For all that his tone is one of uncertainty, Essek is familiar with what Verin is seeking from him. He understands what his brother needs, but cannot ask him for. This is far from the first time.
"I miss you always, dearest one," he whispers, a tender and true affirmation as he cradles Verin's handsome face between his graceful hands again, looking up at him from the now even shorter distance between them. But there is more beneath those words that he cannot say, that wasn't there years upon years ago. It hurts. Verin was once his confidante, the one person he could admit anything to. Yet now he is hiding so much even from his brother.
It's better that way, he tells himself. Should he ever be discovered, Verin will be safer if he knows nothing.
This time, the way his legs slip around and between Verin's is blatantly suggestive, the slide of bare skin slow and sensual. His toes trail up the back of one calf while their thighs slot together. With fingers curled around the sharp line of his jaw, Essek draws his brother into an equally heady kiss, parting his painted lips and tracing his tongue along Verin's. Heat flickers to life in his belly, desire he hasn't felt since the last time they were together this way.
"It's been so long, Verin," he sighs between one kiss and the next. All these years, and Essek still hasn't taken another lover. Rather than bed a man he would have to feign interest in, he waits for these moments. They don't happen nearly often enough to sate the longing he feels for connection, intimacy, pleasure. "I need you," he implores.
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"I miss you always, dearest one," he whispers, a tender and true affirmation as he cradles Verin's handsome face between his graceful hands again, looking up at him from the now even shorter distance between them. But there is more beneath those words that he cannot say, that wasn't there years upon years ago. It hurts. Verin was once his confidante, the one person he could admit anything to. Yet now he is hiding so much even from his brother.
It's better that way, he tells himself. Should he ever be discovered, Verin will be safer if he knows nothing.
This time, the way his legs slip around and between Verin's is blatantly suggestive, the slide of bare skin slow and sensual. His toes trail up the back of one calf while their thighs slot together. With fingers curled around the sharp line of his jaw, Essek draws his brother into an equally heady kiss, parting his painted lips and tracing his tongue along Verin's. Heat flickers to life in his belly, desire he hasn't felt since the last time they were together this way.
"It's been so long, Verin," he sighs between one kiss and the next. All these years, and Essek still hasn't taken another lover. Rather than bed a man he would have to feign interest in, he waits for these moments. They don't happen nearly often enough to sate the longing he feels for connection, intimacy, pleasure. "I need you," he implores.