"Get us oil, my dearest one," he murmurs against Essek's ear. Whether by cantrip or more conventional means, they're going to need it.
Verin keeps his brother's smalls twisted around his hand, apparently intent on keeping him like this for a little while at least. Heat suffuses him and Verin sighs, nuzzling into Essek's soft hair. He doesn't mean to be rough, but he wouldn't let it escape like this if he had even an inkling that Essek didn't like it. No, he's very certain that his brother's gasping and writhing beneath him is because Verin has surprised him. It doesn't happen often. He hopes Essek will forgive him for taking advantage since it has.
He shifts his weight back onto his knees so that he has another hand free. He's more gentle as he pulls Essek's robe out of the way - not off, but down to expose a slender shoulder. He leans down to kiss it, far more reverent than the way he's indulging himself with rutting against Essek's thighs. Verin hadn't known what he was going to do until he did it, but being intuitive serves him well.
"Whoever might have warmed my bed in Bazzoxan, I could never love them as I love you."
Maybe it's cruel to mention them, to risk making Essek jealous. Verin's breath catches quietly and he focuses on the way his body feels rather than the fleeting thought of past lovers, some of whom may no longer be alive. Essek is warm and vibrant and living and here beneath him, whispering that he has missed Verin. What else could possibly matter in this moment?
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Verin keeps his brother's smalls twisted around his hand, apparently intent on keeping him like this for a little while at least. Heat suffuses him and Verin sighs, nuzzling into Essek's soft hair. He doesn't mean to be rough, but he wouldn't let it escape like this if he had even an inkling that Essek didn't like it. No, he's very certain that his brother's gasping and writhing beneath him is because Verin has surprised him. It doesn't happen often. He hopes Essek will forgive him for taking advantage since it has.
He shifts his weight back onto his knees so that he has another hand free. He's more gentle as he pulls Essek's robe out of the way - not off, but down to expose a slender shoulder. He leans down to kiss it, far more reverent than the way he's indulging himself with rutting against Essek's thighs. Verin hadn't known what he was going to do until he did it, but being intuitive serves him well.
"Whoever might have warmed my bed in Bazzoxan, I could never love them as I love you."
Maybe it's cruel to mention them, to risk making Essek jealous. Verin's breath catches quietly and he focuses on the way his body feels rather than the fleeting thought of past lovers, some of whom may no longer be alive. Essek is warm and vibrant and living and here beneath him, whispering that he has missed Verin. What else could possibly matter in this moment?