Admittedly, Essek is a little surprised to be rewarded so quickly, but he certainly isn't complaining. At least he doesn't have to confess to the rest of it if Verin is pleased enough by that answer. The breathy gasp he gives as Verin's fingers press so easily into him is startled but satisfied. To stifle any more embarrassing sounds as Verin begins to fuck him with those fingers, he lifts his single free hand to his mouth to bite down lightly on his index finger. That doesn't stop him from sighing as Verin's lips touch his cheek.

Light, it feels so good. Even the cock he'd used yesterday, a truly outsized thing that had taken some time to fit inside him, can't compare to the simple pleasure of Verin's touch within his body after all this time. When Essek is alone, his moods are fickle. But with his brother, he wants. He could do this every day. At one point in their lives, they did do it nearly every day. But it has been a long time since then.

"I would not have to satisfy myself," he whispers tightly, "if you visited your older brother more often. But I manage."

Flexing his thighs, he gives Verin's cock a deliberate squeeze, a tighter place to fuck into between the smooth, oil-slicked skin of his legs. Sometimes part of him wishes he were capable of taking other lovers--or more accurately, of desiring other lovers. At times like this, he can't help feeling slightly pathetic, needing his brother in a way that Verin doesn't need him. If he didn't have Verin, he wouldn't do this at all.