Verin breathes in sharply as Essek's fingers curl in his hair, another hand soon pressed to his chest. He closes his eyes, momentarily lost in the memories that Essek recounts. Verin can still remember the pressure of Essek's hand against his mouth and the scent of the perfume he favored then. He always wore some on his wrists. Over the years the scents have changed, but the habit has not.
"I would have loved you anyway," he murmurs, meeting his brother's gaze. He dearly wants Essek to hear and believe that: Verin loves him for no other reason than that he is Essek. That is how Verin has always loved him. And maybe Essek did spoil him, but he cannot regret it.
His hand strokes over Essek's thigh and just feeling his brother's soft, warm skin beneath his palm is enough to make him burn with desire. Verin presses another firm kiss to Essek's lips before coaxing them apart for a better taste.
"There is no need for me to be quiet now," he says, voice lower and warmer.
Essek's towers are his own, and Verin didn't notice any other occupants - no students, no supplicants, no secretaries - on their way through. Granted, he hadn't been inclined to look particularly hard for anything when Essek brought him here from the Lucid Bastion. Verin shifts, releasing Essek's thigh long enough to slip his arm out of the sleeve of his robe. He leaves it to hang and his hand runs up Essek's thigh until he finds the hem of his brother's smalls. His fingers curl and he drags them down as far as he can, very aware that he'll have to move if he wants to get them off properly. But it's the gesture that's important for now.
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"I would have loved you anyway," he murmurs, meeting his brother's gaze. He dearly wants Essek to hear and believe that: Verin loves him for no other reason than that he is Essek. That is how Verin has always loved him. And maybe Essek did spoil him, but he cannot regret it.
His hand strokes over Essek's thigh and just feeling his brother's soft, warm skin beneath his palm is enough to make him burn with desire. Verin presses another firm kiss to Essek's lips before coaxing them apart for a better taste.
"There is no need for me to be quiet now," he says, voice lower and warmer.
Essek's towers are his own, and Verin didn't notice any other occupants - no students, no supplicants, no secretaries - on their way through. Granted, he hadn't been inclined to look particularly hard for anything when Essek brought him here from the Lucid Bastion. Verin shifts, releasing Essek's thigh long enough to slip his arm out of the sleeve of his robe. He leaves it to hang and his hand runs up Essek's thigh until he finds the hem of his brother's smalls. His fingers curl and he drags them down as far as he can, very aware that he'll have to move if he wants to get them off properly. But it's the gesture that's important for now.