; Ingo would read him like a book; the way he slipped his hand over the back of Ingo's neck to hold him close, and the little circles his thumb massaged into Ingo's hand were small gestures that meant far more to them than any words Emmet could string together. Ingo's rumbling intensified for a few seconds before settling back down as Emmet carefully guided their steps around desks and chairs. Back and forth, back and forth, they swayed, Ingo blindly trusting Emmet to keep them moving smoothly. It was getting difficult, the sound of Ingo's unyielding scenting tickling at Emmet's mind and making the situation between his legs harder to keep under control. It wasn't his fault he loved his brother so dearly.
Silence fell between them again, filled once more only by the click of their shoes and Ingo's deep breaths at Emmet's throat. Both men were happy to simply bask in each other's presence, soaking in his twin's love. Emmet brought them back around to the open space of their office, zigzagging across the floor until Ingo finally lifted his head and they both leaned back to look at each other.
Then, without warning, Ingo dipped and scooped Emmet up into his arms. It was clear he was straining, even with the typical strength advantage an alpha usually had, but, maybe out of stubbornness, Ingo managed to carry his partner to their office couch before he dropped him. Emmet barely had a moment to right himself before Ingo was on top of him, somehow both pushing him down and pulling him up as he wriggled into a comfortable position, stretched along the length of the cushions with Emmet half on top of him, half pressed beside him, wedged between Ingo and the back cushions. He had to argue with Ingo's coat, the elder's crooning barely fighting back irritation as Emmet pulled lumpy, oversized button studs out from beneath him and flicked the corner back over Ingo.
"You're moving too much." Ingo's growl, soft as it was, made Emmet pause. In his stupor, Ingo had thrown an arm and leg over his younger twin and was now trying to shuffle them both onto their sides. Emmet picked himself up as best he could, trying to make it easier for Ingo to do…whatever it was he was trying to do.
Facing each other, chests pressed together and legs tangled, Ingo closed what little space there was between them with a kiss. He was needy, but not in his typical domineering way, covering Emmet's jaw with lots of quick, light pecks, unusual whines beginning to form in his throat.
Ah. Such needy, affectionate moods from Ingo were far and few between. Emmet wondered what had happened recently to bring this about, but was jostled from his thoughts by a tug on his hair. Emmet obliged, tilting his head back as best he could so Ingo could drink in his scent with greedy breaths, nose practically buried under his chin. Stray hairs tickled his nose and Ingo jumped on it, nuzzling into Emmet's neck like a newborn Purrloin looking for milk. There was no fighting it, Ingo almost threatening to knock his head right off his shoulders. There would be no getting his own way, either, Ingo's hands having stayed well above their waists.
Ingo's hand rubbing at the back of his neck was rather welcome, however, the intimate action somewhat relaxing Emmet as chaste kisses were peppered up and down his throat. Emmet couldn't help his own throaty purr from joining Ingo's, his brother raising his own volume in delight and doubling down on his affection. Ingo's rich scent mixed with his own, the differences barely perceptible to anyone but them; anyone else would think Ingo's scent was overpowering, but couldn't get enough of it. With Ingo at his neck, Emmet could only press his face into his brother's hair. The lingering citrusy scent of shampoo only served to complement his brother, and Emmet was pleased that Ingo had taken his own thoughts into account.
Suddenly aware of his own intense desires, Emmet wriggled closer to his partner with a soft hum, tracing his fingers over the back of Ingo's neck. Ingo burrowed deeper into his shoulder, murmuring something into Emmet's skin. Probably poetic confessions of love.
"Ingo?" Emmet ventured, bringing his fingers round to tickle just below his brother's ear. Ingo huffed into his shoulder, then removed himself so he could meet Emmet's gaze.
"Is this all you want right now? Or are you open to…more?" Slight disappointment pooled in Emmet's gut at the sight of silver eyes missing that predatory glint they typically flashed at the idea of sex. Maybe last night broke him , Emmet mused to himself with a smirk as Ingo tucked his face back into his shoulder.
"Just now. I want you." Not the clearest of answers, but Ingo definitely seemed uninterested in the hand slithering over the subtle bump of his waist, or the fingers picking at his belt loops. Emmet huffed, temporarily annoyed at his partner's disinterest, but quickly got over it; he was an adult, he could deal with it.
"In that case…then you better make this unscheduled maintenance worth postponing my cleaning!" A small groan of protest warmed Emmet's neck and he let out a short laugh, bringing his hand back up to affectionately ruffle silver hair. A deep, throaty rumble tickled at Emmet's collarbone and he felt the familiar prod of sharp teeth around the bone, teasing pale skin until it no doubt flushed pink. And oh, the sucking sound of Ingo covering his clavicle with wet claims was horrible , but for Ingo he would put up with it. Would even welcome it, tilting his head to give Ingo more skin to play with.
Emmet found his hand idly stroking the back of Ingo's neck, smoothing down hairs that stood on edge. He matched Ingo's purr with his own low, rumbling hum but was outmatched in volume. Teeth threatened to break skin, pinching harder with every nip and tug, until finally Emmet cringed in pain.
"Mrrrrruuuuh…" Ingo half hummed, half growled, offering a flurry of light kisses up and down Emmet's throat. Acceptable. More than acceptable, even. Emmet hooked his legs around Ingo's, no doubt making a hazard for later, and pulled his alpha tight against himself. He pressed his lips to the top of Ingo's head, fingers lacing between soft, silver locks.
"Getting carried away, Ingo? You sure you don't want to have some fun?" Emmet teased, slowly resuming the rhythmic petting that Ingo had been enjoying before getting a bit too… mouthy .
"Shut," came a halfhearted growl, and Ingo suddenly pulled away from his brother. Careful not to put an elbow somewhere uncomfortable, Ingo shifted in place until he finally let himself flop back down, this time on top of Emmet, with a heavy fwump. There would be no going anywhere anytime soon, that was for certain.
Laying on top of his brother, Ingo could easily wriggle his arms behind Emmet's shoulders, wrapping him in a tight hug. Emmet was slowly settling. He'd be forced to, anyway, with the weight of his brother on top of him with no intention of letting go. The comforting scent of his younger twin, of his omega mate, filled his head. He wasn't feeling quite so stressed, his lover's arms comfortingly draped over his back, as he had been barely an hour before. Boredom must have gotten to him, not given him enough to think about so his mind had kept wandering.
"I love you," Ingo's voice trilled with his purr, and he felt giddy at the reciprocal squeeze of his shoulder. He never needed to hear Emmet say those words back; his actions spoke for him. Emmet's chest heaved against his own, the dull thud of their hearts against each other a soothing rhythm. Ingo rested his head beside Emmet's, pressing their cheeks together and giving him an affectionate rub that intensified both their purrs.
"I am thinking…" Emmet began, voice taking on a gravelly note that sent a shiver through Ingo, "tonight…tonight can be a nice night for you, hmmm? My big brother, my strong alpha, should be taken care of too. A warm bath to relieve all that stress-" Emmet firmly rolled his palm over the back of Ingo's shoulder and he let out a long, low groan followed by a loud burst of a growling purr, letting himself go near-limp under massaging fingers. He hadn't realised he'd literally wound himself up.
"-oft bed," Ingo zoned back in sometime after Emmet had already begun again, letting his eyelids droop shut.
"You are te rrrrr ible at nests. I will make one. Just for us. You may help."
"Mmmm…" That sounded nice, curling into a nice, soft nest with his beloved after such a weird day.
"Let that big brother complex go for just a night. I will take veeeerrrrry good care of you. Guaranteed." Emmet gave him a tight squeeze and Ingo let himself melt fully into his brother's arms, let himself be engulfed by his scent. Yes, that sounded very nice, letting Emmet fuss over him. Wanting , for once, for Emmet to fuss over and take care of him. A pathetic whine slipped from his throat and Emmet chuckled, returning his hand to stroke Ingo's hair once more. Ingo sighed, lazily opening one eye to be met with deep, sterling pools of love framed by pale, pink flushed cheeks. Content, he let his eyes close again and rested his cheek against Emmet's once more, purr rumbling in his chest. For now, he just wanted to be with his partner. Enjoy nothing but Emmet's embrace for a little longer before returning to work.
Through half lidded eyes Emmet peered at the digital clock on the corner of his desk. He had to squint to see the time, not wanting to disturb Ingo by getting up to check. Ah, about midday. As long as he kept an eye on the clock, there was time for Ingo to nap a little longer. Emmet slipped his arms under Ingo's coat, curling them over his back, and pressed his face into Ingo's shoulder. Ingo smelled like sweet dreams and pleasant thoughts, a shiver dying part way down Emmet's spine as his eyes closed against his will.