Essek feels pinned in the most wonderful way. He squirms uselessly under his brother, testing what little leeway he has as Verin presses him down to kiss him and rock against him. The line of his cock is heavy and hot against the very sensitive skin at the crease of his thigh, nestled between a sharp hip bone and the much more plush shape of his thigh. Also mere inches from his own cock, and equally close to the even softer curve of his ass.
Verin is heavy and strong, and if Essek did not want to be beneath him he could reverse gravity with little more than a succinct gesture. But he does. In fact, it is exactly where he wants to be, legs pathetically bound by his own half pulled down smalls and unable to budge more than an inch or two in any way without the aid of dunamancy. Verin's warm lips and hot breath find his ear in a bright frission of sensation, and as it tingles down his spine, he whines and writhes uselessly. It's delicious.
"Yes," he agrees in a breathless whisper, sharp with certainty. His fingers flex, curling into fists against his brother's chest. It's a gesture that could crush a man if accompanied by the right words and intent. His skin feels hot everywhere, and he knows his face must be deeply flushed as Verin looks down at him. Their eyes meet, and Essek licks his slightly smeared lips as his heart skips in his chest.
It certainly isn't only for Verin's sake, this agreement--Essek craves it just as much. But surely Verin must know that his doting older brother would let him have him in every way he might want him.
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Verin is heavy and strong, and if Essek did not want to be beneath him he could reverse gravity with little more than a succinct gesture. But he does. In fact, it is exactly where he wants to be, legs pathetically bound by his own half pulled down smalls and unable to budge more than an inch or two in any way without the aid of dunamancy. Verin's warm lips and hot breath find his ear in a bright frission of sensation, and as it tingles down his spine, he whines and writhes uselessly. It's delicious.
"Yes," he agrees in a breathless whisper, sharp with certainty. His fingers flex, curling into fists against his brother's chest. It's a gesture that could crush a man if accompanied by the right words and intent. His skin feels hot everywhere, and he knows his face must be deeply flushed as Verin looks down at him. Their eyes meet, and Essek licks his slightly smeared lips as his heart skips in his chest.
It certainly isn't only for Verin's sake, this agreement--Essek craves it just as much. But surely Verin must know that his doting older brother would let him have him in every way he might want him.