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"S-Shhh!" Travis places a finger to his lips, pursing his lips anxiously - his grip on the door frame tightening a little more.
"Rhys...! If you're too loud, you will hear you," Unlike his whispering, Travis' nervous gaze screams for the elder twin to heed his hushed words - though knowing Rhys, that possibility wouldn't hold much weight in their current situation.
Rhys - for his part - merely shoots Travis an exasperated look, giving his younger twin a quiet shove. "Oh, would you just shut it Trav'. If anyone here's being loud, it sure as hell isn't me...!" Turning away from Travis, Rhys squints his eyes and peers through the slightly ajar door - pushing it open a little more to get a better look at the silhouette hidden by the cloud of steam.
The downstream water from the shower fills the silence of the bathroom, seemingly disguising the twin's voices. "Besides, hear that? As long as we keep whispering, the water will cover - huh?"
Furrowing his eyebrows, Travis opens his mouth to whisper to his brother, only for his words to be cut by the squeaking of the shower tap - and the sound of the water's impact in the bathroom coming to a sudden halt. "Oh, crap..."
The timid boy stumbles over his feet, rushing past Rhys toward their bedroom - his face etched with panic - barely registering his brother following behind him.
Following behind his younger twin, Rhys' feet carry him to their shared bedroom and he flops onto his bed - sprawling out on it while noticing Travis doing the same. Throwing his head back onto the pillow, Rhys groans in frustration - his arousal showing itself through the slight flush of his cheeks and chest.
"Whatever... Hey, Trav'! You still have that thing?" Calling out to his brother - Rhys tilts his head to try and catch the younger twin's gaze - eager to get at least *some* relief.
Unfortunately for him though, Travis' attention seemed to be directed toward the door. With a sigh, Rhys props himself up onto his elbows his eyes slightly widening as he catches you - a towel wrapped around you and water dripping from your skin - standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.
Surprised by your presence - but not deterred - Rhys gives you a cocky smirk and pats his lap idly, "Ah, you! Did you want something? We could help you - trust me - we can be very *thorough* when we need to be, right Trav'?" He grins at the boy, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches Travis stutter.
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