Despite the exertion of fucking Essek's thighs, Verin manages to keep his voice smooth and rather gentle. A counterpoint to the way he is rather crudely using Essek's lovely body. But if Essek didn't like it, Verin would know in an instant, one way or another. The fact that his brother is trying to stay silent, that his face is burning with embarrassment and need, is rather endearing. Verin knows Essek's practiced modesty, knows that he uses it as both armor and weapon. How his brother has honed every part of his presentation to ensure that other people know what he wants them to know.
But Verin has always been able to slip through the cracks.
"It will have to wait then, until I am certain," he murmurs as his fingers leave Essek entirely. He presses his hand to the bed again so that he can fully cover his brother's smaller body and he fucks him harder, faster, and knowing that relief will likely be just out of reach for Essek unless he touches himself. Or unless Verin does.
With that thought in mind, Verin finally releases Essek's smalls in favor of pinning one of the wizard's elegant hands to the bed. He leans low to nuzzle his brother's pale hair and breathes a heavy sigh; even without the smalls twisted to hold Essek's legs together, his brother would be hard-pressed to get out of this position without arcane interference now that Verin is bodily pinning him. His pace slows until he's grinding against the backs of Essek's thighs.
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Despite the exertion of fucking Essek's thighs, Verin manages to keep his voice smooth and rather gentle. A counterpoint to the way he is rather crudely using Essek's lovely body. But if Essek didn't like it, Verin would know in an instant, one way or another. The fact that his brother is trying to stay silent, that his face is burning with embarrassment and need, is rather endearing. Verin knows Essek's practiced modesty, knows that he uses it as both armor and weapon. How his brother has honed every part of his presentation to ensure that other people know what he wants them to know.
But Verin has always been able to slip through the cracks.
"It will have to wait then, until I am certain," he murmurs as his fingers leave Essek entirely. He presses his hand to the bed again so that he can fully cover his brother's smaller body and he fucks him harder, faster, and knowing that relief will likely be just out of reach for Essek unless he touches himself. Or unless Verin does.
With that thought in mind, Verin finally releases Essek's smalls in favor of pinning one of the wizard's elegant hands to the bed. He leans low to nuzzle his brother's pale hair and breathes a heavy sigh; even without the smalls twisted to hold Essek's legs together, his brother would be hard-pressed to get out of this position without arcane interference now that Verin is bodily pinning him. His pace slows until he's grinding against the backs of Essek's thighs.