Essek is hardly concerned about ruined smalls. It barely even occurs to him beyond the brief flash of humiliation at being trapped like this that Essek would never admit to finding arousing, though he clearly does if he's permitting it. Now on his side with his thighs forced tight together, his pulse is pounding so hard he can hear the thrum of blood in his ears.
Grasping the sheets, he makes a weak noise against Verin's mouth as he feels his hard cock leaving a wet trail of precome against the backs of his thighs. His blush deepens, if that is possible. Light, when his brother gets into these moods, all his years of intimate experience with Verin seem to evaporate at once, leaving Essek flustered, embarrassingly eager, but utterly devoid of his usual easy authority. He's utterly wrong-footed--but at least he is with the only person who could possibly make him enjoy that.
His brother grinds against him, and Essek's brow knits up as he bites his lower lip, a sharp eyetooth catching and holding. He swallows hard, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond. Overheated as he is, words are suddenly as ephemeral as steam. His own erection is nestled nicely against his legs, and if he just shifted his hips a little, he's sure he could generate some friction for himself. But he doesn't know if he wants to appear quite so desperate as that just yet, even if he's quickly beginning to feel that way.
He thinks Verin is probably going to fuck his thighs anyway, which he'd half expected since he chose this particular robe. He's always had a thing for his legs.
"Constantly," he admits finally, dangling that tantalizing morsel of an image in front of his brother with the few words he can currently muster. "I've missed you too."
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Grasping the sheets, he makes a weak noise against Verin's mouth as he feels his hard cock leaving a wet trail of precome against the backs of his thighs. His blush deepens, if that is possible. Light, when his brother gets into these moods, all his years of intimate experience with Verin seem to evaporate at once, leaving Essek flustered, embarrassingly eager, but utterly devoid of his usual easy authority. He's utterly wrong-footed--but at least he is with the only person who could possibly make him enjoy that.
His brother grinds against him, and Essek's brow knits up as he bites his lower lip, a sharp eyetooth catching and holding. He swallows hard, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond. Overheated as he is, words are suddenly as ephemeral as steam. His own erection is nestled nicely against his legs, and if he just shifted his hips a little, he's sure he could generate some friction for himself. But he doesn't know if he wants to appear quite so desperate as that just yet, even if he's quickly beginning to feel that way.
He thinks Verin is probably going to fuck his thighs anyway, which he'd half expected since he chose this particular robe. He's always had a thing for his legs.
"Constantly," he admits finally, dangling that tantalizing morsel of an image in front of his brother with the few words he can currently muster. "I've missed you too."