In a haze of heat and need, Verin moves. For all that he is bigger than Essek, he is still fast, having honed his dexterity along with all of his other martial skills. That shows itself now in the quick but firm way he uses his grip on Essek's thigh to roll his brother onto his side, deftly avoiding being kicked in the process. Verin grabs the hip of his brother's smalls and twists, effectively forcing Essek's legs together and trapping them that way. It's likely that he's also ruining the garment in the process, but he will replace it if he needs to.

"I have missed you," he whispers, knowing that it has already been said and repeating it anyway. He will say it until he no longer feels it. He kisses Essek again as he rubs the wet head of his cock against the backs of his brother's thighs. He knows where the oil is and it wouldn't be difficult to reach for it now, but he doesn't want to spare a hand to do it.

"At night I would think of you here in your soft bed and wonder if you thought of me." His voice is heavy but still soft, and it would be tender if not for the way that Verin is rutting against the soft curve of his brother's ass. He doesn't begrudge Essek the comfort of Rosohna, especially when he knows that it has not always been comfortable for his brother here. Even if Essek's rise was meteoric, Verin knows better than to think it was easy.