Whether from that simple but telling confirmation or Verin's mouth on his neck or the way Verin holds him possessively close while he ruts against him, a delighted shiver sweeps through Essek's body like lightning along his nerves, settling hot low in his belly and between his legs.
He likes that Verin wants to keep him for himself. He likes that Verin is willing to deter others, even his own cohort, his friends and fellow soldiers, with force if necessary. He loves this reminder of his importance and prevalence in his brother's life; there is no one else who could be what they are to each other. The idea that Essek could so easily welcome any other man into his confidence this way--that he would even want to--is laughable.
"Verin," he murmurs, adoring and pleased and a little--perhaps a little cruelly, given the seeming sincerity of his confession--amused. "Verin--let me go. Look at me." Essek clearly expects these commands to be followed quickly, and they are. He loves being held against Verin this way, but he would also like to make a point--and hopefully regain his composure in the process.
Essek slips out of his brother's arms and sits up, flicking the sheets aside as he does so. His peignoir hangs open at the front, revealing dark skin and darker lace. For all his strength, it takes little more than a hand on his shoulder to coax Verin onto his back. Now Essek leans over him, cradling the handsome face he loves more than any other in a graceful hand, palm cupping his jaw and fingers curled beneath it. As it so often is with Verin, his touch is affectionate but firm.
"Does that really worry you, dear one?" As he speaks, his other hand strokes its way tenderly--and appreciatively--down the center of Verin's chest, following the opening of his robe until he meets the tie holding it closed. Slim, dexterous fingers loosen the knot, then unravel it with two sharp, decisive tugs. Essek's eyes don't leave Verin's for a moment. "You know me better than that. I like to tease you..."
With the robe open, Essek's hand effortlessly sweeps down further, where this time he can be the one to squeeze the hard shape of Verin's cock.
"...but I have no inclination to indulge any other man's desire for me as I do yours. I take care of you this way because I love you." Sweetly slow, his cupped hand strokes Verin's erection through the soft linen of his pants. Essek is hard himself, though more confined by the lace of his smalls. "Because you are my sweet younger brother, and it pleases me to give you everything you want. Which includes me, doesn't it?"
It always has. If Essek has his way, it always will.
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He likes that Verin wants to keep him for himself. He likes that Verin is willing to deter others, even his own cohort, his friends and fellow soldiers, with force if necessary. He loves this reminder of his importance and prevalence in his brother's life; there is no one else who could be what they are to each other. The idea that Essek could so easily welcome any other man into his confidence this way--that he would even want to--is laughable.
"Verin," he murmurs, adoring and pleased and a little--perhaps a little cruelly, given the seeming sincerity of his confession--amused. "Verin--let me go. Look at me." Essek clearly expects these commands to be followed quickly, and they are. He loves being held against Verin this way, but he would also like to make a point--and hopefully regain his composure in the process.
Essek slips out of his brother's arms and sits up, flicking the sheets aside as he does so. His peignoir hangs open at the front, revealing dark skin and darker lace. For all his strength, it takes little more than a hand on his shoulder to coax Verin onto his back. Now Essek leans over him, cradling the handsome face he loves more than any other in a graceful hand, palm cupping his jaw and fingers curled beneath it. As it so often is with Verin, his touch is affectionate but firm.
"Does that really worry you, dear one?" As he speaks, his other hand strokes its way tenderly--and appreciatively--down the center of Verin's chest, following the opening of his robe until he meets the tie holding it closed. Slim, dexterous fingers loosen the knot, then unravel it with two sharp, decisive tugs. Essek's eyes don't leave Verin's for a moment. "You know me better than that. I like to tease you..."
With the robe open, Essek's hand effortlessly sweeps down further, where this time he can be the one to squeeze the hard shape of Verin's cock.
"...but I have no inclination to indulge any other man's desire for me as I do yours. I take care of you this way because I love you." Sweetly slow, his cupped hand strokes Verin's erection through the soft linen of his pants. Essek is hard himself, though more confined by the lace of his smalls. "Because you are my sweet younger brother, and it pleases me to give you everything you want. Which includes me, doesn't it?"
It always has. If Essek has his way, it always will.