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The first time was a complete accident. He swears.
The subway car had already been packed full. And more commuters were due to come as they neared the next stop.
Ingo and Emmet were already encroaching on the other's personal space as is. And it was driving Emmet crazy. They were next to each other, with Ingo slightly in front, and each bump of the train had their shoulders knocking against the other's.
Emmet's fingers twitched. He wants to be even closer.
He wants to touch.
As if Jirachi itself had heard his wish, the train stopped and its doors slid open, allowing more people inside.
The twins had to move to accommodate. Emmet had to move half a step forward and Ingo shimmied to the side, slotting his back oh so perfectly against the younger man's front.
"Sorry Emmet, there's… many people." Ingo said as he shifted.
"Don't worry." Emmet certainly didn't mind. Something about being pressed so close, where anyone could look and see how perfectly the two melded together, was…. Exhilarating. It made his heart pound in his chest so hard he was sure Ingo could feel it, even through all the layers of their uniforms.
Emmet did his best to control his breathing. To try to keep his excitement at bay, but all it seemed to do was hit him full force with his brother's scent.
And didn't that make his blood rush south.
Every place they touched sparked electricity that thrummed throughout the rest of his body. Which only got worse (better? Emmet didn't know anymore.) when the train jolted forward as it started again.
Emmet choked on his own spit as his groin met Ingo's backside. The noise seemed to startle the older twin causing him to jump, Ingo's ass grazing against him again in the process. Emmet sucked in a breath as he coughed.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Ingo turned his head, concern written across his face.
And oh wow….their faces were really close right now.
If he leaned forward just a little more they could-
"...Emmet?"
He jolted to alertness. "YEs! I am Emmet."
His brother looked down right worried now.
Crap. DEFLECT!
"I think we should schedule maintenance for next week."
The look Ingo gave him told Emmet immediately that he wasn't fooled in the slightest.
Curse his ineffective derailment!
Mercifully he didn't push, letting the conversation go on as if normal, although Emmet wasn't foolish enough to think he would escape Ingo's questioning later.
It was almost enough to distract Emmet from his problem. If it weren't for the swaying of the car causing his brother's backside to occasionally rub up against his hardening length.
What he wouldn't give to just grab Ingo's hips and grind. To rip his twin's coat and pants out of the way. To listen to him gasp and whimper as Emmet fucked him in front of everyone.
Then they would all see that Ingo belongs to him. Only him.
A lull in their conversation gave him some reprieve from how close their faces were. Even pressed together as they were, Ingo would try to look at his face while talking. It took a lot of effort to not stare at his lips when there was so little space between them.
He didn't want to explain why his face was getting so red either.
Emmet wanted to know how red his brother would be if he pressed his lips against the back of his neck right now. What sounds would Ingo produce if he licked and sucked at his nape. Would he be loud?
Emmet hopes so.
His voice would alert the people around them, and they could all watch as Emmet claimed his older brother.
Ingo would yelp as his teeth sank into his twin's neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a deep bruise.
He imagined lngo pushing back against his rutting cock, moaning his name as Emmet snaked one of his hands around to fondle his brother's crotch.
Some of the passengers would gawk at the display, while others, he was sure, would record as Subway Boss Emmet and Ingo have sex in the middle of the train.
Emmet barely suppressed a shiver at the thought.
As far as fantasies go, Emmet thought his were rather tame, as long as you ignored that they all starred his twin brother that is. All this to say, Emmet was surprised at how much the idea of exposing himself and Ingo in public truly got to him.
This was definitely something to be explored later. While in the safety of his room. Until then he needed to get his head out of the clouds and focus on not canting his hips against Ingo.
Which shouldn't be as hard as it actually was.
With a shuddering breath Emmet gripped the cuffs of his own sleeves. He just needed to wait this out just a little bit longer. There was only one more stop before their own.
He could do it.
…
By the Almighty Dragons he couldn't do it.
While some passengers left at the next stop, even more came on. And of course Ingo did the polite thing and tried to make more room, only really succeeding and pressing them together even more.
His hips jerked forward of their own accord, and he felt Ingo stiffen against him.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck.
"Emme-"
"SORRY!"
Emmet doesn't think he's ever been more relieved in Nimbasa city residents' tendency to just ignore things, because he was almost certain that if someone paid close enough attention to the pair they could figure out exactly what was going on.
…Fuuuck, the thought made him throb.
The two stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, the only noise between them being Emmet's labored breathing.
Despite the panic coursing through him, his arousal only seemed to increase at the knowledge that Ingo knew.
His brother could feel just how hard he was.
Dear Dragons, Emmet couldn't take it anymore!
He pressed forward, letting himself move his hips in soft, small rocking motions. He could hear Ingo's breath hitch, but his brother didn't do anything to discourage him.
That meant it was fine, right? Ingo wasn't stopping him, he was letting Emmet hump him, so it must be fine.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice said otherwise, that Ingo was probably in shock or didn't want to draw attention to what Emmet was doing. But that voice was quickly drowned out by the barely there friction driving him mad.
With how big their coats were and how light Emmet's thrusts are, it was easy to hide what he was doing. He could probably get away with it for the rest of the ride.
Emmet didn't think he could stop even if they got caught. The soft hum of pleasure at each forward movement was just too addictive.
Without thinking Emmet placed a hand on Ingo's hip, gently guiding his twin closer. He could barely suppress the groan that tried to force itself past the white-clad twin's lips.
He never wanted to stop.
He wanted to stay right here, grinding his cock against Ingo for the rest of forever.
Panting, Emmet rested his chin on Ingo's shoulder. He could feel more than hear as his older brother swallowed thickly.
He desperately wants to know what Ingo was thinking. Was he enjoying it? Was he getting hard?
Emmet's hands itched to find out.
But no, he couldn't do that. He was already indulging himself too much as is. And he didn't want to risk crossing another line, not when this one had already gone way too far.
What if Ingo was disgusted with him?
Emmet froze at the thought.
But before he could dwell on it any further the car doors slid open as they arrived at their stop.
Stiffly, the two separated and exited the train.
The walk home was silent, and Emmet missed Ingo's boisterous voice chatting excitedly about whatever had caught the pair's attention for the day.
Fuck.
He's ruined everything.
Ingo must hate him. How couldn't he after discovering the kind of depraved person his brother actually was.
The longer the silence went, the more the reality of what he did sunk in. He had dry humped his brother. On a train. In public.
Almighty Dragons what was he doing?
So lost in turmoil, Emmet barely noticed that they'd reached their apartment building.
What if Ingo never wanted to see him again?
Emmet grew cold at the thought
How could he live without his beloved twin by his side? Ingo's his everything. Emmet can't lose him.
Hecan'tHecan'tHecan'tHecan'tHecan't-
Ingo cleared his throat.
“...You..” Emmet hated seeing how his older brother struggled to speak. Ingo always knew what to say, he's the more articulate of the two, only growing speechless when he was extremely anxious.
Ingo should never have to be anxious with Emmet.
“Please refrain from acting inappropriately at work.” He said formally, a nervous habit Ingo gained in their teens.
“...And try not to let yourself get so…pent up… from now on.” He continued with a cough, his cheeks taking on a tantalizing hue. Like apples Emmet wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into.