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This felt wrong.
Maybe it was, but that was what made it all so thrilling. It sent little shocks throughout Moon, and at first, it had set Moon’s nerves haywire.
Of course, that wasn’t the case anymore. Now, those little shocks felt almost like a reward– A good factor to the supposedly bad thing he was doing. At least no one knew, if no one else knew, no one was getting hurt.
The bad wouldn’t affect anyone if it were unknown.
And what was this bad thing? Or, well…Maybe ‘thing’ was a misleading word to use. It was rather an action, something that appeared mundane but in reality held much more meaning than anyone around Moon could understand.
Moon was watching the pizzeria’s security surveillance.
Again, this seemed totally normal. It was something Moon had been doing for a while now, and before now, it wasn’t bad.
Perhaps it was the motives that made this feel so bad to Moon. Before he got his emotions back, Moon had never sought to do anything like this. Moon never had an interest in keeping a close eye on his brother before, but ever since they unlocked all those feelings, it’s sometimes all he ever wants to do.
For a long time, Moon couldn’t find the right word to describe his feelings. They sat and pondered on the thought for as long as one could. They eventually decided the best word to use was smitten.
Moon was smitten by Sun, and terribly so.
This feeling had dawned on Moon since the very moment he both had his emotions and Sun was in the same room as him.
It was a strong feeling, something Moon simply couldn’t ignore or look past. How could he? Moon didn’t even know how to pull himself away from this in the first place, let alone pretending it doesn’t exist…Not to mention, it felt so wrong to do that. Not acknowledging these feelings made Moon feel like getting his emotions back was pointless.
He wouldn’t go back to bottling his feelings away and storing them in some kind of unbreakable safe again.
No, Moon planned to stay smitten.
Maybe they hadn’t been going about this the right way, Moon thought. Perhaps Moon simply needed to explore this feeling.
And so that was what he was doing.
Moon was watching, exploring this new emotion through…Stalking his brother? Is it really stalking if Sun was aware there were cameras, but not to the fact Moon was focused only on him?
It certainly didn’t sound like stalking.
It didn’t feel like it either.
Even now, staring at Sun through the cameras made Moon’s fans click. Moon could feel that warm feeling rushing back, pooling in his stomach every time he sat down to watch Sun. Sometimes, Moon would get too excited and the feeling would come in tenfold.
It was so hard not to get excited, though. Moon didn’t know why excitement had to be so intense, at times Moon would be leaning in their seat, hyped over watching Sun doing the littlest things in the world.
There wasn’t a need to get so happy over watching Sun sweep, or hearing him laugh, or even seeing his brother’s rays twitch and spin…But, Moon was smitten. Moon couldn’t get the simplest things about Sun off his mind. That would make the heat worse, yet another part of Moon seemed to know exactly what the warmth was meant for.
Moon’s legs shifted together, and he finally derailed his endless stream of thoughts.
Moon knew that this wasn’t normal. This intense, heated feeling that he’d get from fantasizing about Sun. Moon loved his brother, but…
Wait.
Love.
Moon paused as he thought over the word.
Sure, Moon loved a lot of things. He loved food, he loved science, and he loved many other menial things as well.
That concept of love didn’t feel the same as Moon’s love for Sun did.
Moon loved Sun dearly, they were brothers after all. Brothers love each other.
But when they compared their love to Sun to another one of their family members?
There was a stark difference. An undeniable difference, in fact. So much so that it made Moon rethink his outlook on his relationship with Sun.
Moon believes he has a better word than smitten, now. He’s in love.
The thought was almost abstract, given Moon had never thought of getting with…Well, anyone. There was no interest in it, and it actually had disgusted Moon before. Moon was much more open to romance since he had regained proper emotions, but aside from Sun, he’s never experienced anything for anyone. Until now, Moon never thought of what it’d be like to be in a relationship either.
And to be honest, Moon doesn’t think he wants to be with anyone else besides Sun. Not that Moon wasn’t open to new possibilities– There was always a hunger to learn more about oneself– But because this was already happening so fast, and Moon didn’t think he’d be ready for letting anyone else in.
Sun had it easy. He was already deep inside Moon, and he had always been. Moon just couldn’t feel it before.
But this also had its downsides. Sun was Moon’s twin, and that kind of relationship was frowned upon. Even Moon thought it was gross before, and to a degree, he still finds it a little weird.
It was different to experience it, though. Suddenly, everything felt much clearer to Moon.
Moon watched as Sun headed into the arcade, and without a second thought, Moon went to the next camera. It seemed like Sun had a bit of a pep to his step today, appearing rather relaxed for once. There were no alarming issues, or major messes, or even drama between the Shamrocks and other inhabitants of the plex, meaning it was just a simple day for Sunny.
It was so much nicer when Sun wasn’t running around, trying to handle thing after thing, only to ultimately grow weary of his position and retreat into silence. It felt wrong, despite Sun having adopted this type of behavior long ago. It just didn’t fit Sun, not at all in Moon’s eyes.
Sun was truly as bright as his name, and Moon didn’t think he’d ever live a happy life without his ray of sunshine to shine upon him.
The sun and moon always revolve around one another.
That thought was rather comforting, actually. It reminded Moon that they were made for one another.
It was like true love, and Moon wished he hadn’t been as blind as before.
The heat felt almost unbearable, even with the friction. Moon barely knew what he was doing, but he slipped his hand downward. Moon knew the basics of this thing, but it was a totally different story to act upon said needs.
It felt vaguely awkward just pressing against his pants, right over his modesty plate. Moon never attempted to see what was behind the plate, he thought it was gross enough to have genitalia in the first place, but now it was actually serving up a feeling that Moon found himself, for once, wanting to indulge in.
He wanted to indulge in how Sun made him feel because, lord, did Sun make Moon feel good.
The lunar bot never tore their eyes from the screen, trained on only one thing. The only thing that mattered.
Sun.
After a moment of rubbing, Moon felt his modesty plate shifted up part way– Something that hadn’t necessarily clicked to Moon until they were pressing against what honestly felt like heaven.
The thought felt startling, but Moon realized he was wet. So damn wet. Goddamn, Moon was so wet for his brother…
Moon glanced to his office doorway, and thankfully the coast seemed clear out there. Everyone else was present in one of the main rooms in the pizzeria, so as long as Moon was still attentive, there should be no issues.
Moon slipped his pants downward, stopping right before his knees. The ache felt almost unbearable, and Moon couldn’t deny himself attention any longer, slipping his fingers into his folds. The feeling was overwhelming for a moment, Moon wasn’t prepared for this at all, it was purely a spur of the moment decision.
And despite how overstimulating this already felt, Moon made no move to stop. His hips rolled into his hand– Or more so his fingers. He circled his entrance, but he never slipped his fingers inside. For a moment, he debated on doing so, but then they heard Sun snicker and they lost focus on their thoughts again.
It was easier to focus on Sun, anyway. Just the thought made Moon whine. After that, Moon covered their mouth. He should focus on Sun quietly.
And this is where Moon’s fantasies come in.
Moon didn’t have many of them, truthfully. He had only started fantasizing recently, and they were far from sexually…But Moon could certainly imagine how Sun would take him. Or vice versa, Moon wasn’t really opposed to being the top or the bottom. For now, however, Moon will stick to bottoming.
Their thumb brushed over their clit, making their back arch lightly. The thought of Sun’s hand working him up like this instead came to mind, and Moon latched onto that thought dearly.
The idea was tantalizing, imagining how Sun would rub over his clit insistently, or maybe scissor him open and coo over how much of a fucking virgin Moon was.
Moon was sloppy, his fingers moving against his sensitive clit in a rightfully inexperienced manner. They kept their other hand firmly over their mouth, not even wanting a whimper to escape. God, this was such a strange feeling, but Moon felt like they couldn’t get enough.
He could practically hear the mockery in Sun’s voice, teasing him over how he was already going to cum, and that Moon couldn’t even wait patiently to be thoroughly fucked before getting his fix.
A stray swear left Moon as he desperately shifted away from his clit, frantically rubbing into his cunt as his legs quaked. Oh, fuck, he was coming, and he couldn’t stop repeating Sun’s name, a silent chant of whispers erupting from him. Moon squeezed their eyes shut, their legs clamping together as he attempted to process the overload of information he was now receiving.
After a moment, Moon opened their eyes and blinked. This was…Shocking, in a way. A very weird way.
Moon’s face felt hot, and he quickly pulled his pants back up. They had just masturbated to their brother.
And it was the best thing ever.
Soon, the shock was replaced with a surge of confidence, and despite the tingly feeling remaining, Moon found himself rather fond of his new disposition.
He loved Sun very much.