Verin cannot help his grin when Essek, breathless and the picture of desperation beneath him, finally admits to what he's been doing. The deep blush in his face is becoming, and Verin knows that he would feel a sharp jealousy if this was shared. He is Essek's, but deep and hidden he has always wanted Essek to be his, too. There was never a suitor good enough for him where Verin was concerned.

As a reward for speaking, Verin shifts his weight into the hand pinning Essek's to the bed, leaving the other free to sweep through the copious oil between his brother's thighs. Fingers slick once more, they trail up to rub over Essek's pliant hole, and with little more warning than that he buries two fingers in Essek with a single, gentle thrust. Even if Verin remembers how perfect Essek feels, it is nothing like feeling him like this.

"There," he murmurs, leaning low to press his lips to a burning cheek in a kiss that is far more tender than the way he's treated Essek since pulling down his smalls. "I am gratified to know you have not neglected yourself."

Even as he says it, Verin is aware of the cycles Essek goes through, months at a time of simply not thinking about physical desire or pleasure, far more interested or preoccupied in other things. But just as well he knows that his brother can be a vibrant, provocative, and fierce lover. Light, he has loved him for so long. Verin presses his brow to Essek's temple as he moves his hips again, slowly building up a pace as he uses his fingers to fuck his brother's ass while he fucks his thighs.

"I hate to think of you unsatisfied, Essek."