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Kay angled his vlog camera toward his face, his signature playful grin lighting up the frame.
After living in Wisconsin, Thailand's heat felt both familiar and punishing. Sweat glistened on his sharp jawline
He ducked into an air-conditioned cafe, and greeted the audience, "Sawasdee krap! Today's mission—find the spiciest Gaeng Tai Pla in Siam Square..."
His eyes sparkled with mischief.
The cafe's regulars recognized him, their phones already recording, knowing his reputation for good-natured pranks.
Just last week, he'd convinced an entire restaurant he was Gordon Ramsay's long-lost Thai son.
The cafe door chimed in and walked AJ and JJ. Both wore perfectly styled black hair and designer ripped jeans.
"P'Kay!" AJ called out, pressing his hands together in wai. His twin JJ followed suit, but AJ lingered closer to Kay, "Are you recording now?"
Kay's camera caught AJ's lingering glances, the way he leaned in just a bit too close.
"Your last prank was so funny," AJ purred, resting his hand on Kay's forearm. The touch sent electricity through Kay's skin, but he maintained his professional smile.
"Thanks n'ong," Kay replied. The camera kept rolling. AJ's fingers traced small circles on Kay's arm.
"You should collab with us, P'Kay," AJ suggested. "We could make...interesting content together."
JJ rolled his eyes at his twin's obvious flirting, but Kay just laughed it off, redirecting the conversation to safer topics.
Still, he couldn't help but notice how AJ's gaze followed his every movement, how he seemed to find excuses to brush against Kay.
The twins' visit stretched from minutes to hours. Kay found himself stealing glances at AJ when he thought the camera wasn't looking.
There was something magnetic about the younger man's confidence.
Kay turned to the twins, "You know what I think you're right. Why don't you join me on this adventure? The more the merrier, yeah?"
AJ's face lit up, "Really, P'Kay? You mean it?"
JJ raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I'm sure P'Kay just wants some extra moral support when his mouth is on fire."
***
The video, titled "Meeting The Most DANGEROUS Twins in Bangkok!" exploded across Thai social media within hours. The comment section overflowed:
"The way AJ keeps touching P'Kay while JJ just stands there DYING 😂"
"Everyone seeing the tension between AJ and P'Kay? No? Just me? 👀"
"The chemistry between them is insane! More collabs please!"
The view counter spun wildly—100k, 500k, then 1M within days.
Fan edits emerged, focusing on every lingering touch, every charged glance between AJ and Kay.
The twins' existing followers merged with Kay's audience.
Knowing the engagement impact, without hesitation, Kay typed a text and sent it to their group chat:
"Round 2? 😈"
AJ responded instantly:
"Name the time and place P'❤️"
JJ:
"As long as I don't have to watch you flirt with my brother again 🙄"
The trio wasted no time in planning their next collaboration, and soon, the video "EXTREME Dare or Dare ft. The Twins" was released.
Each challenge pushed boundaries—eating ghost peppers, prank calling celebrities, freestyle rapping in public.
Finally, as the game reached its climax, JJ pulled out the cursed card: "Loser has to kiss one of us for 10 seconds."
Of course, Kay lost the final challenge.
The cafe they'd commandeered fell silent. Kay's palms grew sweaty.
"Choose wisely, P'Kay," AJ purred. The camera caught his hooded gaze, the slight part of his mouth.
JJ stood back, arms crossed, smirking.
Comments on would later analyze every microsecond—how Kay's pupils dilated, how AJ's breath hitched, how JJ's knowing smile grew wider.
Kay stepped towards AJ.
Someone's cup clinked nervously in the background.
The camera caught every detail—Kay's adam's apple bobbing. He swallowed hard.
"P'Kay..." AJ whispered, barely audible. The height difference meant Kay had to tilt his head down slightly.
Their breaths mingled, coffee and mint. Ten seconds stretched like honey.
The first touch was tentative.
AJ's lips were impossibly soft, parting slightly in a quiet gasp.
Kay meant to keep it chaste, professional— this was still for camera after all.
But AJ's hand found his waist, fingers pressing into the thin fabric of his shirt.
The kiss deepened naturally, AJ tasting of green tea and desire.
Eight seconds left. Seven. Six.
Kay felt lightheaded, aware of every point of contact—AJ's thumb brushing his hipbone, the soft sound caught in AJ's throat.
Four seconds. Three.
When they finally parted, the cafe erupted in cheers and wolf whistles.
AJ's lips were slightly swollen, his eyes dark and unfocused. Kay tried to collect himself, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
That's when JJ dropped the bomb.
"Mmmmmm, not bad P'Kay," JJ drawled, phone still recording. "But you should know..." he paused for dramatic effect, "we twins share everything."
The internet imploded.
#TwinGate trended nationwide.
Clips of the kiss and JJ's comment spread like wildfire.
Theories exploded across Twitter:
"WHAT DID HE MEAN BY SHARE???"
"The way AJ kissed back wasn't his first time js 👀"
"Did anyone notice JJ biting his lip during the whole thing?"
Fan accounts dissected every frame, every word. The video hit 2M views in hours.
Celebrity gossip shows debated the implications. Even international fans started taking notice:
"Thai YouTube is WILD y'all"
"Someone translate everything NOW"
Kay's phone buzzed constantly with notifications. Among them, a private message from JJ:
"We weren't joking about sharing, P'Kay... 😏"
***
Their third video was a Livestream one. It was innocently titled "Twin's Revenge" and opened with their typical banter, this time in a dimly lit studio apartment.
Golden hour sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in warm amber tones.
Kay sat between the twins on a plush grey couch, visibly nervous.
"Last time P'Kay chose," AJ started, camera focused on his knowing smile.
"Now it's our turn," JJ finished.
The "punishment" game was rigged from the start.
Kay lost every round, his usually sharp wit scattered by the twins' synchronized teasing.
The live comments section exploded when JJ grabbed Kay's chin first.
"Stay still, P'Kay," JJ murmured, thumb brushing Kay's lower lip. Unlike his brother's gentle approach, JJ kissed with authority.
His fingers tangled in Kay's hair, tilting his head back. The kiss was deep, demanding, pulling soft sounds from Kay's throat that the mic barely caught.
When JJ pulled away, Kay barely had time to breathe before AJ claimed his turn. Where JJ was demanding, AJ was teasing—little nips, playful flicks of tongue, fingers tracing Kay's jawline.
Kay's hands clutched the couch cushions.
They alternated, each kiss longer than the last. JJ would leave Kay gasping, then AJ would soothe with gentle pecks before deepening into something more intense.
"Your lips are getting so red, P'Kay," AJ whispered against his mouth.
"Should we stop?" JJ asked innocently, knowing the answer.
Kay could only shake his head, chasing JJ's lips as he pulled away.
The video ended abruptly with Kay's lips visibly swollen, hair mussed, eyes glazed. The twins shared a victorious look over his head.
The internet crashed.
The video was age-restricted within hours but still racked up millions of views.
Fan edits focused on Kay's increasingly desperate reactions, the twins' growing boldness, the way hands wandered just out of frame.
The comment section became nuclear:
"THE WAY THEY JUST TOOK TURNS I—"
"Kay.exe has stopped working"
"This isn't even subtle anymore 🥵"
As the camera powered down, Kay slumped back into the couch, his heart still racing.
The studio felt smaller now, more intimate without the lens as a buffer. His lips still tingled from the twins' attention.
"I should thank you both," Kay said, trying to sound professional despite his disheveled state.
"The views are insane." He fumbled with his phone, avoiding eye contact.
AJ moved first, fingers wrapping around Kay's wrist, stopping his nervous scrolling.
"P'Kay," he purred, thumb pressed against Kay's racing pulse. "Who said the fun has to stop when the camera does?"
Before Kay could process AJ's words, JJ's hands found his waist, fingers sliding beneath his untucked shirt to graze warm skin.
"We're not acting for views, P'..." JJ's breath was hot against his neck.
Kay laughed nervously, "You guys are really committed to the bit, huh?"
His attempt at deflection fell flat. AJ moved closer, practically in his lap now.
"Still think we're joking?" AJ whispered, free hand trailing up Kay's thigh. JJ's fingers dug into his waist possessively.
"The camera's off, P'Kay," JJ murmured against his ear. "No fans watching. No act. Just us."
Kay's breath hitched. He realized—maybe they weren't joking at all.
The twins had him effectively trapped, AJ in front, JJ behind, their touches growing bolder by the second.
"I..." Kay started, but AJ's thumb brushing his bottom lip silenced whatever excuse he was about to make.
"Stop thinking so much," AJ breathed, mere inches from his mouth.
"Let us show you what sharing really means," JJ added, lips grazing Kay's neck.
Kay's brain short-circuited. The twins moved in perfect synchronization. AJ's thumb traced his bottom lip while JJ's fingers danced along his ribs under his shirt.
Every touch left trails of fire on his skin.
"I can feel your heart racing, P'Kay," JJ murmured against his neck, causing goosebumps to ripple across Kay's flesh.
AJ shifted closer, "You're not running away this time," he purred, fingers sliding into Kay's hair.
Kay's mind spun with conflicting desires.
The twins' synchronized touches were overwhelming—when JJ's teeth grazed his neck, AJ would swallow his gasp with a deep kiss.
When AJ's nails scraped his scalp, JJ's hands would tighten on his waist.
"Wait—" Kay managed between kisses, his voice embarrassingly breathless. But the twins just hummed in unison.
The room felt too hot, too small. Kay's shirt clung to his back with sweat.
AJ's weight in his lap was maddening, while JJ's solid presence behind him left no escape.
Just as Kay felt himself starting to give in, when his hands finally dared to grip AJ's hips, the younger twin suddenly burst into laughter.
The spell shattered.
AJ collapsed against Kay's chest, shoulders shaking with giggles. Behind him, JJ snorted and started cackling too.
"Your face!" AJ wheezed, tears in his eyes. "You actually thought—"
"You should see yourself right now P'Kay," JJ added between laughs, releasing his hold on Kay's waist to clutch his own stomach.
Mortification crashed over Kay like ice water. He shoved AJ off his lap, stumbling to his feet.
The twins were still howling with laughter as he grabbed his things and fled.
His phone buzzed non-stop that night:
AJ: P'Kay don't be mad! 🥺
JJ: It was just a joke na~
AJ: Come back, we'll behave! Promise!
JJ: Mostly behave 😏
AJ: P'Kaaaaaaaay
JJ: You can't ignore us forever~
Meanwhile #KaySandwich continued trending.
Kay buried his face in his pillow, ignoring the endless notifications. Next time, he was sticking to food reviews.
***
Morning after
The moment Kay swiped his keycard at the office, he knew something was off. Mark's head popped up from his cubicle like a meerkat.
"The twins have been here three times already," Mark stage-whispered, abandoning his work to lean against Kay's desk.
"AJ looked like a kicked puppy. JJ just kept smirking."
Kay dropped his messenger bag with more force than necessary, his stomach doing that annoying flip it did whenever the twins were mentioned.
"I'm busy."
"Busy avoiding them," Prom chimed in, rolling his chair over.
He waggled his eyebrows. "They left you breakfast. And lunch. And what looks like dinner..."
Sure enough, Kay's desk was loaded with his favorite foods—fresh croissants from that fancy French bakery, mango sticky rice from the street vendor he loved, even bubble tea in his exact preferred sweetness level.
"They know your coffee order," Sky called from the break room. "Like, down to the exact temperature. JJ threatened the barista with bodily harm if they made it wrong."
Nani, usually the quiet one, actually put down his phone to join the conversation. "AJ spent twenty minutes arranging and rearranging the food. It was painfully adorable."
Kay's chest tightened.
He stared at the carefully arranged meals, remembering how AJ's fingers had felt in his hair, how JJ's breath had ghosted across his neck.
Then he remembered their laughter, the cruel amusement in their eyes.
"They're just playing games," Kay muttered, but his hand still reached for the bubble tea.
Perfect temperature, perfect sweetness. Damn them.
His phone buzzed again—more messages from the twins:
AJ: P'Kay please talk to us 🥺
JJ: At least eat the food, we know you skip meals when you're upset
AJ: We miss you, na...
JJ: Don't make me post that blooper reel from last week's shoot 😏
Part of him melted at their attention to detail—they'd noticed his habits, his preferences, things even his closest friends missed.
The way AJ's eyes softened when they filmed together, how JJ's teasing always had an undertone of care.
But then the memory of their synchronized laughter would hit, and his pride would rear up like a wounded animal.
He'd been vulnerable, ready to give in to whatever was building between them.
And they'd treated it like a joke.
"They watch all your old videos, you know," Prom mentioned casually. "I caught them analyzing your reactions in slow motion."
"And AJ's been practicing that aegyo thing you said you liked in that one livestream," Nani piped up.
Sky nodded sagely. "They're either really committed to the bit, or..."
"Or they're actually interested and just really bad at showing it," Mark finished.
Kay's phone buzzed again.
This time it was a video—AJ and JJ at their studio, looking uncharacteristically serious.
"Watch it," Prom urged, already peeking over Kay's shoulder.
Kay's finger hovered over the play button, his heart doing that stupid flip again.
The twins had somehow wormed their way under his skin, past his carefully constructed walls.
Their attention was intoxicating, their touches addictive.
But was it worth risking his heart over? What if this was just another elaborate prank for views?
The bubble tea was perfect though. And they had remembered the extra mango in his sticky rice...
Few hours later
Kay slumped in his chair next to Mark's desk after hours, when the office had emptied except for the soft hum of computers and distant traffic.
"Is it weird?" Kay finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Being wanted by two people? At the same time?"
Mark's fingers paused over his keyboard. He turned, expression unusually serious. "What's weird is how you're fighting something that clearly makes you happy."
"They laughed at me," Kay protested, but the words lacked conviction.
He couldn't forget how AJ's lips had trembled against his, how JJ's fingers had mapped his ribs like learning braille.
"Maybe they panicked," Mark suggested, leaning back. "Have you seen how they look at you when they think no one's watching? JJ practically growls at anyone who stands too close to you during shoots."
Kay fiddled with his straw. "AJ keeps leaving little notes in my scripts."
"And JJ mysteriously appears whenever you work late," Mark added with a knowing smile.
"Face it—you've got two incredibly hot twins competing for your attention. Most people would kill for that problem."
"But—"
"But nothing," Mark cut him off. "Why choose one when they've made it clear they're a package deal? They literally have a catchphrase about sharing."
Kay's face burned at the memory of JJ's words: 'We twins share everything.'
"The question is," Mark continued, "are you brave enough to let them catch you?"
As if summoned by the conversation, Kay's phone lit up with new messages:
AJ: Found your favorite ramen place P'Kay! 🍜
JJ: Better hurry before it gets cold...
location pinned
AJ: We promise to behave 🥺
JJ: Mostly 😏
"It seems the chase is on," Mark laughed, "Your move."
***
Over the next week, the twins escalated their pursuit with devastating precision. They'd learned Kay's schedule, his habits, his weaknesses.
On Monday..
Kay found his car detailed, a fresh coffee in the cupholder. The twins were nowhere in sight, but a note read "Looking good P'Kay... just like your ride 😘"
During lunch break
"Try this," AJ purred, holding a piece of spicy tuna roll to Kay's lips. His fingers lingered as Kay took the bite, thumb brushing sauce from the corner of his mouth.
JJ leaned in from the other side, voice low and rich. "The way you eat, P'Kay... makes me hungry for something else."
Kay nearly choked as JJ's hand found his thigh under the table. "Careful P'Kay," AJ smirked. "Need help swallowing?"
The twins took turns feeding him, their touches growing bolder. By dessert, Kay was squirming in his seat, hyper-aware of their synchronized seduction.
"Sweet," AJ murmured, licking chocolate from his own fingers while maintaining eye contact. "Want a taste, P'Kay?"
On Tuesday
AJ "accidentally" needed help fixing his mic, pressing against Kay's back as he reached around.
His fingers lingered on Kay's wrist, his breath hot against Kay's neck.
JJ watched from across the studio, eyes dark with something possessive.
On Wednesday
JJ cornered Kay in the editing room, crowding him against the desk. "Still running, P'Kay?" he whispered, fingers brushing Kay's collar.
Before Kay could respond, JJ was gone, leaving only the ghost of his cologne.
On Thursday
Both twins showed up at Kay's favorite lunch spot. They sat at separate tables, taking turns catching his eye.
AJ would bite his lip while reading the menu. JJ would stretch, his shirt riding up. Kay barely tasted his food.
On Friday
They tag-teamed during a livestream. AJ kept "dropping" things, bending over with impossible flexibility.
JJ found excuses to massage Kay's shoulders, strong fingers working knots Kay didn't know he had.
The comments section exploded.
On Saturday
Kay found himself constantly looking over his shoulder, anticipating their next move.
Every notification made his heart race. Every corner held the possibility of running into one or both twins.
The chase was intoxicating.
Each near-miss, each calculated touch, each heated glance built upon the last.
Kay found himself letting them get closer, staying a little longer, responding to their messages faster.
His phone buzzed again:
AJ: Miss you P'Kay... studio feels empty without you
JJ: New script to review. Your place or ours?
AJ: We'll be good...
JJ: Until you don't want us to be 😈
Kay stared at the messages, heart pounding. Mark's words echoed in his head: "Why choose one when you can have both?"
Kay paced, second-guessing his text:
"Fine. My place. 8PM. BEHAVE."
The twins arrived exactly on time, looking surprisingly subdued. AJ clutched a bag of snacks while JJ carried their favorite gaming console.
Their usual predatory confidence was replaced by something almost... shy.
"We brought your favorites," AJ said softly, pulling out packets of spicy seaweed and those expensive Japanese chocolates Kay loved.
JJ busied himself setting up the game, pointedly keeping distance. "Journey to the West? Unless you'd rather watch something..."
The careful space they maintained, the way they waited for his cues—it was so different from their usual overwhelming presence that Kay felt himself relaxing.
"Game sounds good," Kay found himself saying, settling onto his couch.
The twins exchanged glances before AJ perched on one end and JJ on the other, leaving Kay in the middle but not crowding him.
As the game loaded, their natural dynamic emerged. AJ's competitive streak surfaced. He mashed the button over and over again, while JJ played strategically.
Their shoulders would brush against Kay's during particularly intense battles, but they'd quickly shift away.
"P'Kay! Help me defeat this boss!" AJ whined, unconsciously leaning into Kay's space.
"Don't trust him P'Kay, he's trying to steal your power-ups," JJ warned.
Hours slipped by in a blur of playful trash talk and shared snacks.
Kay found himself relaxing into their presence, appreciating how AJ's eyes crinkled when he laughed, how JJ's smirk softened when he thought no one was looking.
During loading screens, they'd share stories about their twin mishaps—switching places during exams, confusing their parents, accidentally dating the same girl (who never noticed).
"She thought she was dating one very confused boy who kept changing his personality," AJ giggled.
"Until we both showed up to surprise her," JJ added, his shoulder now firmly pressed against Kay's. "Poor girl nearly fainted."
Kay found himself laughing genuinely, drawn into their orbit.
The twins' natural charm worked better when they weren't trying so hard to seduce him.
Their playful banter, the way they finished each other's sentences, how they gravitated toward him without pushing—it was addictive.
"One more level?" AJ asked as midnight approached, stifling a yawn. He'd slowly migrated closer, his head nearly on Kay's shoulder.
JJ was equally close on his other side. "We should let P'Kay rest," he said, but made no move to leave.
The apartment felt different with them in it—warmer, lived-in. Their presence filled spaces Kay hadn't realized were empty.
Kay found himself not wanting them to leave, enjoying this softer version of the twins.
No cameras, no fan service, no elaborate seduction attempts.
Just three people enjoying each other's company, building something that felt surprisingly real.
"One more level," Kay agreed, secretly pleased when both twins beamed at him. AJ snuggled closer while JJ's hand found Kay's knee, touch light and questioning.
For the first time, Kay didn't pull away.
Maybe Mark was right—some things were worth the risk of getting caught.
Two weeks later
The next two weeks felt like a delicious kind of torture. The twins were back testing Kay's resolve again with their subtle seduction, never crossing lines but constantly skirting them.
During script readings, AJ would trail his fingers along Kay's shoulders while reading over them. "P'Kay, your pronunciation is getting better," he'd purr, lips brushing Kay's ear.
His touch would linger just long enough to raise goosebumps before retreating.
JJ preferred a more direct approach. He'd sprawl across Kay's couch during gaming sessions, deliberately shifting so his shirt rode up. "So hot in here, P'Kay," he'd complain, stretching to expose more skin.
Movie nights became an exercise in restraint. The twins would bracket Kay on the couch, taking turns with casual touches.
AJ would rest his head on Kay's shoulder, nuzzling closer during scary scenes.
JJ would throw his legs across Kay's lap, his foot occasionally brushing Kay's thigh.
During filming, they'd turn up the heat. AJ would "accidentally" spill water on himself.
JJ would help Kay adjust equipment, pressing close enough for Kay to feel his body heat.
Their group chat became a minefield of suggestive messages:
AJ: "Dreamt about you P'Kay... want to hear about it? 😏"
JJ: "That shirt looks tight P'... need help taking it off?"
AJ: "Your lips look lonely..."
JJ: "Still thinking about how you taste..."
In person, they maintained perfect innocence. Their touches remained friendly, their flirting just shy of explicit. But their eyes told a different story—hungry, possessive, patient.
Next day
AJ casually straddled Kay's office chair during their latest script review.
"Just reading over your shoulder P'Kay," AJ purred innocently, thighs bracketing Kay's hips. His bare skin radiated heat through thin fabric.
"You're heavy," Kay muttered, fighting the urge to grip those slim hips. "And distracting."
"Good." JJ materialized behind them, hands finding Kay's tense shoulders. "Maybe if you weren't so...resistant...we wouldn't have to try so hard."
"I'm trying to work!" Kay protested weakly.
"You're being stubborn is what you are," AJ pouted, subtly rolling his hips. "Even Mark says so."
"Mark needs to mind his business," Kay grumbled, but his hands had already found AJ's waist to steady him.
"Everyone can see how much you want us," JJ breathed against Kay's ear. "How long are you going to fight it?"
"The whole office is taking bets," AJ added with a giggle. "P'Nani thinks you'll crack by Friday."
"Prom gave you until Wednesday," JJ smirked. His thumbs found a particularly sensitive spot that made Kay arch.
"P'Sky just rolls his eyes whenever we walk in now," AJ continued, playing with Kay's collar. "Says the sexual tension is affecting productivity."
Kay's face burned. "There's no tension—"
"Really?" JJ's voice dropped lower, fingers sliding to Kay's nape. "So you don't think about us?"
"Don't dream about our hands?" AJ shifted closer.
"Our mouths?"
"The things we could do to you?"
"The things you could do to us?"
AJ's fingers traced his jaw while JJ's ghosted down his sides.
"I—" Kay started, but Mark chose that moment to burst in.
"For heaven's sake Kay, just kiss them already!" he exclaimed. "The whole floor can feel the thirst radiating from this room!"
"We're trying," the twins said in unison, their hands never leaving Kay's body.
"He's being difficult," AJ pouted.
"Playing hard to get," JJ added.
"More like being a stubborn tease," Mark hissed. "Kay, everyone knows you want them. They obviously want you. Stop overthinking and just...handle it!"
Kay sputtered indignantly. But the twins just hummed in agreement, their touches growing bolder.
"Listen to your friends P'Kay," AJ whispered.
"Let us take care of you," JJ purred.
Mark threw his hands up. "I'm leaving before clothes start flying. But seriously Kay—stop torturing yourself. And them. And the rest of us who have to watch this mating dance!"
The door slammed behind him, leaving Kay trapped between two very determined twins.
"Well P'Kay?" they asked in perfect sync.
With a feral growl, Kay exploded from his chair. The force of his sudden movement sent the chair crashing into JJ's legs while AJ lost his balance, landing hard on his ass with a yelp.
"P'Kay, what the—" AJ's eyes went wide. Kay loomed over them, chest heaving.
"Listen here you fucking brats!" Kay snarled, yanking his tie loose. "You want to know why I've been 'resisting'? Because this office is my first real shot at a serious career. Because I actually give a shit about my work. Because I've spent months building professional respect here, and I refuse to be known as the guy who fucked the shameless twins in his cubicle!"
"But P'Kay—" JJ started.
"No! You don't get to 'P'Kay' me right now." He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves.
"You think this is all just a fun game? Teasing and touching and driving me insane? Making the whole office gossip?"
He raked fingers through his dark hair, messing up the usually neat strands. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been? Trying to focus on scripts while you two prance around? Feeling your hands on me during meetings???"
The twins exchanged glances, finally seeing the raw hunger they'd awakened.
"Get up," he ordered, voice dropping to a gravelly rasp. "Both of you. My apartment. Tonight. Since you're so desperate to play, let's see if you can handle the consequences."
***
Kay's fingers trembled over the phone. He typed: "Just once. One time thing. Then leave me alone."
As soon as he hit send, regret and anticipation warred in his stomach.
AJ responded first with photos of high-end massage oil and lubricant, followed by JJ's suggestive promises about making Kay feel cherished.
AJ: "Trust us P'Kay 🙏"
JJ: "We'll take such good care of you"
AJ: "Been dreaming of this"
JJ: "No more teasing 🤞"
When Kay's doorbell chimed at exactly midnight, his palms were sweaty.
He barely got the door open before the twins pushed inside, pinning him against the wall.
Their usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by raw hunger.
"Our so stubborn P'Kay," AJ breathed against his neck while JJ's hands found his waist. "Making us wait..."
"No more games," JJ growled, pressing closer. The twins moved in perfect sync, boxing Kay in with their bodies.
Their combined heat and scent overwhelmed Kay's senses. AJ tasted of mint as he claimed Kay's mouth, while JJ marked his neck.
The twins' hands roamed possessively, making Kay gasp.
"Bed. Now." JJ commanded between kisses. They guided Kay backward through his apartment, never breaking contact.
They led Kay backwards down the hallway.
His legs hit the mattress edge. JJ nipped his earlobe. "Lay back P'Kay," AJ purred against Kay's throat.
Kay's nerves sizzled.
Their experienced hands roamed his body. AJ's delicate fingers traced collar bones while JJ's strong grip settled on Kay's hips.
The height difference meant Kay had to tilt his head up when the twins towered over him.
"Been waiting so long," JJ growled, fingers digging into sensitive flesh. AJ hummed agreement, mouthing at Kay's pulse point.
Kay trembled. He started to wonder if he made the right decision when the wandering hands grew bolder.
The twins moved in practiced sync. JJ gripped Kay's hair and AJ would stroke his chest.
While AJ nibbled his jaw, JJ's palm dragged up Kay's inner thigh.
"P-please," Kay gasped as clever fingers teased. The twins just chuckled darkly.
"Beg prettier," JJ commanded against Kay's ear. His hot breath sent shivers down Kay's spine.
"We want to hear you," AJ added sweetly, nails scraping skin.
JJ and AJ pushed Kay onto the mattress, pinning his wrists above his head as they positioned their bodies alongside him.
JJ roughly yanked Kay's shorts down while AJ licked a hot stripe up his quivering stomach.
"Nnngh!" Kay whimpered. JJ's thick fingers circled his tight entrance. AJ distracted him by sucking marks into his neck, teeth grazing sensitively.
"So fuckin' tight," JJ growled, pressing one slick digit inside. Kay's back arched off the bed as JJ slowly worked him open.
"Such pretty sounds," AJ purred, swallowing Kay's moans in a deep kiss. His talented tongue explored Kay's mouth while JJ added a second finger, scissoring and stretching.
"F-fuck!" Kay gasped as JJ's fingers brushed his sweet spot. Pre-cum leaked onto his stomach.
"Need more?" JJ teased, crooking his fingers. Kay could only nod desperately.
AJ reached down to grip Kay's throbbing cock while JJ pressed in a third thick finger. The burn and stretch had Kay seeing stars.
"So greedy," AJ whispered filthily. "Taking JJ's fingers so well."
JJ's fingers pumped steadily. Kay writhed between them. The twins' hard cocks pressed against his thighs.
"Please! Need you both!" Kay begged brokenly as four fingers stretched him wide.
"Patience, P'...," JJ growled. "Gonna make you ready for us..."
The twins took their time opening Kay up completely, edging him with fingers and tongues until he was loose and desperate.
JJ gripped Kay's hair roughly while AJ positioned behind him. Kay's lips parted eagerly when JJ guided his thick cock into his waiting mouth.
"Mmph!" Kay moaned around JJ's length as AJ pushed inside his stretched hole. The twins started moving in perfect sync.
"Who would have thought you are such a good cocksucker, P'Kay" JJ growled.
Kay took him deep, nose brushing dark curls. Drool leaked from the corners of Kay's stretched lips.
AJ gripped Kay's hips, driving his thick shaft deeper. "So fuckin' tight back here, too" he groaned.
Kay gagged slightly.
JJ hit the back of his throat, tears gathering in his eyes. The sound just made JJ thrust harder while AJ pounded his ass.
"That's it baby, take it all," JJ purred, watching Kay's throat bulge around his girth. Pre-cum and saliva dripped down Kay's chin.
The twins' movements grew rougher and more erratic. Kay's muffled moans vibrated around JJ's cock while AJ hammered his prostate.
"Gonna flood that pretty mouth," JJ warned, grip tightening in Kay's hair. Kay just hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder.
"Fill him up good bro," AJ growled, cock twitching inside Kay's clenching hole. His thrusts grew desperate.
Kay's eyes rolled back as both twins came simultaneously—JJ's hot load shooting down his throat while AJ filled his ass.
He swallowed around JJ's pulsing length while also feeling cum leaked from his stretched rim.
The twins stayed buried deep. Kay milked every last drop from them, thoroughly used from both ends.
Kay collapsed forward onto his forearms, chest heaving as he gasped for air. His jaw ached deliciously, lips swollen.
JJ's spent cock slipped from his mouth with an obscene 'pop', a thin string of saliva and cum connecting them briefly before breaking.
"Fuuuck," JJ groaned.
AJ slowly pulled out. Kay could feel warm cum trickling down his inner thighs, his hole clenching around sudden emptiness.
His own cock hung heavy and neglected between his legs, angry red and dripping.
"Look at you," AJ purred, running possessive hands down Kay's sweaty back. "So fuckin' messy for us."
"Mmmm, and still so hard," JJ observed, fingers wrapping around Kay's length. "Think you can take more P'Kay?"
Four hands roamed his oversensitive body. The twins' touches were everywhere— mapping his chest, pinching his nipples, squeezing his ass, stroking his cock.
"Please," he whimpered, pushing back against probing fingers. His hole was slick and loose, practically begging to be filled again.
"Please what?" AJ teased, pressing two fingers inside alongside his brother's. Kay keened at the stretch.
"Want... want both," Kay panted, grinding back desperately. "Need you both in me. Please..."
The twins shared a wicked grin over his trembling form. "Since you asked so nicely."
JJ gripped Kay's thighs, positioning him against his thick cock.
"Ready baby?" JJ growled, rubbing the swollen head against Kay's entrance before pushing inside with one fluid thrust.
"Fuuuuck, still so tight!"
Kay's back arched as JJ bottomed out, his length stretching Kay full again.
He barely had time to adjust before AJ was pressing his own hard cock against Kay's rim alongside his twin's.
"Relax for me," AJ purred, slowly working his way inside Kay's hole alongside JJ's throbbing member. Kay keened at the intense stretch and burn.
"Nnnngh! S-so full!" Kay sobbed as both twins' cocks filled him completely. His rim stretched obscenely wide around their combined girths.
The twins started moving in alternating thrusts, one pulling out as the other pushed deep. Kay's prostate was assaulted relentlessly.
"Such a perfect cockslut," JJ growled, gripping Kay's hips bruisingly tight. Pre-cum leaked steadily from Kay's bobbing cock.
"I never expected you taking us so well like this," AJ praised, grinding deep.
The twins' synchronized thrusts grew rougher and deeper. Kay's hole clenched and spasmed around their pistoning lengths.
"Gonna fill you up," JJ grunted. AJ groaned in agreement. They both slammed home.
"Move for us beautiful," JJ commanded, giving Kay's ass a sharp slap.
Kay began to ride them with shallow bounces, hole clenching rhythmically around their lengths.
His thighs burned from the effort but he couldn't stop, drunk on the intense stretch and fullness.
"Nghhhh... so deep... can feel you both..." he babbled, picking up speed. His cock bobbed untouched, slapping against his stomach.
"Such a greedy hole," AJ growled, gripping Kay's hips hard enough to bruise.
"Gonna... gonna cum..." Kay whimpered, hole spasming around their girths.
"Do it baby," JJ ordered. "Cum all over yourself while we stuff you full..."
Kay's body seized as the overwhelming sensations crashed over him.
His cock erupted untouched, painting thick ropes across his heaving chest and abs. His hole clamped down vice-like around both shafts.
"Fuck! Fuuuck!" he wailed, hips jerking erratically.
JJ and AJ groaned in unison at the intense pressure.
Kay's spasming muscles drove them over the edge seconds apart—first JJ with a guttural growl, then AJ with a string of Thai curses.
They flooded his already cum-slicked channel, marking him from the inside out.
Kay whimpered at the hot rush filling him up, cum leaking out around their still-buried lengths. He slumped forward onto JJ's chest, thoroughly wrecked.
But the twins were far from done with him...
JJ was intense and commanding—all rough hands and sharp teeth. He'd leave bruising kisses down Kay's spine while pounding him relentlessly. His dirty talk was filthy and crude, ordering Kay to beg for his cock.
AJ was more playful and teasing. He'd edge Kay for ages with kitten licks and featherlight touches until he was sobbing. His pace would alternate between torturously slow and punishingly deep, drawing out every sensation.
They took him in every position—bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower wall, spread out on the dining table. Kay lost count of how many times they made him cum.
By sunrise, Kay was absolutely destroyed— covered in bites and bruises, leaking cum from his puffy, well-used hole, voice hoarse from screaming their names.
The twins curled protectively around his trembling form,
"Ours now," they murmured possessively before drifting off.
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