When Essek doesn't answer, Verin's fingers slip away from where Essek wants them most with some contrived excuse. Essek whines his name into the pillow in protest. "Verin." Never mind his sweet nothings; his brother is an absolute brat. He is going to pay for it eventually, when Essek can manage to get his wits about him again. Whenever that might be.

Instead, Verin uses his larger body to press him down into the bed and fucks his thighs with a renewed focus, easily keeping Essek's legs in place even without holding onto his smalls. A strong, calloused hand covers his and pins that to the bed as well, which makes Essek lift his head from the pillow with a gasp. The assertion of power in that gesture is on another level entirely to a wizard. Yet Essek trusts his brother like no one else, and with him, allowing himself to be compromised this way is exciting rather than terrifying.

Eyes wide and wild and painted lips parted, panting, Essek again pushes back physically, writhing in place to the extent that he can as Verin draws to a slower grind against him. With a dawning understanding of how helplessly trapped he is, the way he moans verges on desperate.

"I used a toy," he whimpers at last as he turns his darkly blushing face away again. "A...rather sizable one."