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Beckett sighed with frustration.

There were perfectly adequate engines one could buy from respectable firms in Columbia, but no, Henricks had to be a cheap bastard, as usual, and get one from fucking Almany. “It will be fine", he said, “even with shipping it still costs way less than a local one", he said. “Those Almanian engineers are very resourceful", he said. Yeah. Sure.

And of course, it wasn't compatible with half their systems. He just wanted an engine for the new shaft, something to power the lifts and mechanical tools they had begun implementing. And now there he was, trying to translate a manual as thick as his tail with the only help of a notebook and an Almanian-Albion dictionary.

He just needed to find where to adjust the voltage to fit their tools. That was all the poor gila monster asked for.

His eyes darted around the library. Apparently, Echo's population wasn't too fond of reading, and the students had their own one right at the school, making this building mostly a repository of old books and important paperwork for the city hall.

Still, he was thankful it was empty at that late hour. He had chosen it on purpose, knowing beforehand that his brother Porter would be busy with a meeting with Mayor Testerman. He huffed, the politician might be the literal Rat, but in Beckett's eyes, Porter was the real rat among them. Backstabbing bastard.

So focused was he on those impossible-to-pronounce words that the reptilian engineer completely missed the sound of the main door opening and closing. Something else made him raise his ridged head however, the sound of someone's keys locking it.

Wait, what time was it? Looking outside, he could see the sun was setting. Already? He stood up, rushing to try to warn whichever concierge tasked with closing the library that he was already there.

But instead of some low-level public worker, he came face-to-face with his own image.

No, not a mirror. He didn't use glasses, nor dressed in such fancy clothes.

“Porter." Fitting they belonged to a venomous species, for his tone certainly carried that feeling towards the lizard that had just arrived.

“Beckett." his brother greeted him. He looked momentarily shocked to run into him, but his twin quickly regained his confident smile, placing a thick envelope with notes and other assorted documents on his large desk. “Fancy meeting you here. Did you need something?"

Multiple answers crossed his mind: 'None of your damn business', 'Just needed to check something for the mines.' All honest answers, but all evasive ones.

The logical half of Beckett's mind gave him pause. Porter was well studied, and there was a real chance he was fluent in Albanian. He might just need a quick glance at the complex schematics, and he'd be able to easily guide him on how to do the necessary modifications.

Instead, all he gave was a half-grunted:

“Sure."

He'd rather stick the power cables right under his tail than ask him for help. He wouldn't ask for a glass of water in the desert if it had to come from him.

“Did you find it?" The spectacled lizard asked with the same voice as the Brynes boy would when offering their latest conserves at the general store. Beckett's glance became even colder, and his twin raised his hand, trying to bring some peace to their encounter. “I'm the librarian, despite what you might feel, I have a job to do here, and I pride myself on doing it well."

Beckett realized he was pressing his sharp claws on the palms of his hands, so he forced himself to relax and breathe in deeply. If he got too worked up, his twin would win at that awful game of his.

“I can manage myself, Brother."

For someone who prided himself on being a merchant of information, the thinner lizard wasn't good at reading the mood of the largest one. Or perhaps he actively chose to ignore and oppose them.

“We have a lot of very interesting new books. Magazines on the latest mechanical innovations, some fun international adventure novels if you need a break, or perhaps…"

His patience was quickly running thin.

“This is work, Porter. Actual work. Machinery! Things that get your scales dirty! Not that you'd know."

“Oh, I can imagine. Dreadful." The librarian smirked, taking a step back to give him some room while he reminisced. “You used to come back home with your hands nearly black with grease and soot. And those schematics worthy of a Daedalician Labyrinth. I'd wager the language barrier just makes your job harder."

“You'd be correct." His olive-green eyes glanced at the locked door, wondering how hard he'd need to kick it to flee this situation. He paused, “Are you closing for the day?"

“To the public, yes. But I still have plenty of papers to go over." He softly patted the thick folders he had carried in. “It will take me a few hours, so feel free to use the facilities in the meantime. I'm not so cold-blooded as to not trust my own kin with some old dusty books."

Again Beckett felt his claws nearly digging into his skin, but he just turned around and walked back to the discrete desk he had been using before. Not even dignifying him with a “Thank you".

At least he could work in silence, for a little while. He'd hear the sound of Porter's fountain pen scratching softly over his papers, the lizard writing elegant and thorough notes of whatever information he had been able to collect, or perhaps just some plans or letters the mayor had requested him to write.

If he closed his eyes, he could still picture their teenage years, studying together, each deep in focus on their own interests.The surprising pain of the nostalgia stung in his heart, almost as bad as how much he despised him now.

He'd spend over an hour like that, deep in focus on his work as to force himself to not look at his God-forsaken twin while he worked on his own documents. Still one could only resist so much, and when the nostalgia finally overpowered his hatred, he looked towards the other desk.

Empty. Where has that sneaky bastard gone now…?

“That's not the correct translation of that verb, this conjugation turns it into a negation." His voice came right from behind him, making Beckett tense and nearly headbutt the other reptile on his snout.

“Jesus fucking Christ Porter! Don't scare me like that!" Beckett stood up as he turned. His twin raised both his arms as he took a couple steps backward, perhaps worried this might just turn violent.

He could easily overpower him. Beckett worked with heavy machinery at the mines, while Porter would never lift anything heavier than an encyclopedia. Even being identical twins, hatched from the same egg, they had a clear size difference in their musculature.

Porter paused and composed himself, “ I'm sorry brother, I just didn't want you plugging the wrong cable and blowing up the mines."

“Sure, I'm sure you'd cry a river over my dead body." Beckett crossed his arms, against glancing daggers at his twin.

Porter's smile faltered for an instant, his teasy eyes shifting downwards, before he finally smirked with irony.

“It'd be devastating for the town's economy." Oh, he thought himself so funny. “Seriously brother, I know you don't think too highly of me, but I'm in no rush to attend your funeral. Someone should continue the family name."

“And the options right now are limited to you, the up-and-coming politician, or me, the engineer who spends all day underground."

Again, Porter smiled at him. “Politics makes for awful bedfellows. You earn a good salary, and have some nice muscles under that shirt of yours. I'm sure you make the scaly ladies wet all over you. I just hope I get to meet your little hatchlings once they're crawling all over your home."

Becket kept on glaring, letting his silence speak volumes about his personal opinion of his twin brother's antics.

Porter's smile grew, a mischievous look growing in his eyes, “Or perhaps… you're not interested in that? I have heard some delightful little rumors about what your dear workers get up to in their free hours. So many men, so little space on those bunk beds. Know that I wouldn't blame you for it."

“Of course, if I had such inclinations I'd be so brazen as to tell you. Looking for another life to ruin, Porter?"

“I'm your twin. I know mammals don't do much for you, you always had eyes for the scaly kind. A shame, I could list the miners who'd gladly have you join in their sneaky fun."

“Porter! Can you NOT?! This is…" Beckett paused, rubbing his temples. This was pointless. Porter never listened to his anger anyway. Hells, it seemed to just spur him on. Maybe he could give him a taste of his own medicine, however. “Tsk... this is golden coming from you. Like you don't look like you raise your tail for every rich sodomite in this town."

That seemed to get Porter's attention, but not quite as Beckett would've hoped, “Oh come now! It'd be a bonus for you if you could, as you put it, raise your tail like that. I have some VERY interesting intel on your boss. The client list on the Hip reveals some… intriguing details. Especially the… requests he's made. Maybe you'd find some common ground with him."

“Porter…" His tone was shifting into a warning one.

Porter pressed on, unbothered, “Who knows, perhaps you'd love it. We're reptiles, maybe it wouldn't be so different if you found another scaled male."

“Porter!" Beckett's tail slammed hard on the table, breaking his brother's teasing rant. “Seriously, is everyone a plaything for you?"

The green eyes behind the glasses narrowed into slits, studying his fellow gila monster.

“And what's that supposed to mean?"

“You know exactly what I mean, you snake." Beckett's finger poked at his chest, forcing the other lizard to take another step back until his tail pressed against the wall. “I don't know what sort of twisted games you like to play. You probably think you're so much smarter than everyone, don't you? We're just little puppets for you to pull our strings and have a laugh while we fight and fall at your feet."

“Beckett, that's not it. I'm just… I do what I do well, just like you do." Porter's tone lost its teasing quality as took a step forward, pushing back against the accusatory finger. “You're good with machines, I'm good with secrets. I don't do that because I enjoy hurting others, it's just businesses. Sometimes someone is willing to pay a lot to take down a rival. Sometimes I need to pay someone to get to know something powerful."

Both lizards stared at each other, circling, subconsciously looking for a place where they could feel safe in there. Not much room to hide, among some desks in the library.

“That's what you call it? That's how you sleep at night?" Beckett insisted. With his back against the window, the setting sun was almost blinding, shrouding his expression.

“I sleep with a tightly locked door, if you need to know. One can earn himself some enemies in this line of work." The same sun also reflected on Porter's glasses, hiding his eyes.

“You better. I'm amazed you have the gall to slither out of your little hole after what you did to our cousin."

“What I did?!" Porter grew exasperated, “Come on, not again with that old song. He did it to himself!"

Suddenly, the neck of his shirt was pulled. Hard. Becket had grabbed at it, forcing him to stare at his face, muzzles nearly touching each other as their breathing became shallow. One with rage, the other with terror.

“You RUINED his life you massive hypocrite!"

“You don't know half of it. I had to do what I did, you know? He… ngh-! Look, let me go and maybe we can talk like civilized people"

No luck. Beckett pulled harder, pushing his brother's back against the corner of the table, their chests nearly grinding together as he fought for some space. “Why do you even care that much? You didn't know him like I did! I was the one who worked under…" Then, an idea. A terrible one. He placed a hand on that strong arm that was holding him, while he smirked.

“Oh… maybe that's what you saw on him? Your older, big cousin, your hero, always so smart… maybe you really are a “tail raiser"? Did you have a crush on dear old ---"

He couldn't finish the thought. The punch echoed through the library, along with the sound of his shirt buttons popping open by the force of that impact, his back slamming hard on the table as the Almanian-Albion dictionary fell on the ground.

He tried to move away, to roll back, but the other, larger lizard was on him, his elbow painfully digging on his chest, holding him down as he moaned in pain, his hands trying to protect his face. He could taste the iron-rich blood where his bruised lip had nicked against his sharp fangs.

“No! N-No stop!" He begged pathetically, as he felt that strong hand grab at his bolo tie and pull again. He opened his eyes just briefly, horror flashing over his face as he saw that fist ready to strike again. He closed them tightly, trembling and looking away as he whined. “B-beckett…"

He waited for the next punch, wondering if this was it, if his twin would really beat him to a pulp, or perhaps even worse. After a few seconds, or an eternity, he realized it wasn't coming, and dared to glance again.

The fist had lowered, even if the other lizard still held him tightly. But for some reason Beckett seemed more hurt than him. Rough, raspy scales from his hand moved to grab his muzzle and turned it, so he could examine the damage.

“... Are you ok?" For a second he remembered the times his brother had cared for him, when, as kids, he'd fall and scrape his knees.

“It hurts. But I don't think you broke any fang." Porter wanted to sound stern and sure of himself, but his voice trembled with more fear and shock than he'd want to admit.

Beckett felt the relief ease into him, and a familiar guilt in the pit of his stomach, “I hate you. I hate that you make me do this." Was he blaming him, or apologizing to him?

“... I hate being like this sometimes." Porter whisperedHis heart felt like it wanted to burst through his ribcage. “But… It hurt me too. When our cousin… I didn't mean for him to…"

“I know. Or I think so. I want to think that you're not so much of a monster, that you just failed to foresee how badly…"

Porter nodded, weakly, as he stared at Beckett. He had no words to defend himself.

“I really loved him. He was… all I aspired to be, you know?" The larger twin couldn't help himself. Rage was boiling up again. “And you TOOK him from us!"

“I DIDN'T want… I… I fucked it all up. I KNOW I did." Porter's eyes closed, as he felt bitter tears caress his scales as they dripped down. “You should hurt me. You should vent your rage on me and stain these shelves with my blood. At least you'd feel I had my just punishment."

Beckett stared at him in silence for a moment, his expression torn between surprise, and concern. Then… his grip eased.

“Don't be stupid." Beckett's voice was almost a whisper, so close to him. “I don't want that. I don't want to lose another Moore over this stupid family drama."

They spent a moment like that, staring at each other, the librarian having been roughly exposed from the waist up by his brother's violent outburst. As the intensity of their confrontation eased, Beckett couldn't help but let his gaze roam over his brother's exposed form. His brows furrowed, as he felt a warmth in him that he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Look at you, it wouldn't even be a fair fight. You could pass for a woman of our kind if you wanted." Beckett chuckled at him, but his brows were still a little furrowed. At any other point, it'd have been a teasing insult. But now, it tugged at some part of his mind, and some other part of his body.

Meanwhile Porter reached forward, feeling his brother's strong chest over the thin shirt he wore. There was no doubt over which one of them did the physical labor. He felt his brother's strength in his chest, and the warmth that emanated from his heartbeat. Their fight had stopped, but he could still feel it hammering within.

“Am I correct in assuming you… do like the male form?" Porter shuddered as he raised his tail a bit, feeling something hard between his brother's legs. Porter's mind burned with the possibilities. A part of him still couldn't believe it, but here was quite the firm evidence. He pressed a bit harder, coiling around the bulge in his pants. Firm, indeed.

“... None of your business, but… scales. I much prefer scales to fur or feathers. Nothing you didn't know." Beckett felt uneasy, but still he didn't pull away. It felt like both a trap and a chance to make amends with Porter. Which was it?

“Given how few of our kind lives here, and that you aren't known to be courting any other lady in town... I suppose there's Miss Ethel from the Hip but I daresay amphibious skin isn't the same, no matter what the mammals think." Porter smirked softly, the mischief growing in his voice again, “I can't help but reach the conclusion that you haven't bedded someone else in a long time."

“Porter. First, what the fuck do you care about who I fuck. Second, what has that to do with anything?" Again, Beckett felt his patience growing close to running dry.

“You were right on one thing though." Porter continued, feeling his own heart hammer in his chest. How long had it been since anyone had excited him like this?, “I do enjoy raising my tail for men. That is… dangerous in my line of work. A trader of secrets can't expose secrets of his own. But you are an honest man. Not someone who'd go behind his brother's back with something like that. And because you're honest, you also want justice, and…" Porter paused, biting his lip, “...to punish me."

Becket moved his hands slowly. Some part of his mind protested. Is this… wrong? But a fire burned bright in the forge of his body, and he couldn't stop now. Slowly, he began to open the buttons on his brother's shirt. One by one they revealed his form, thick scales of black and orange tightly hugging well defined muscles under the skin. The type of man that made his tail want to raise.

“I can offer myself. You can satiate your needs with me, and be as rough as you think you deserve. You learn of a secret you could use to punish me if I needed it. And… maybe, for one night, I have my brother back. Perhaps we can go back to the way we were after we both burn down these walls we've built between us."

Beckett stared at him, dumbfounded. Was he serious? That had to be his sickest joke yet. There was no way he was…

And yet… he was doing it. He had stepped down from his brother's body, letting the smaller lizard breathe as he watched his movements, doubting if he'd accept his offer. The larger one's claws reached for his brother's pants, tugging hard on them to expose him.

“Beckett!" Porter shouted in surprise, trying to close his legs out of reflex, but his brother's strong hands grabbed his knees and forced them apart.

“What, backing down already? I thought you were offering me a hole to empty my load in." Oh, that voice. He was having fun, maybe a bit too much for what was supposed to be a punishment. The types of mischief they would get into when they were younger… none of this sort, but…

“No, no. Tonight I'm yours. Take what you desire, brother." Porter swallowed and adjusted his glasses with trembling hands.

“I'm not dumb, I know you're going to enjoy this too. Which means I can be as rough as I damn please, so at least it makes you think twice next time." Oh, as a lover he could really be a strong, dominant male to mate with. This was so rare… Beckett hurried to rip open his own pants and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, next to his twin's.

He was hard. Painfully hard, his tapered reptilian shaft fully engorged and out of his slit, unlike his brother's, which was still shyly hidden away. He placed a rough hand over the other's crotch, feeling it. Just like his when he fancied some alone time.

“Which hole should I fuck?" He wondered, a tumb playing with the slit while his index sneaked between his cheeks and felt his ass. He watched as this simple act caused Porter to shiver, a pleasured sigh escaping the smaller lizard's lips.

“If you need a suggestion… I've been told the front one can feel like a woman's…" Already blushing and shuddering? Beckett decided he might as well get used to seeing his brotherlike that. But then he thought about his words. He could picture them. Rich men, older bastards having their way with him in exchange of any favor the gila monster could need. Treating him like a whore. That made his blood boil.

“Then I'll take the rear one. You're not a woman. You are my BROTHER, and I want you to feel like that." That demanding tone sent shivers down Porter's spine, the reptile gasping in excitement while his tail shuddered and wagged against the dominant one's ass.

His eyes wandered from that well-toned body down to his crotch. Oh fuck. Beckett was packing. And hard. Why was he surprised? It was exactly like his own, down to the very last vein throbbing under the skin. But somehow it seemed larger, now that he knew it was about to go inside of him.

He felt his own shaft stir, coming alive and poking from his slit like a mole from its burrow. It glistened in the evening light from all the natural lubrication and precum. Something both twins could enjoy: their bodies produced enough natural lubrication, leaving them rarely needing to reach for vaseline or some other external aid.

Despite that, Beckett brought his hand to his muzzle and spit, feeling the wetness between his fingers and then rushing them to Porter's ass. That made him gasp, his brother's determined grasp left him squirming as two fingers fought against his asshole. He tried to hold back, just a bit, but he knew he never stood a chance.

The thinner lizard hissed as his ring was stretched, and the foreign but oh so familiar fingers slid inside. His legs tensed and kicked around the larger reptile, but Beckett paid them no mind, solely focused on finding something. He was a miner afterall, and knew how to dig for treasure.

And deep within those warm, tight depths he found it. The mother lode. Porter gasped so loudly he was certain someone was bound to find them, but right now, he couldn't have cared less. His brother's firm rubbing of his g-spot was forcing his erection to full mast in record time, his cock rushed to spit some ropes of clear watery precum right onto his belly, while his hips trashed and pushed.

He was pushing toward the hand. Not trying to get away. He wanted more. He needed more. They shared a look. Maybe asking and giving permission, or just sharing their desire to proceed to the next step. Honestly acknowledging it together. But their fraternal bond had frayed in all these years apart. Porter expected to find himself forcefully spread by a needy gila monster's dick.

Instead, his twin just kneeled on the floor, placed his hands on his brother's thighs to hold them apart. Porter furrowed his brow. What is he doing? Beckett looked up at him for a brief moment, a small smirk in the corner of his muzzle, before lowering himself right between his legs. He glimpsed his brother's tongue ease out from between his lips… and then felt something warm, firm and wet press against his hole.

“Oh, FUCK!" Porter threw his head back, regretting it when his scalp met hard desk wood rather than his fancy pillow. God bless the lizard's tongue. Such a wonder of creation. It snaked its way inside of him, slithering effortlessly and then dexterously pulling and pushing in any direction Beckett so desired. He could feel his brother's mouth salivating, his spit slathered on and within him, making his ass even more slippery. “Fuck… fuck!" Porter was stunned. He wasn't accustomed to bedding his scaled brethren, let alone experiencing any sensation like this. He couldn't help but stammer, “ I- I see why you prefer reptiles!"

So good. So, so good… he grabbed his own shaft, eagerly starting to masturbate while his brother was eating his ass out. He bit his lip, noticing it swollen from the punch from earlier, but not really caring at the moment. He might even get off to…

Then, he felt a slap on his hand. He pulled away, shocked, as he saw Beckett pull away from his ass and slowly remove his long reptilian tongue from his insides. He gave him a questioning look, but the larger lizard just chuckled.

“Who said you get to jerk off here? Wasn't this supposed to be a punishment?"

Somehow, that just made it all the more hot. Porter nodded eagerly, bringing his hands to the sides of the table, bracing himself for what was about to come. Meanwhile Beckett climbed on top of him, his heavier weight over his body. He looked away, but his twin's hand gently took his chin and guided him to look at his eyes.

“You're going to cum, and it'll be because I'm pounding it out of you." He declared with a firm authority that came from years of being a mining foreman.

“Wasn't I supposed to be punished?" He smirked in return.

“Hush. Do you think I'm the kind of man who'd vent his hatred on another like this? This is just… us, working through some pent up frustrations." Beckett licked his lips, grinning and showing his teeth. His cock throbbed as he looked down at the sight of his cocky little twin brother, naked and vulnerable before him. But in the back of his mind, that concern from before remained. “If it gets too much, do tell me. No more secrets between us, not even you pretending to be stronger than you are."

Porter couldn't help but blink, surprised and amazed at his own twin brother. He nodded, before returning to his usual smirk.

“Oh, so you do care!"

“Shut up, you idiot." The other retorted, quickly crossing the distance and pressing their lips together. Porter would have complained that he had just ate his ass, but he didn't really care. He hugged back, closing his eyes and enjoying this moment.

As he felt Beckett's tapered cocktip press against his ass, and his tongue press into his mouth… Porter's mind exploded into fireworks of excitement. For all his collecting of secrets, he'd have never dared to hope for anything like this. And yet here he was, his mouth opening to expel a needy moan, as he was swiftly taken into an even deeper kiss. Beckett's eager tongue wrestling with his own. Porter let his inhibitions go. For once, he let another take him where he pleased. And he didn't care, for this other man was his brother. And he cared.

Beckett's tongue moved roughly, eager to make up for lost time by. He felt his brother's duller claws dig firmly into his back as he speared that tight pucker open, his wet and tapered cock sliding in to invade his guts like a key fitting its lock.

Meanwhile, Porter made sure to pull his tail to the side, using the thick muscle to raise his hips to more easily meet Beckett's. He didn't ask him to slow down, nor to speed up. Nor did he feel the need to. Beckett had the perfect rhythm to push himself inside of him. They were made for each other, and right now that felt true in every sense. Even more so when he felt his brother's thick cock thrust deep all the way, striking home right on his prostate. His shout of bliss muffled by his brother's lips still tightly sealed against his.

Their hips met, and Porter felt full. Not overwhelming, not disappointing, but just right. They were truly of the same flesh. As Beckett pulled his tapered length back, and slammed it home again, Porter heard a needy grunt from him, feeling the muscles in his back flex as he drove his strength into him. He moaned, louder this time. Caring less and less about who heard them. Fuck his contacts. Fuck the damn world. Beckett was all that mattered.

He panted and breathed deep. Beckett's scent filled his lungs, and he smelled of machines, dust and earth. His tail curled around Beckett's flexing thigh as he thrust back into him, and he briefly wondered what his brother was smelling, a small part of him feeling insecure.

Beckett, for his part, was overwhelmed. Feeling that perfectly warm hole clutching his cock like a vice was driving his blood to a boiling point, and all he wanted was to breed his brother until he could barely hobble out of the library without drooling his cum from his hole. He held onto Porter tightly as he continued to fuck his hole, taking a deep breath his mind suddenly registering the intimate scents of coffee, ink and tobacco. He could feel how warm and tight his brother felt inside. He was tense, almost scared, but oh so welcoming.

They both needed this, even if they hadn't known it. But it had been more than what either of them had expected. This was no mere building of a bridge. This was a leap of faith, and it had carried them to a better place than they could have ever hoped for. After this night, nothing could tear them apart.

Beckett growled in his effort, and huffed. His body felt like it was on fire as he tried to pull his hips away for a deeper thrust, but instead felt Porter's legs close tightly around him, his arms holding onto him for dear life as he whined. He didn't want him to go, he didn't want to lose him again so soon.

Patiently, Beckett broke the kiss, pressing snout against snout as he moved his hands to his brother's knees, softly guiding them to part. He calmed the rush in his blood. This wasn't just any old whore, this was Porter. No matter how rough he asked him to be with him, he'd still be concerned.

“Shhh, I'm here. It's alright. Does it hurt?" Beckett asked warmly. He realized he was panting then, his scales glistening with wetness. Porter shook his head, and Beckett noticed just how vulnerable he looked. Naked, and spread around him, “Are you ready?" He asked softly, and Porter nodded this time. “Good. Try not to make so much noise this time, hmm?" he grinned, and Porter made a small, eager noise. Clenching his legs, as if demanding Beckett to fuck him already.

As you wish, brother.

He pulled, this time a little more gentle, so he could enjoy the view of his brother's needy face. Who'd guessed this manipulative bastard could be such a horny slut when properly bred? He breathed in deep when he felt he had pulled nearly to the tip. And then pushed in hard.

That took another shout out of Porter, and a deep, pleasured grunt from Beckett. Shit! He was so perfectly tight. Just right for him. He had the perfect grip, like he was sucking his shaft in. Once again he pulled himself back, and once again he slammed himself in. He'd worry about the noise of their scaly hides slapping against the other, but Porter's lil shouts of pleasure drowned those.

This time, they found a steady rhythm. Never needing to exchange words, they simply kept their focus on each other, listening eagerly to each others' small reactions and gasps of pleasure. Beckett's focus and dedication were more than evident. He worked hard, his thrusts precise and firm. He'd pull out almost fully, stop for the slightest instant to make sure he had the right angle, and slam in with all his might.

It certainly felt his aim was to destroy Porter's insides, and the slimmer twin wouldn't have it any other way. He knew his brother was making sure he did this right, that he was enjoying it every bit as much as he did. If he looked between their bodies he could see his brother's shaft, pressed close to his belly, massaged by his abs each time he pushed forward.

Oh god, this is heavenly!

“I- I like you like this." Porter confessed, his voice stammering between gasps.

“Rutting your ass?" Smirked Beckett.

“Dominant. Strong. So sure of yourself." Porter shuddered and moaned as Beckett gave another firm thrust at those words, his rock-hard cock spurting pre all over himself as he did, “Nnh-... You look like a capital-M Man. I love it."

This made them both blush. Such small silly things.

“Maybe another time, I'll teach you how to be the one on top." Offered his brother.

“Are you implying this is not a one-time thing?" Did he sound shocked, or hopeful?

“We'll see. I start to think you're a bit of a freak who's into his own brother."

“Of course, it must be a me thing." They both shared a laugh at their shared jokes, not even bothering to stop.

Beckett grinned as he stared down at Porter, the two not breaking eye contact as the bigger twin steadily fucked the slimmer one. Both felt the rush in their hearts, and the throbbing in their cocks. Porter ran his hands over Beckett's smooth pecs, outlining those abs. Memorizing each scale as it glinted in the low light of the library. He'd never want to forget this. Neither did Beckett, as his eyes grew aflame with lust and love. Neither wanted this moment to end, and yet both felt the eager desire to fall into their rut.

It was Beckett who gave into it first, his movements suddenly gaining vigor. He stood up tall, showing his strength by holding Porter's legs under his arms as he kept on pounding away, his very calculated movements becoming more desperate and savage. He was close. Porter didn't need confirmation: they were twins, and at this point he was thankful his brother had forbidden him from masturbating, or he'd blown by now. So the other couldn't be far.

Beckett's grunts grew deeper and louder. He sounded like a beast, but still their eyes wouldn't break contact. They wanted to see the other reach completion, to be sure they had played their part successfully.

“Come on." Porter's voice was almost raw by now. “Fill me, Brother!"

Too much for poor Beckett. He had no choice but to obey his twin's wishes, slamming hard one last time as he tensed his legs, pressing deeply into his brother's guts and erupting, his hard shaft throbbing and shooting rope after rope of thick gila seed. It had been way too long since he had such a good lay, and it showed. As he gripped tightly on those scaly legs, he felt the seed overflow Porter's ass and drip over his crotch and his brother's tail, a warm, pleasured mess.

Porter's own climax came as he felt the warm seed fill him. He had the presence of mind to make sure his expensive clothes were out of the way as his shaft throbbed violently, the muscles of his crotch tensing too as he shot a long, thick rope of seed that landed all over his belly and chest. Ah, that had been a strong one, he almost felt surprised this forbidden act could bring him such carnal pleasures. His eyes darted down to examine the damage when he shot for a second time, a shorter but faster load hitting right into his nose.

Even if it was disgusting, he couldn't help but laugh. Odd feeling, a strange relief, way beyond the merely physical sense. Beckett joined, both lizards enjoying the view of their brother in the afterglow of sex.

“I told you you'd love it, Beckett." Porter teased from below, tensing his guts a bit as he felt the wet, slightly deflating shaft still inside of him.

From above, his brother shook his head, still chuckling as he held his brother close.

“You're such a freak, Porter!" He teased, as he bent down, not minding all the seed he was smearing between them. Instead he gave the other's snout a lick, cleaning the spilled cum from there. “I guess it runs in the family."

This felt nice. They were exhausted, sore, dirty, and in the morning they'd probably have to face a lot of uncomfortable facts about what they had just done. But at this moment, this felt nice.

“I need to know something." Porter begged, reaching to Beckett's face, and then further up. All this time, all the sex… “How did you manage to keep your hat on the entire time?"

The other smirked, reaching up for his black canvas hat and easily pulling it off.

“It's a very nice hat." He commented simply. He smirked at Porter, and with a swift move, he put it on him, low enough to cover his face.

The twins laughed together. It was nice indeed to return to their old ways through new paths, together.