"Of course you are," Essek whispers, breathy. He'd only just managed not to gasp at the sensation of his brother's teeth scraping lightly along his ear, and now he is struggling not to make an even more undignified noise as Verin's hand covers his cock, rubbing at him through the lace in a way that won't take long to get him hard.
Maybe he should have scolded him for touching without asking a moment ago. He's set a dangerous precedent.
As Verin shifts up onto his arm, Essek turns away again. There's no need to look over his shoulder when Verin is looming over him now, and this way he can turn his face into his pillow when Verin squeezes his firming cock and at least partially muffle the whimper that finally manages to escape his throat. His hips buck forward into his brother's palm then cant back to meet the roll of Verin's, and he takes a sharper breath through his nose. Verin's cock feels bigger than he's used to like this, the shape blunt and heavy with the fabric between them. Light, he wants it.
"So you have been punishing your fellow trainees for asking about me?" Essek sounds amused and curious, but most of all smug. "Is it really my honor you are protecting, dalnar?" he teases. As he grinds back against him, Essek leads his brother's hand to the sash at his waist so that he can open his peignoir properly. He is the one in control here, he reminds himself, no matter how good Verin's hands on him feel. "Or are you worried you'll slip in here one night and find me giving some other weary knight my patience and care? Because you don't want to share?"
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Maybe he should have scolded him for touching without asking a moment ago. He's set a dangerous precedent.
As Verin shifts up onto his arm, Essek turns away again. There's no need to look over his shoulder when Verin is looming over him now, and this way he can turn his face into his pillow when Verin squeezes his firming cock and at least partially muffle the whimper that finally manages to escape his throat. His hips buck forward into his brother's palm then cant back to meet the roll of Verin's, and he takes a sharper breath through his nose. Verin's cock feels bigger than he's used to like this, the shape blunt and heavy with the fabric between them. Light, he wants it.
"So you have been punishing your fellow trainees for asking about me?" Essek sounds amused and curious, but most of all smug. "Is it really my honor you are protecting, dalnar?" he teases. As he grinds back against him, Essek leads his brother's hand to the sash at his waist so that he can open his peignoir properly. He is the one in control here, he reminds himself, no matter how good Verin's hands on him feel. "Or are you worried you'll slip in here one night and find me giving some other weary knight my patience and care? Because you don't want to share?"