As soon as the words escape Essek's lips, Verin moves to obey. He could never deny him, not truly. He slips his fingers free and withdraws from Essek's thighs. Verin leaves his brother as he is, laying on his side with his legs pressed together, panting and needy. His cock is thoroughly coated in oil by now, he doesn't seek more. Instead, Verin guides it to Essek's hole and he leans low over his brother as he pushes past the soft rim. In this he is slow: even if Essek says he is ready, even if he certainly feels that way, Verin will not hurt him.

It's a careful but smooth thrust, drawn out with his caution until their bodies fully meet. Feeling Essek yield to him as he yields to no other will never stop being a heady experience. Verin cannot hold back a moan as Essek takes him, hot and perfect and tight around him. He whispers endearments and squeezes the hand's pinned to the bed.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice heavy and far less controlled. "Are you alright?" His hand smooths over Essek's hip and the small of his back