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Unless Part Eight By Green

Though previous chapters of this story may have given the impression that Nigel and James Ellison found it incredibly difficult to keep their hands or their thoughts off each other, the truth is that there were a fair number of days where they did nothing particularly abnormal for a pair of brothers. Sometimes, one of them just didn't feel like fooling around, so the other would happily go back to touching himself in the privacy of his room. Sometimes neither of them was in the mood, or they were simply more interested in watching movies or playing videogames than they were in molesting each other. It was towards the end of one of these days, only three days after they'd crossed the line into oral sex, that the next stage of their tale begins. It wasn't that neither of them were in the mood that day, it was just that they'd rather do other things. Nigel was on his bed, fully dressed apart from socks, his laptop sitting on his chest, as he went and checked the various inboxes that made up his online presence. He was just in the middle of deleting a batch of spam when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in," Nigel called, not looking away from his screen. James came in, looking rather nervous, and closed the door gently behind him. When he didn't say anything for a while, Nigel looked over curiously. "You okay, Jim?" he asked, softly, "You're not usually this, ah, hesitant." James forced a smile, which fell away the instant he stopped focusing on it. The bow-marked otter nervously crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to his brother, who had set the laptop aside as he sat up. "I - I'm not sure, at least not right now..." James replied, toying with the webbing between his fingers, "I guess it depends on how this conversation goes." Nigel's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, like he wasn't sure how to interpret that, but he just nodded and didn't say anything. "Look, it's about the rule," continued James, looking shyly over at his brother, who frowned and cut him off. "Dude... okay, I know we were playing it kinda conservatively when we decided we weren't even allowed to get hard, but we've come pretty goddamn far since then," Nigel said, "We can touch each other, we can finger each other, we can even give each other blowjobs now, man! We've pushed the rule as far as it will go, but you can't get around 'it isn't incest unless you fuck!' There's no loophole that will get around that. We - we'll just have to be satisfied with that..."

Returning his brother's frown, James leaned in, determined not to back down, as no conversation had ever been more important to him. "It's about the entire idea of the rule!" he insisted, "I think - I think we've just been lying to ourselves, brother. I mean, yeah, we help each other get off all the time, but it's never just been about busting a nut... at least not for me. Yes, you're gorgeous, but what we do together means so much more to me than... than any of Julian's fuck-buddies have ever meant to him. It's about more than sex, it's, it's..." James struggled for the words, then decided to just go from the heart. This was about honesty, after all.

"Nigel, you're not just my brother, you're my twin," Jim said, "I feel so, so close to you, in a way I've never felt with anyone else. I don't know about you, but I don't have any regrets about going this far, not one, even when I thought I would." Swallowing an emotional whimper, James extended a trembling hand and closed it over one of his brother's. Nigel made no move to remove it, but he just left it lying there passively, his facial expression neutral, completely unreadable. "Oh, Nigel..." James whispered, scootching in a little closer, "I've been thinking about it so much lately, since we started cuddling afterwards... And I've come to realize something. I... I don't want there to be a time when I don't have you in my life. I don't want to go out there and find a boyfriend who'll be my husband, and I don't want to watch you do the same thing... God, I don't care if it's wrong, I can't go one more night without telling you the truth!" Taking a deep breath, James looked Nigel straight in the eyes. "I love you, Ni, I love you with all my heart... You're the other half of me, and I want to be with you... I want to be your mate." James realized that there were tears in his eyes, and yet somehow, after exposing this particular secret, he couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed or ashamed. He'd done what he'd dreamed of for years, and now the ball was in his brother's court.

Nigel, though, just sat there for a moment, not even making eye contact with James. The arrow-marked otter just stared off into infinity, every muscle in his face held rigid, revealing stress but nothing else. And then, just as James was starting to despair, he felt his brother's fingers slowly curling upwards, closing around his own, returning the warm grip James had on his hand. Nigel let out a shuddery sigh, and it was as if all the tension had left his lithe, supple body at once. His face slackened, he slumped down for a moment, and he visibly shivered as he shook his head. "I swear to God," Nigel muttered, "if this is another dream, I'm going to be so fucking pissed tomorrow morning, and you're not going to know why..." Before a somewhat confused James could ask what that meant, Nigel looked up, finally daring to look him in the eye, and James realized that there were tears glistening in the fur beneath his twin's eyes as well. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, brother," said Nigel, softly, "but I was always so afraid that you didn't feel the same way, that - that you would reject me, that I would lose you forever... Because the truth is that I love you too, Jim. You're the only man for me. I've known it in my heart all along, we were meant to be together."

Hearing his heart pounding in his chest, trembling with the strength of the emotions running through him, James found himself at a loss for words. "Oh, Ni..." he breathed, before he impulsively reached out and wrapped his brother up in a tight embrace, actually whimpering when Nigel hugged him back. The two mustelids held each other close, trembling with joy as all the stress of suppressing their love finally began to melt away. As Nigel's strong hands kneaded his back, James leaned in close and inhaled deeply of his brother's scent, finally letting himself admit that he'd always loved that fragrance a bit more than a brother should, finding it calming and reassuring. James never felt more safe and secure than when Nigel was in his arms, and now he was on the verge of crying with happiness as he realized that Nigel cared about him just as much. Leaning back a little, searching his equally emotional twin's face, Jim started to move forward, then hesitated, out of habit. Grinning self-consciously, he decided to put that particular worry to bed once and for all. "Umm, I'd really, really like to kiss you, Ni," he whispered, "Would that be okay?" Nigel chuckled and smiled from ear to ear, slowly moving in until the twins' whiskers were intermingling. "Oh God, yes," he replied, empathetically, "that would be just great..." With that, James moved the last little way and pressed his lips against his brother's - his lover's - and never again did the Ellison twins question whether their feelings were right.

The first thing that struck James was how soft and smooth Nigel's lips were, how gentle his kiss. As Nigel's hands came up around him, one gently cupping the back of his neck, James curiously slipped his brother the tongue, and tensed up with a cute noise of shock as Nigel returned the favour. The second thing that struck James was the tenderness with which Nigel's tongue rubbed against his own. He'd always expected Nigel would be a much more aggressive kisser, imagined him forcing his tongue into his boyfriends' mouths - oh hell, he might as well be honest, he'd imagined Nigel forcing his tongue into Jim's mouth, in the bow-marked otter's fantasies - and making it clear which of them wore the pants. As he continued to kiss his brother, though, James realized something important. Nigel didn't wear the pants in this relationship, neither of them did; they were, as James himself had just said, twins, two halves of the same whole, and this was just another way of expressing that connection.

James shivered and Nigel sighed as their tongues gently rubbed and rolled together, their movements perfectly complimenting each other. Jim had only kissed a few men in his life, but it had never felt as natural, as effortless, as it did with his twin. As they continued, they let their hands wander each other's bodies, and James shivered as he felt Nigel's hands slip under his shirt and begin feeling up his furry back. When he followed his lover's example, he was curious to discover that Nigel's back felt different somehow... He'd touched Nigel before, they'd done so much together already, and James knew his brother's body like the back of his hand. Yet tonight, everything felt fresh and exciting. Everything old was new again. It was like Jim had never felt his brother's fur beneath his fingers, never felt the warmth of the other male's body against his own, never breathed in Nigel's scent and felt the tickle of his whiskers when they were this close to each other. The bow-marked mustelid soon came to the conclusion that officially putting their fears and worries to rest and confessing their love for each other had changed things between them in the best possible way. They weren't just brothers anymore, they weren't even just twins anymore... They were mates, bound by a combination of blood and love that felt stronger than steel.

With that thought in mind, and with Nigel in his arms, it wasn't long before James found his mind turning to, naturally enough, mating. Neither of them had to break things off or end the kiss, it just sort of... stopped, both men pulling their tongues away at exactly the same time, as if a silent signal had been given. The otters just sat there in each other's arms, gazing into each other's eyes. "I've wanted that for a long time too," James commented, "I'm so glad you're a good kisser, it would have been a real bummer if you were lousy at it." Nigel laughed and licked his brother's muzzle, making Jim wiggle his nose, his whiskers dancing from the movement. "I'm glad to live up to your expectations," Nigel teased, "and you're not so bad yourself, you know." Even as he smiled, James looked down and blushed; he'd been so distracted with the emotional confessions, and their first kiss, that he hadn't noticed his manhood getting harder, and he now sported a rather impressive tent on the front of his shorts. "I, uh, I've never gotten so hard just from kissing before..." he murmured, self-consciously, "I guess - ohh!"

Within seconds, James had absolutely no idea what he'd been about to say, as all of his focus was on the fact that Nigel had reached down to gently caress his erection through his pants. Feeling his brother's fingers pressing against his fabric-covered prick, James whimpered, already aching for his brother's touch against his naked skin. "Oh, Nigel..." he whispered, "I - I want you so badly..." Nigel nodded and shifted his posture, spreading his legs slightly and revealing that he was just as hard as his sibling. "The feeling's mutual, brother," Nigel breathed, "James, rule or no rule... I want this. I don't care anymore what anyone else might think, all I care about now - all I've ever cared about is you. I'm ready to cross that line... with you, love. Do you...?" Hearing his brother's uncharacteristically romantic words, briefly wondering if the arrow-marked male had been planning them for years in his own fantasies, James nodded, trembling with need. "Yes! Oh Ni, Yes!" he said, "Let's - let's consecrate our love!" He was a bit put off when Nigel snickered at that. "It's 'consummate'," the other male said, gently, "But I really like the enthusiasm." Blushing beet red, James averted his eyes, his whiskers twitching with agitation, and shrugged. "Well, you were being all fancy and romantic, and..." Nigel gently kissed his cheek and turned Jim's head back to face him. "It's okay. I hope that didn't ruin the mood..." Nigel said, searching his lover's face. James smiled and tried to shake off the embarrassment. "Shit, after all the years we've been in denial?" the bow-marked otter said, "I don't think an asteroid impact could take me out of the mood!"

The brothers adjusted their positions on the bed to allow them to begin undressing each other. As he pulled his shirt over his head, James felt both of Nigel's hands on his chest, and whimpered as he blindly felt fingertips teasing at his nipples. In response, after he discarded his shirt, Jim moved his hand down to unlatch his brother's shorts from the back, freeing Nigel's tail - and letting himself trail his own hands along the thick appendage, caressing the oft-ignored limb sensually, teasing the underside with some well-placed scratches before moving around to the front of the garment to work on Nigel's fly and belt. The arrow-marked otter had beaten him to the punch, though, and James gasped out loud as he felt strong fingers curl around his cock through his boxers. Nigel stroked him a couple times and Jim shivered from head to toe, blushing slightly as a damp spot formed around the tip of his prick, where pre-come was leaking into his underwear. Nigel quickly abandoned this teasing, though, to slip those boxers down James' thighs and cup one hand behind his brother's balls. Since James' favourite method for masturbation was to stroke his dick with one hand and finger himself for a little prostate stimulation with the other, he generally ignored his testicles when he was pleasuring himself. He'd noticed, though, that Nigel fondled his own balls quite a bit when he was showing off for James, and now the bow-marked male found himself eagerly wondering if his twin had new techniques to show him, previously unknown ways to get pleasure out of his orbs. But as Jim's boxers slipped off his feet, and the otters sat there naked, Nigel let go of his brother's scrotum and looked him in the eye again. "Are you ready?" was all Nigel said, but to James those three words meant almost as much to him as 'I love you too' had earlier. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, absolutely seriously.

Nigel bent down to retrieve a tub of Vaseline from a drawer in his nightstand, and in the brief moment it took him to do that, James stood up, stepping away from the bed. "Where you going, Jim?" asked Nigel, sounding confused, "Did you leave the stove on or something?" James laughed and winked at him. "Naah," he replied, a playful tone to his voice, "I just have a really good memory." Nigel was clearly about to ask him what the hell that meant when James demonstrated for him: He stepped up to the far wall of Nigel's bedroom, lifted his arms above his head and pressed his hands against the wall. Then he bent forward a little and slowly, slowly raised his tail, showing off his well-toned rump in all its glory. After exactly half a second, to let his brother just sit and leer, James looked over his shoulder with the most inviting expression he could muster up. "I seem to recall someone said this was the way he'd always fantasized about making love," James said, cheekily, "So are you gonna sit there and stare, sweetie, or are you gonna come over here and take me?"

Nigel sat there, wide-eyed and dazed, for just a moment longer before that wonderful smile broke over his face and he walked over, tub of lubricant in hand. James stared at his brother's prick as he approached, forcing himself not to whimper as he obsessed over the idea that Nigel's beautiful penis was finally about to be inside him. When Ni reached him, the arrow-marked male popped the tub open, slipped a single digit inside, got it nice and slick with petroleum jelly, and then put the tub aside, on top of a bookshelf next to his lover. But then, to James' dismay, he started pulling on James' shoulder with his dry hand, turning him around to face the other otter. "W-wait!" James said, frowning, "I distinctly remember you talking about having m-my tail against your chest and giving me the reach-around! You definitely said you wanted me facing away from you!" Nigel nodded calmly at this as he stubbornly forced his brother to turn all the way around, then shrugged as James finished speaking. "Yes, and that's true," Nigel replied, smiling softly, "But it's also true that I've had my fingers under your tail before, Jim, and you're so stupid tight it's ridiculous. So I thought I would just finger you for a while first, get you loosened up so I don't hurt your sweet ass when we get started."

Ordinarily, James might actually have been embarrassed by the strength of his disappointment, but tonight, he was impatient to share his love with his brother the way they'd been dreaming of since they were seventeen years old, and he let himself whine a little, pouting adorably. "But... but I wanted to get fucked," he protested, "Can't we just take it slow and let your dick loosen me out?" Nigel smiled like he'd suppressed a laugh and just stepped in closer. "Would it help if I mentioned that I turned you around so we can make out while I do it?" he asked, helpfully. James thought that one over for a moment, and then nodded solemnly. "Yes," he said, "Yes it would."

James threw his arms around Nigel's neck as the other otter leaned in to capture his mouth, a prize James gave him happily, sighing through his nostrils as their tongues began the gentle dance once more. He felt one of Nigel's hands move to the small of his back, and the other... Jim took a deep breath as his brother's dry hand briefly moved down to lift James' tail out of the way, but despite trying to prepare himself, James still moaned into the kiss as he felt Nigel's finger pressing against his anus. Slicked up as it was, it had no trouble overcoming the stubborn muscle that sought to bar him passage, and soon it was buried in James' backside to the knuckle. As Nigel withdrew it and then started gently working his digit in and out, his fingertip happened to brush over a sensitive spot near his brother's prostate. James whimpered and broke off the kiss. "Not there!" he gasped, "Careful! I - I don't want you to make me c-come like this, not when I'm so close to finally having you..." He was nowhere near climax, overreacting more than a little, but Nigel just nodded instead of teasing him about it. The arrow-marked mustelid leaned in again as he moved his fingertip away. "Relax, Jim, it's all right, just leave it to me," he whispered, "I'll have you ready in no time." James realized that he was actually a lot more nervous than he'd expected, now that he had time to think about it. The idea of finally making love to his brother had him on edge; even with all his knowledge of The Deed, he still didn't know what it would actually be like. But James found, as Nigel kissed him again, that he found it easy to trust his twin, and so he closed his eyes and kissed his brother back, gaining a little confidence and hope in his lover's arms.

After what felt like an eternity to the needy otter, James was desperately horny. He could feel pre-come seeping from the tip of his cruelly ignored penis, and Nigel had added a second finger to continue working around inside his brother's rear. It was maddening; it felt good, of course, but all Nigel was doing was gently sliding them in and out, pressing against his inner walls and stretching him ever-so-gently. James was dismayed that his lover was completely ignoring his sensitive spots, as if Nigel were deliberately teasing him. Finally, just when James decided he could stand it no more, Nigel broke off the kiss, as if he knew exactly how much of this his twin could take.

"N-Nigel..." James whispered, his chin trembling as he shivered from the strength of his need. How good it would feel to push his hips forward, rub his cock against Nigel's... But Nigel just grinned gently. "I'm guessing you're pretty goddamned horny by now," the arrow-marked otter said, simply, and James nodded helplessly. Nigel kissed him on the forehead and pulled his fingers out of his brother's rump, which immediately felt empty without their now-familiar presence. "I'm sorry, I really took more time than I needed," apologized Nigel, "It's just... it's your first time bottoming, Jim, and I hate the idea of hurting you, I want you to enjoy this as much as I do." James begrudgingly accepted that apology; it sounded honest enough, and he had to admit, since Nigel had been avoiding his prostate and other sensitive spots, James was still nowhere near orgasm, and wouldn't just pop his cork the second Nigel slipped himself in.

Nigel stepped back and James slumped against the wall with a relieved sigh, feeling his pulse picking up again as he watched Nigel retrieve the Vaseline and start smearing some on his proudly erect cock. Swallowing, his mouth suddenly dry, James turned around and resumed the enticing position against the wall, but he had to admit to himself that he didn't feel quite as confident as he had when he first flagged his tail and invited his brother to take him. Finally satisfied with the state of his erection, Nigel put the jelly down again, wiped his hands off on something he picked up from the floor, a shirt perhaps, and stepped forward. He sighed appreciatively as James slowly lifted his tail once again. Suddenly, Nigel was pressed directly against Jim, his warm chest pushed against the other otter's furry back, and James moaned out loud from anticipation as he felt Nigel reach down and adjust himself, finally touching the tip of his malehood against the other mustelid's anus. Mostly based on his fantasies, James expected Nigel to take him suddenly and roughly, but instead, Nigel leaned in close to James' ear and whispered to him, his voice soft and gentle.

"Can I confess something?" Nigel asked, moving on without waiting for an answer, "When we were in college, when we decided to get these matching tattoos..." He reached up with his dry hand and began caressing James' right shoulder blade, running his fingertips across the image of the longbow there. "...The reason I suggested a bow and an arrow," Nigel continued, "is that... It's because arrows go into bows." James silently shuddered, feeling it running from the tips of his ears down to his toes. "I - I know," he whispered, "I thought of that as soon as you told me you wanted to be the arrow, that's why I agreed. I guess I always kind of hoped that's why you suggested it." Leaning in still closer, Nigel gently planted a kiss on James' right shoulder, as if the bow were good luck. "Good. I'm glad we were on the same page," the arrow-marked otter teased.

A moment passed, and James wondered if his twin was gathering his courage. Finally, the other male spoke up again. "Are you ready, Jim?" Nigel asked, simply. James seriously thought about it for a moment and realized that even with all his nervousness... "Oh, I'm ready, Ni," he replied, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Reaching out, Nigel placed a hand on James' hip to steady himself, and spoke one more time. "I love you, brother." James had no time to reply; instead he cried out wordlessly as he felt Nigel pushing his hips forward, as he felt the head of his brother's cock pressing through his entrance and sliding easily into his virgin backside. As his body eagerly welcomed Nigel's rigid dick inside, James closed his eyes and pressed one cheek against the wall, to better focus on the physical sensations of this momentous occasion. He made a point of speaking up the very instant he had the wherewithal to do so, however, because he couldn't let Nigel's words pass without a response. "...I love you t-too."

James hated to admit it, but his brother had been right to put this off. He hadn't had any trouble so far, but his backside felt so stretched out by Nigel's erection that he was genuinely surprised he could take that much. As it continued pushing ever deeper, centimetre by centimetre, James let himself whimper out loud, trembling between the wall and his lover. "Oh... Oh God..." Jim managed, "You're... you're so fucking big, Ni... Christ, I thought we were the - nngh! ...I thought we were the same s-size..." The interruption came as James felt a sudden twinge of pain from his inner walls. Jim knew anal sex wasn't the smoothest thing in the world, at least at first, so he was prepared to 'clench his teeth and think of England', but the other male instantly picked up on his brother's discomfort and halted in his tracks. Nigel nuzzled against his brother's cheek from behind, and James blushed, feeling more than a little self-conscious about the situation. "I really like hearing you say that," Nigel whispered, "But I don't like seeing you wince like that. Are you okay, love?" There was that word again... "Y-yeah, it hurt real bad for a sec, but I'll be okay..." James whispered, biting his lip before continuing, feeling his blush increase, "Umm... thanks for um, for f-fingering me earlier. I had no idea it would be like this, those porn stars make it look so easy..." "What, like in Cat Man Do?" Nigel asked, amusement in his voice, "James, you know it's literally their job to get fucked in the ass, right? They do it all the time, of course it's easier for them!" Jim shrugged, blushing just a little. "Okay, okay, I didn't think it through," the bow-marked otter said, "I guess I overestimated the, uh, the abilities of my butt to live up to my fantasies..." Nigel leaned in a little closer (while being careful to keep his hips exactly where they were) and nuzzled against his brother's cheek. "Silly boy... you're getting ahead of yourself..." Nigel murmured, before he began to gently lick at his lover's face and neck, churring soothingly as he did so.

James tensed up, suddenly overwhelmed with conflicting feelings. For years and years now, the twins had been suppressing their feelings and desires for each other; letting themselves moan while they came had been an exciting new change of pace that had only occurred recently. So Jim's first instinct was to hide his reactions, his feelings, and not let Nigel know how the licking was affecting him. But things had changed dramatically, James reminded himself, and it was perfectly alright to share such things with your lover, your mate. So, letting his muscles relax, the bow-marked male shivered and moaned softly, letting out a long, quiet 'ohhhhh' as Nigel tenderly licked at his cheek, just behind the whiskers. As the sting in his rump continued to ebb away, James smiled. He hadn't felt this loved in a long, long time.

Eventually, James looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Thanks for waiting for me," he whispered, "I'm okay now." Nigel winked at him and nibbled gently on his lover's ear. "You're very welcome, Jim," he replied, "And thank you for being brave enough to come in here tonight... and make all of my dreams come true." With that, Nigel began moving forward again, and there were no more twinges of pain, no more yelps, until James felt his lover's fuzzy scrotum brushing against his own, and realized that Nigel had fully buried his prick beneath his brother's tail. James let out a long, shuddery breath at the idea that after all these years of dreaming of it, fantasizing about it, and wanting it so bad it hurt, he had finally surrendered his virginity to his beloved twin, and had been given Nigel's right back in return. There was only one thing they needed to do to seal this love between them officially, at least in James' mind, and he couldn't wait to get started.

After giving Jim a few moments to get used to the sensation of having another man fully hilted in his rear, Nigel pulled back, slowly, and then began to gently thrust into his brother's nearly-virgin backside. James almost giggled at the realization of how much he enjoyed the sensation of Nigel's pelvis bumping against his own shapely rump, though he had to admit the feeling of his brother's cock rubbing and sliding against his inner walls was a hell of a lot easier to focus on. James' toes curled up from the delicious friction of Nigel's prick spreading him open inside and filling him up again and again. In the heat of the moment, he found it difficult to believe he'd ever been satisfied with fingers... As the room began to fill with the sound of their bodies gently slapping against each other, as Nigel's uncertain early strokes gave way to a more even, more confident rhythm, James moaned out loud, deliriously happy, and Nigel took his hands off of James' hips, reaching up and pressing James' hands against the wall, holding him in place. Jim dared to open his eyes and look back at his lover. "D-does this live up t-to your fantasy?" he asked, his whiskers twitching gleefully. Nigel grunted hard for a moment, shuddering with pleasure, and then grinned at his brother. "God, it's even better, James, it's even better..."

With that, Nigel leaned forward and suddenly closed his teeth against the back of his brother's neck, nipping at him playfully, and as the bow-marked male whimpered with desire, vaguely remembering Nigel saying something about wanting to try a few canine things he'd seen online, James shuddered, feeling his own prick throb hard, probably leaking some pre onto the floor between his feet. Having Nigel play his teeth across the back of his neck was a strange sensation, but when Jim tried to adjust his stance, he felt the strength of his brother's grip on his hands increase, keeping him from getting away. James moaned with pleasure, realizing he was enjoying having Nigel take charge like this. The bow-marked male was trying to ponder to himself whether this was his way of discovering that he was a bit more submissive than he thought, or if this was simply a normal way for the bottom to feel during sex, but the delicious pleasure he was experiencing was making it next to impossible to hold onto a train of thought for very long, so he just abandoned the idea for now, deciding that as long as lovemaking felt this good, he didn't care.

With that, James began doing just about the only thing he could do, under the circumstances, spreading his legs a little bit more to try and give Nigel more access to his back door, as well as pushing his rump back against his brother's thrusts, wanting to feel that glorious cock as deep inside him as he could. But there was still something missing... "N-Nigel..." he panted, "My d-dick, please t-touch my dick..." He punctuated this sentence with a yelp as Nigel deliberately slammed himself home with more force than on the other thrusts, before resuming his previous pace. "Mmmm, sorry about that, brother," Nigel whispered, "It f-feels so good to finally be fucking you that I... I kinda got carried away. Let me just..." As he trailed off, the arrow-marked otter firmly, but gently pulled his lover's hands closer together, laying them on top of each other so that he could hold both of James' arms in place with one hand. Then, Nigel trailed his free hand down Jim's body, tracing his fingertips along the other male's muscular but lithe swimmer's body, before finally reaching its goal between his legs. "Yessss..." James blurted out, far past the point of being embarrassed, "Oh God, touch it, Ni, touch it..." James ached for it so badly that it would have been effortless for Nigel to drive his brother to the point of needful whining by teasing him with light touches. But of course, this was his twin, the man he loved, and James knew that he had nothing to worry about. Sure enough, without so much as a playful comment, Nigel took a firm hold of his lover's prick and began to stroke. James almost instantly throbbed in the other otter's grip, leaking more pre-come onto the floor as he moaned.

While Nigel's fingers fluttered along his shaft, the bow-marked male shuddered from head to toe, inadvertently rewarding his lover by clenching his backside down on the length buried within it. After a minute or so of savouring the pleasure now coming to him from both sides of his pelvis, James opened one eye and looked back at his lover. "Nigel?" he asked, "I'm - I'm gonna come all over your wall when we f-finish... just wanted to say s-sorry in advance..." Curiously, the smirk on James' face didn't reflect his words. Nigel just laughed and licked his brother's cheek again. "Small price to pay, Jim," he replied, simply, "Small price to pay."

Nigel continued to rut James against the wall as the twins panted and moaned without shame in the cool evening air. James allowed himself to get lost in the cyclical pleasure until Nigel changed things up; on one particular withdrawal, instead of immediately pushing back into that tight warmth, Nigel stopped when he was almost entirely free of his lover's tight rump. The only part of his dick remaining inside was the tip, being tightly squeezed by his brother's anus. James eagerly waited for Nigel to reverse direction, already looking forward to how it would feel, so he wasn't terribly pleased when Nigel instead pulled it that last little way out, leaving them separated again... at the same moment that Nigel let go of his lover's dick, leaving James utterly without stimulation. "No!" James cried, before he'd even realized he'd spoken out loud, "Don't!" It was, of course, too late for that, but he couldn't help himself, squirming in his twin's grasp and whimpering with need, feeling an absolutely desperate need to feel Nigel inside him once again, that their union might continue to its (hopefully) glorious conclusion. He looked back to Nigel's face in confusion, wondering why the other male hadn't corrected this situation yet - and then he groaned out loud, seeing the smirk on his brother's face and realizing what was happening.

"R-really?" he sighed, "You're gonna tease me now? When we finally get to do this?" Nigel's smirk graduated to that damnably attractive smile as the arrow-marked otter nodded. "Mmm-hmm," Nigel confirmed, helpfully. Sighing, James tried to solve the problem himself, pushing his hips back towards Nigel's cock, but of course his brother just leaned away from him, so it was fruitless. Jim bit his lip; by now he ached to be full again, and he couldn't help but think about all those porn videos he'd seen over the years where the top got off on teasing the bottom. "Oh, Ni, please put it back in," he whimpered, "What is this, do you - do you want me to beg? To say something embarrassing? I'll do it, I'll do anything! I - I'm your little slut! I've wanted your cock for years! Is - is that what you wanted to hear?" To his dismay (and embarrassment), Nigel scoffed. "Kinda hot, admittedly, but not what I had in mind."

Moving gently, almost casually, Nigel pressed the underside of his cock against James' anus, then began to roll his hips forward and back, teasing the full length of his shaft against his brother's needy backdoor without the risk of accidentally slipping in before he was ready. James remembered a time before they'd allowed themselves full-on penetration when he'd eagerly asked Nigel to hotdog him, to come all over his butt, but now, the idea of Nigel finishing himself off outside of James' body made him whimper with desperation. He was a little bit embarrassed by how urgently he needed to be dicked, and this new level of teasing wasn't helping. "You bitch!" Jim moaned, distraught, as he shuddered with desire, unable to keep from pressing back against his lover's cock. Nigel chuckled and kissed James on the back of the neck, before he leaned in close and whispered into the other otter's ear. "Come on, Jim, you can do this," he cooed, encouragingly, "just tell me why I should put it back in." James' answer was both brutally honest and immediate. "Because I really need to get fucked, dammit, that's why!" he groaned, frustrated. Nigel made a noise like he was desperately suppressing laughter and nuzzled against his partner from behind. "No, but good guess," the arrow-marked otter teased, "Tell you what, I'll give you a hint: What did I say the first time I put it in you?" James stood there a moment, straining to remember something that had occurred only minutes earlier, and then his eyes widened in understanding... and he blushed, a little embarrassed at how happy the answer made him. He shyly looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Nigel..." James whispered, "You should put it in me because... because I love you." The other mustelid beamed from ear to ear. "Congratulations, Jim," Nigel breathed as he pulled back and changed the angle of his penis, "Those are the magic words." If James had anything to say in response to this, it was forgotten as he moaned shamelessly at the sensation of his brother's rigid prick sliding back into his rump where it belonged.

As the brothers resumed their energetic coupling, time began to lose its meaning, and something that could have been a few minutes or half the night passed, full of grunting and gasping and whimpering and churring and perhaps a bit more gasping, as the two men let themselves drift away in their shared passion. The trouble with such pleasure, naturally, is that it tends to lead to its own ending, and it wasn't long before James was writhing and twitching, trying to find a position to lessen the joy he was receiving from their love, something to slow down the rise of the tension inside himself and prolong their dalliance for just a few minutes longer. If he could have managed it, he would have stayed in that moment with Nigel forever. But with the wall pressed against his chest, his mate pressed against his back, and his hands held firmly in place, there was only so much moving James could really do, and before long he groaned out loud, preparing to surrender to the inevitable. "Oh Gaaaaawd..." he managed, "I'm - I'm getting close, I'm g-gonna come, Nigel..." His lover responded immediately by moaning with need. "Do it, brother!" Nigel gasped, enthusiastically, "I'm right on the edge, J-Jim, I need to c-come so fucking bad..." With that, Nigel began thrusting even harder into the tight, hot confines of his brother's rear, and he increased the speed of the hand that was stroking James' cock while he was at it. James would have arched his back if his upper body hadn't been pressed against the wall, so he just closed his eyes, focused on the pleasure, and let go, whimpering to himself. "Oh... oh fuck... oh, fuck! N-Ni! I'm coming!"

With that, the bow-marked otter's entire body tensed up and James cried out wordlessly as his orgasm burst from within him like a supernova, sending pleasure burning along every nerve in his body, so strong it was almost overwhelming. He yelped in perfect time with the throbbing of his prick as he spurted out long strands of hot, wet semen to splatter against the wall in front of him, the floor beneath them, and Nigel's rapidly stroking hand, which continued to pump James' erection and draw out his pleasure. Meanwhile, with every spasm, every twitch, Jim's backside clenched down hard around the penis inside it, and the rhythmic squeezing and rubbing brought Nigel that last little way across the edge with his twin. Nigel groaned out loud and hilted himself in James' rump one last time, grinding against his lover's pert buttocks as he throbbed and pulsed within the other male, spilling his seed within his soulmate for the first time and flooding his bowels with creamy otter jism. Even amongst all the ecstasy he was feeling from his own climax, James' eyes snapped open; he couldn't fail to notice the sensation of his brother's sperm rapidly filling up his tight rear, the warmth growing inside him, and somehow this brought him even more happiness (if not more pleasure) than his own release.

When the brothers Ellison had wrung every drop of pleasure out of each other that they could, they sagged down, leaning against the wall on wobbly knees as they panted and trembled. Nigel caught his breath first, and even that was only after a good minute or so. "...Holy shit," he whispered, eloquently, "That was so good... We've been missing out." James chuckled tiredly. "Yeah, seriously," he commented, "I know that was your dream position, but uh, I think that might become one of my favourites too." Nigel sighed happily and kissed his lover on the back of the neck. "I love you, James," he said, giving his brother's hands a squeeze. Turning his hands over, Jim squeezed back and smiled. "I love you too, Ni." Before the bow-marked male could think about anything else, though, Nigel gave a little grunt and tugged back on his hips, pulling his slowly-deflating penis out of his brother's rear as he let go of James' hands. Distracted by the sudden feeling of emptiness under his tail, James gasped - and then cried out in surprise as his knees gave out the instant he wasn't being supported by Nigel's chest anymore. He fell unceremoniously to his knees, which stung a little, and he almost fell face-first into the glistening mustelid seed he'd left on the wall. It was close, a whisker's breadth; he could smell his come, but didn't get it on him. "Oh, shit, sorry Jim!" said Nigel, sounding appropriately embarrassed, "I guess I should have warned you... Uh, here, let me get you a thing and we'll get cleaned up..."

Nigel walked back over to the bed, and while he wasn't looking, James took advantage of the situation, and his kneeling position, to surreptitiously reach under himself and gingerly touch his rear. He shivered with pleasure as he pulled his hand away and found his fingertips wet with his brother's semen. Somehow, to the bottomy otter, even though he'd proclaimed his love for Nigel and had his feelings returned, even though they'd kissed and cuddled and shared a very emotional moment, somehow now it felt like their relationship was official, as if it didn't 'count' until Nigel ejaculated within James' tight confines. As if it was all just words unless they actually made love. James knew this was silly, and yet despite his knees, he still felt so good from the afterglow that he didn't care. He did, however, feel more hesitant than usual to sample Nigel's seed, given that it had leaked out of his own backside... Fortunately, no sooner had the unpleasant thought entered his mind before Nigel was at his side, handing him a piece of cloth. "Thanks," Jim murmured distractedly as he cleaned off his fingers, then his cock, before deciding to do the right thing and cleaning up the mess he'd made in his brother's room. It wasn't until he was wiping the jizz off the wall that he noticed. "Nigel..." he said, "This is my shirt." Nigel sounded suspiciously like he was trying not to laugh. "That's correct," he replied, happily, "I just figured we're probably not going to get dressed again tonight, so..." Despite what was clearly a great deal of effort, Nigel lost control and burst out laughing as James glanced over his shoulder to give his brother a Look, and the bow-marked otter still felt so wonderful that he couldn't help but join his mate in laughter after a moment.

When they'd finished having a good laugh, Nigel gave James a hand up, a hand which James neglected to let go of once he was standing, as he felt perfectly content to just stand there, gazing into his lover's eyes and holding hands. "So that's it, then," said Nigel, "We're an item." James was pleased to realize that Nigel had been thinking about the status of their relationship too, and just nodded. "Feels so good to finally get over all the denial," James replied, before shrugging and adding "Though getting fucked in the ass was pretty good too, admittedly." Nigel laughed again and threw his arm around his brother. "Come on back over, I wanna cuddle." Returning to Nigel's bed, they lay down and did just that, holding each other close, hands rubbing backs tenderly, whiskery cheeks nuzzling against each other, occasionally kissing, and generally showing each other how much they cared without words. Nigel spoke up first, a few minutes later, as he soothingly ran his hand through his lover's chocolate-brown fur. "I've dreamed of having you in this bed so many times," the arrow-marked male whispered, "and you know, every time it happened, I had the same thought. Finally. I would always think to myself 'at long last, we're together and I can stop pretending not to love him'... But then I would wake up, and it wouldn't be true, and it would hurt so much..."

Looking up at him, James frowned slightly. "Oh, Nigel," he murmured, giving his brother a squeeze, "I'm so sorry to hear that... You know, I had the same problem. But now we never have to worry about that again." He blinked a few times and then narrowed his eyes, looking off at nothing in particular. "Assuming that this isn't just my subconscious being a real motherfucker and giving me a particularly long and detailed dream..." Smiling, Nigel reached down and pinched one of his brother's soft buttocks with two stubby claws, and as James yelped and grabbed at his ass, Nigel couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, that answers that question," Nigel said with a delighted smirk. Rubbing his butt with one hand, James leaned in and closed his lips over some of Nigel's whiskers, playfully giving them a tug for a few moments before letting them go so he could speak up. "You know, I was gonna say 'this time, even if this is a dream, I'm gonna march over to you when I wake up and profess my love all over again'," James said, trying not to smile and doing a rather rubbish job of it, "But noooo, romantic moment ruined, thanks a lot, Nigel." Nigel kissed the tips of two fingers and then rubbed them over the spot he'd pinched, as if he were a mother kissing a pup's boo-boo away. "I'm sorry, Jim," he said, not even sounding remotely honest, "Let me make it up to you..." And soon there was only giggling and churring.