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Every once in a while, Emmet found himself overwhelmed with just how much Ingo was the love of his life. The trigger could be anything, usually something innocuous, and it just so happened that today it happened when Ingo was seated on his lap between sessions holding court. The older twin had begun to slowly nod off against Emmet's shoulder, the veil surrounding the brim of his hat falling somewhat to the side to reveal slightly parted lips, expression slack with the creeping approach of his nap. Unable to help himself, Emmet reached up to gently brush his knuckles against Ingo's cheek, prompting a contented sigh as the other reached up to grasp his hand.
"I'm sorry, my dear," Ingo murmured, yawning, "I hardly know why I would be so drowsy."
Emmet giggled at that. "It's fine. It's cute." His curt response caused Ingo to squirm bashfully in his lap, which prompted another laugh. "Cute, cute Ingo," Emmet hummed as he nudged his face closer to his brother's, Ingo humming in delight as he felt Emmet's lips press to his cheek through the fabric of his own shroud, "Lovely, sweet, perfect perfect perfect~"
Despite the colour dusting Ingo's cheeks, he did his best to appear stern. "My Lord, you know as well as I that, even amongst us gods, no one is perfect." he chastened, but there was no bite behind his words.
However, this only spurred Emmet on all the more, and he smiled slyly behind the obstructing fabric. "I think I can challenge that, dear Ingo," he said, his grin sharp, "I am Emmet, and I love winning more than anything."
Ingo let out a high whine under Emmet's now laser-focused attention, craning his neck to allow his husband more access as the younger trailed tender kisses along his throat. "So incorrigible." he managed to gasp out, eyes fluttering as a delighted coo escaped him. "Emmet, that tickles~ ♡ "
"Can't help it," Emmet mumbled into Ingo's skin, "My wife is too good. Verrrry precious."
That seemed to settle Ingo all the more, the man melting into his ministrations, only making another somewhat puzzled noise as Emmet lightly lapped at one of the spots he'd been kissing. "My Lord," he whined out again, his face growing redder. He was about to no doubt offer his mouth for a proper taste, but was immediately distracted as his brother teased his thumb at Ingo's bottom lip instead and quickly latched on, suckling contentedly.
Humming in delight, Emmet nuzzled his nose to Ingo's adam's apple. "I know you would give all you have, my dearest queen," he purred, "But you're a delicacy, and I need to savour you."
It was hard to tell whether Ingo truly heard him or not, wholly sated by the grounding presence of Emmet's digit in his mouth. He curled against his husband's shoulder, keeping the other's thumb trapped in his mouth until he nodded off entirely. Emmet beamed and gently petted Ingo's hair before looking to the agent who had just appeared awkwardly in the doorway with the next shade in line. "Proceed with your case."
After the day's duties were taken care of, the Lord of the Underworld dismissed his court and took his queen back to the palace. Despite the long judgment session, neither spared a thought to it, their eyes and minds only on each other the moment the large front doors closed behind them. Removing Ingo's hat, Emmet ran a hand through his twin's hair to smoothe it back into place. "There you are."
Ingo smiled back, returning the favour by untying Emmet's shroud and trailing a finger down the bridge of his nose.
The action pulled a soft giggle from Emmet, wiggling the tip of his nose playfully at the other. "What a vision you are," Ingo exhaled, pressing his cool palm to Emmet's cheek, "And somehow I have been blessed to be one of the few with the chance to behold you."
"Ingo," Emmet nuzzled into his touch, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, "You can't keep saying those things when we're both still fully dressed."
"Shall we fix that, then?"
"Yup!" Leaning in, Emmet trapped Ingo's lips with his own, the two of them following the wall behind them to their bedroom. Kicking off their sandals and giddily stripping off their adornments and chitons, the couple tumbled into bed with a titter of stereo laughter.
As they got comfortable, Emmet's lithe form spread out flush on top of Ingo's identical one, their off and on kissing took on a decadent non-urgency, the two taking their time to explore each other. Their time was infinite, after all; they could afford to take it slowly.
Between languishing kisses, Ingo cooed out his brother's name. "Mmn?" Emmet grunted, glancing up from making his way along Ingo's collarbone.
Ingo, however, shook his head bashfully. "I just love saying your name, my dear."
Grinning wickedly, Emmet began to chant under his breath in return, "Ingo Ingo Ingo..." His kisses trailed to his wife's chest, tongue circling a perked nipple and earning him a soft moan.
"I love Ingo so much," he continued, wrapping his arms around the other's waist as he buried kisses into Ingo's plush but small breasts, still soft from motherhood. A hand massaged into Ingo's ass as well, giving it an appreciative squeeze. It was a beautiful, giving body -- so eager to adapt for his use -- and Emmet felt like showing his gratitude.
Ingo's hands cupped his cheeks again, garnering Emmet attentions back up toward his face. "Tell me what you want," Emmet said, crawling forward once more to kiss his beloved queen, "I'd give it to you; I'd rain down the whole of Olympus in a second if it would please you."
Returning the kiss with a pleased moan bubbling up from the back of his throat, Ingo's hips rose to bump up into Emmet's. "I only want you, my Lord." he managed through fanned eyelashes.
Emmet's eyes sparkled in excitement and dipped his head down to suck at Ingo's earlobe. "Oh, Ingo~ ♡ You had me from the moment I saw you, but I'll show you again and again, however many times you want." Kissing down to the sensitive skin just under the ear and behind the jaw, Emmet sucked a small hickey there, causing Ingo to emit a sharp wail and his toes to curl, back bowing to press up into Emmet as close as he could.
Their hips ground into each other, Emmet's dick hardening with the increase in friction. "My lovely queen," he whispered into Ingo's ear, nipping at it playfully, "Would you like me in you?"
"Yes, yes!!" Ingo gasped out, eyes dewy in his desperation as he chased Emmet's face for another kiss, which the younger twin was more than happy to give. His tongue caressed the roof of Ingo's mouth as he kneaded his fingers into the older's hip, lining up before sliding into his enveloping warmth.
Despite his first instinct to thrust deep, to breed Ingo until he was a shaking puddle of hormones, he wouldn’t right now. Now was a time for worship alone, just for them. So, instead, Emmet rolled his hips, slipping in and out in one smooth motion and drawing long, comfortable sighs from the man beneath him.
His other hand slid along the length of Ingo's arm, taking his hand and lacing their fingers as he deepened their kiss.
"Aah, my Lord, my Emmet...~" Ingo purred, his legs raising to cross behind his twin's back.
"My Ingo~" Emmet sighed out, snaking his arm around his waist as he thrust in again, "We fit together so good, your little pocket just for me~ ♡ "
The slower pace ripped another moan from Ingo, his inner walls squeezing in on Emmet desperately. "Yes, yes~ It will only ever be for you, my Lord! Only you could fill me just how I want!" the older twin babbled, his cheeks burning under Emmet's unflinching attention.
His words were soon muffled again by yet another kiss, Ingo's eyes falling closed as the gathering tears dripped down his face. "Tell me what you want most right now." Emmet whispered, nipping light kisses along his jawline and evoking a soft squeak each time from the man beneath him. There were a multitude of answers, but only one managed to make itself form into a coherent thought, which in itself was quite the irony.
"Own me..." Ingo whimpered out, "Break me down and make me whole again -- I don't want to think of anything but you...~"
Sliding up a bit more to rub his own blush-warmed cheek to Ingo's (and in doing so burying his shaft even deeper into him), Emmet squeezed his hand tightly. "You make me so happy, Ingo~"
"Emmet, Emmet...~" Ingo whimpered, clinging closer and sobbing in ecstasy at the slow drag of Emmet's dick inside of him, "I love you so much, sosos-OH--!" His voice hitched, cutting off as Emmet's hips popped forward to thrust even deeper in. It wasn't the deepest Emmet had ever gone for certain, but all this build up was setting every one of Ingo's nerves into overdrive and quickly turning his brain to mush.
Hiding his burning face in Emmet's shoulder, Ingo tried his best to not blow his husband's eardrums out, only cooing out his pleasure as Emmet nosed at the side of his face and kissed his teary eyes dry.
"You're doing verrrry good for me," Emmet purred, each movement of his hips drawing a slightly louder moan out of Ingo than the last, "You take my cock so well, my perfect, beautiful wife~"
Ingo whined and pressed his lips to Emmet's chest, eyes fluttering closed as Emmet buried a kiss in his hair.
He was good for Emmet, for his husband, which was all he really needed to be. Everything else was secondary. Mouthing at Emmet's soft skin, Ingo shuddered and clenched his thighs tightly around his twin's waist.
The younger twin buried a kiss into his older brother's hair as he began to gradually pick up the pace of his rocking hips, relishing in the muffled sounds of Ingo moaning into his chest, his volume also steadily starting to increase as his wife lost control of his faculties. "It's okay, Ingo," he groaned out, his fingers threading through the other's hair, "Let me hear you, please, my queen; be as loud as you want, I love your voice so much~ ♡ "
"A-Ahhnh! ♡ " Ingo squealed out as Emmet rutted into him again, words beyond his ability at this point. The sound made Emmet's cock twitch violently against Ingo's inner walls and Emmet surged forward to trap his lips in a kiss. "Mmph~!" Ingo squeaked as he clung to Emmet tightly, his fingernails leaving light trails in their wake across the other's back and shoulders.
It nearly drove Emmet insane trying to stave off his own release as he drove into Ingo, chasing his dear wife's orgasm with dogged determination. However, as he felt Ingo tighten around him before Ingo's head fell back onto the bed below, letting out a loud, ecstatic moan, Emmet found himself cumming in tandem, his face burying into Ingo's shoulder. Ingo's hips bumped against his, desperate to milk Emmet's dick to the last drop through his orgasm before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed.
"Good job," Emmet murmured, kissing Ingo one more and rubbing their noses together, "'Super bravo', yes~?"
Ingo nuzzled into Emmet's face, cooing happily. Perhaps if he could comprehend words at the moment, he would agree, but for now he would gleefully acquiesce to whatever Emmet suggested, regardless of if he even understood. After all, Emmet always knew what was best for him.