"Forgive me," he murmurs, sweet and soothing. He shouldn't enjoy the way Essek bares his teeth so much, but it feels good to be reminded that he has not be forgotten here. The half-empty bottle of oil is just as telling.
Verin is tempted to tell Essek to use the oil on himself. He has his lithe brother pinned down with his smalls holding his legs closed, the least Verin can do is this. He trusts the bottle to stay where it is as he opens it with his free hand and tips it enough to spill a generous amount into his palm. He leans over Essek again, kissing and then gently biting his shoulder. The pressure is light, only to give him the sensation rather than pain.
His slick hand slips inelegantly between Essek's thighs, spreading oil there generously. Impatient, Verin's cock soon follows. He pushes into the tight space there with a heavy exhale, the relief of the warmth not as good as being buried inside Essek, but he'll get there.
"You have been using this often, I see. How long has it been?" A crude thing to ask, maybe, but the reason should be clear enough as Verin's oiled fingertips slide between Essek's cheeks to rub gently over his hole. Light, he has missed every inch of his brother, and Verin intends to make that clear. "How long since you last filled yourself and thought of me, dearest heart?"
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Verin is tempted to tell Essek to use the oil on himself. He has his lithe brother pinned down with his smalls holding his legs closed, the least Verin can do is this. He trusts the bottle to stay where it is as he opens it with his free hand and tips it enough to spill a generous amount into his palm. He leans over Essek again, kissing and then gently biting his shoulder. The pressure is light, only to give him the sensation rather than pain.
His slick hand slips inelegantly between Essek's thighs, spreading oil there generously. Impatient, Verin's cock soon follows. He pushes into the tight space there with a heavy exhale, the relief of the warmth not as good as being buried inside Essek, but he'll get there.
"You have been using this often, I see. How long has it been?" A crude thing to ask, maybe, but the reason should be clear enough as Verin's oiled fingertips slide between Essek's cheeks to rub gently over his hole. Light, he has missed every inch of his brother, and Verin intends to make that clear. "How long since you last filled yourself and thought of me, dearest heart?"