Free switched by Desconhecido(a) Page B

penetration became easier as Gus moved, as his body stretched around the girth of Gus’ cock.
    Jacob shook and shuddered, completely overwhelmed. Was it only a few hours ago he was buried balls-deep in his baby and all was right with the world?
    Gus’ vocalizations soon became little more than whimpers and groans, those big hands on his hips again, tugging him into each thrust, shifting him until Gus found his gland and began to peg it over and over again.
    He looked up, focused on the blood drying on his wrists. No, the blood drying on Sebastian’s wrists.
    That big hand found Sebastian’s cock again, pulling the hardness with a practiced hand, cock still working his gland. Sebastian’s body was going to come again, responding to Gus like a well-oiled machine.
    He wondered, suddenly, if Walt’s body would respond to Sebastian.
    It was with that thought that his body convulsed, coming hard around the thick cock inside him. Gus roared, heat filling Coby for the first time in his life.
    He shook, filled with a dull fear, a distant fury.
    The plug was ripped from his mouth, the cock inside him slipping away only to be replaced with the unyielding plug.
    Gus sighed, forehead resting against his shoulder. “Bastian. My precious. Tell me it is you. Please.”
    “Get away from me.”
    Gus sighed again, hands dropping away, heat leaving him. The big man sat on the bed in the corner of the room, regarding him. “You are not Bastian.”
    He growled, rolled his eyes. “No. Sebastian has my body, my lover, my life.”
    “And you have his. Have you always been this selfish?”
    “Have you always been so insufferable, or did constant contact with my brother make you so?”
    “I will gag you again, Jacob. Do not doubt it for a moment.”
    “Let me go. I am not yours.” Bastard. Fucker. Prick. Asshole. He was going to kill Sebastian as soon as he had his body back.
    “And what are you going to do if I let you go, Jacob? That body does not belong to you. I will not let you damage it.”
    “I have more of a claim on it than you do.”
    “Your prints are Bastian’s. The law will say you are him.”
    “And?” He lifted his chin, glared.
    “Then you are mine, not Jacob’s.” Gus glared at him. “I just want my lover back -- don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
    “You think I don’t? My Walt needs me.” He tugged on the chains, shoulders aching.
    “Then work with me instead of against me. Instead of insisting on insulting your twin.”
    “You haven’t given me the opportunity to work with you.”
    Gus raised an eyebrow. That was still so fucking annoying. “You began with the invective and negative comments about Bastian from the start.”
    “Sebastian is my twin. If anyone can pass judgment on him, I can.” He could raise his... Sebastian’s eyebrows, too.
    “But you have not seen him for years. You cannot pass judgment on what you no longer know.”
    “And do you know him? Do you know how he was?”
    “I know who he is .”
    Jacob just looked over. He’d known Sebastian at his worst -- hooked on cappers, the little drugs driving him constantly, destroying their life.
    Gus rolled his eyes. “You are a hard, unyielding man. Bastian told me as much.”
    Gus stood, then knelt to begin to remove the cuffs from his ankles, big hands rubbing, massaging where the cuffs had dug into his skin. “It would do you good to walk in his shoes, truly walk in them for these weeks we are bound together.”
    “I just want my Walt. He’s special, delicate, he needs to be cared for.”
    “Bastian will care for him until get there. Have faith in your twin, Jacob. In your lover.” Gus stood, tsking at the sight of the blood on his arms. “You must take more care.”
    “What if this body is mine now?” First thing he’d do was get rid of the girly hair.
    Gus shuddered and shook his head. “No. No, we will find a way to switch you back.” The big fingers slid to his ear, tracing the delicate vine inked there.