In a haze of heat and need, Verin moves. For all that he is bigger than Essek, he is still fast, having honed his dexterity along with all of his other martial skills. That shows itself now in the quick but firm way he uses his grip on Essek's thigh to roll his brother onto his side, deftly avoiding being kicked in the process. Verin grabs the hip of his brother's smalls and twists, effectively forcing Essek's legs together and trapping them that way. It's likely that he's also ruining the garment in the process, but he will replace it if he needs to.
"I have missed you," he whispers, knowing that it has already been said and repeating it anyway. He will say it until he no longer feels it. He kisses Essek again as he rubs the wet head of his cock against the backs of his brother's thighs. He knows where the oil is and it wouldn't be difficult to reach for it now, but he doesn't want to spare a hand to do it.
"At night I would think of you here in your soft bed and wonder if you thought of me." His voice is heavy but still soft, and it would be tender if not for the way that Verin is rutting against the soft curve of his brother's ass. He doesn't begrudge Essek the comfort of Rosohna, especially when he knows that it has not always been comfortable for his brother here. Even if Essek's rise was meteoric, Verin knows better than to think it was easy.
Essek is hardly concerned about ruined smalls. It barely even occurs to him beyond the brief flash of humiliation at being trapped like this that Essek would never admit to finding arousing, though he clearly does if he's permitting it. Now on his side with his thighs forced tight together, his pulse is pounding so hard he can hear the thrum of blood in his ears.
Grasping the sheets, he makes a weak noise against Verin's mouth as he feels his hard cock leaving a wet trail of precome against the backs of his thighs. His blush deepens, if that is possible. Light, when his brother gets into these moods, all his years of intimate experience with Verin seem to evaporate at once, leaving Essek flustered, embarrassingly eager, but utterly devoid of his usual easy authority. He's utterly wrong-footed--but at least he is with the only person who could possibly make him enjoy that.
His brother grinds against him, and Essek's brow knits up as he bites his lower lip, a sharp eyetooth catching and holding. He swallows hard, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond. Overheated as he is, words are suddenly as ephemeral as steam. His own erection is nestled nicely against his legs, and if he just shifted his hips a little, he's sure he could generate some friction for himself. But he doesn't know if he wants to appear quite so desperate as that just yet, even if he's quickly beginning to feel that way.
He thinks Verin is probably going to fuck his thighs anyway, which he'd half expected since he chose this particular robe. He's always had a thing for his legs.
"Constantly," he admits finally, dangling that tantalizing morsel of an image in front of his brother with the few words he can currently muster. "I've missed you too."
"Get us oil, my dearest one," he murmurs against Essek's ear. Whether by cantrip or more conventional means, they're going to need it.
Verin keeps his brother's smalls twisted around his hand, apparently intent on keeping him like this for a little while at least. Heat suffuses him and Verin sighs, nuzzling into Essek's soft hair. He doesn't mean to be rough, but he wouldn't let it escape like this if he had even an inkling that Essek didn't like it. No, he's very certain that his brother's gasping and writhing beneath him is because Verin has surprised him. It doesn't happen often. He hopes Essek will forgive him for taking advantage since it has.
He shifts his weight back onto his knees so that he has another hand free. He's more gentle as he pulls Essek's robe out of the way - not off, but down to expose a slender shoulder. He leans down to kiss it, far more reverent than the way he's indulging himself with rutting against Essek's thighs. Verin hadn't known what he was going to do until he did it, but being intuitive serves him well.
"Whoever might have warmed my bed in Bazzoxan, I could never love them as I love you."
Maybe it's cruel to mention them, to risk making Essek jealous. Verin's breath catches quietly and he focuses on the way his body feels rather than the fleeting thought of past lovers, some of whom may no longer be alive. Essek is warm and vibrant and living and here beneath him, whispering that he has missed Verin. What else could possibly matter in this moment?
When reminded, Essek gets the oil, feeling a little silly that it had slipped his mind in the first place. A flick of his fingers and a tug at gravity opens the correct drawer in the nearby night table, and the bottle floats through the air with his direction, the amount inside tellingly half used.
It is good that such a simple task requires little concentration, because Verin lavishes him with attention that makes Essek gasp and sigh, nuzzling close and slipping his robe from his shoulder to kiss sensually along the revealed skin. Both are in direct contrast to the rough, crude way he's handling him, pinning him in place and rutting against his thighs. But Light, Essek is enjoying every bit of this--even including the immediate flare of jealousy, which serves to enhance everything else he's feeling.
Essek prefers not to hear about his brother's other lovers. He knows that they exist, and that is all he cares to know. He is a selfish creature by nature, and he would keep his brother to himself if he could. But he would hate to forbid Verin from anything that makes him happy, especially in Bazzoxan. And he is vindicated in knowing at least that what Verin says now is true--he's never loved any of them as he loves Essek.
Still, he snarls, "Do not talk about them in my bed." Verin likes it when he bares his teeth, when he gets jealous and possessive and bossy. He must. Why else would he bring it up as frequently as he does?
The crystal bottle nudges Verin's arm somewhat impatiently where it hovers in the air. He can get to using it now, however he intends to. Essek is into this assertiveness--this play at dominance, even. In the strict context of Verin's desire, he likes that he's been overpowered.
"Forgive me," he murmurs, sweet and soothing. He shouldn't enjoy the way Essek bares his teeth so much, but it feels good to be reminded that he has not be forgotten here. The half-empty bottle of oil is just as telling.
Verin is tempted to tell Essek to use the oil on himself. He has his lithe brother pinned down with his smalls holding his legs closed, the least Verin can do is this. He trusts the bottle to stay where it is as he opens it with his free hand and tips it enough to spill a generous amount into his palm. He leans over Essek again, kissing and then gently biting his shoulder. The pressure is light, only to give him the sensation rather than pain.
His slick hand slips inelegantly between Essek's thighs, spreading oil there generously. Impatient, Verin's cock soon follows. He pushes into the tight space there with a heavy exhale, the relief of the warmth not as good as being buried inside Essek, but he'll get there.
"You have been using this often, I see. How long has it been?" A crude thing to ask, maybe, but the reason should be clear enough as Verin's oiled fingertips slide between Essek's cheeks to rub gently over his hole. Light, he has missed every inch of his brother, and Verin intends to make that clear. "How long since you last filled yourself and thought of me, dearest heart?"
Verin reaches over and tips the vial of oil over his hand, spreads it between Essek's closed thighs as his teeth scrape over his bare shoulder, and slides himself between. He braces Essek's legs with his wound-up smalls, keeping them closed, and begins to fuck him like that--hips meeting flush against the backs of Essek's thighs, his ass, slapping obscenely, and cock nudging over and past Essek's balls. Essek can't stop himself from whimpering. It's so, so good like this. He luxuriates in it. Stretches languidly against the pillows and angles his hips in a way that will have the tip of his cock dragging against the sheets when Verin really starts thrusting. It feels positively divine.
But his brow furrows and he gasps his brother's name sharply, "Verin," as if in admonishment for asking him something so crass with so little shame. But it makes heat curl in Essek's gut, that insistence on knowing, that crude disregard for his proper modesty. He moans, the sound startled out of him, when he feels rough oiled fingers against his hole a moment later. His breath catches, and he squirms uselessly again, as if that will somehow get him out of answering this series of mortifying, delightfully invasive questions.
But his body will answer for him even if he cannot. Beneath Verin's fingers, his hole is tellingly pliant, clear evidence of recent self-pleasure. Verin already knows far more about his masturbation habits than anyone rightly should. It feels almost like a cycle sometimes. There will be weeks at a time where Essek's body feels awake, where he wants to touch himself constantly, where he indulges in long evenings with fantasies supplemented by toys and magic. Then for months his body is a stranger. The mere idea seems distasteful, a waste of time, and he barely spares it a thought.
As Verin correctly observes, the half-empty bottle indicates that recently, it's the former. He has been using it often.
"Only yesterday," he admits at last, barely above a whisper, face hot.
He did think about Verin yesterday. Frequently he does, but not always, which seems like a betrayal to admit, which is silly when Verin actually does sleep with other people. He's never thought about anyone else he actually knows, but sometimes the men are imagined, bodies with vague features for doing exactly what Essek desires. Sometimes they are not exactly men at all, but constructs of his magic, writhing tentacles or formless forces given more monstrous shape. But that doesn't count as having sex, does it? Even if it very much feels like having sex, it's merely elaborate masturbation. There is no one else involved.
"Is that so?" he murmurs, going still with their thighs nearly flush together. Feeling how pliant Essek is, Verin takes a calculated risk and slowly, gently breaches him two two well-oiled fingers. His cock throbs when he realizes that Essek can take them without much difficulty.
"My bright star, what were you doing then that you can take me so well now?"
Verin is vaguely aware that he may pay for all of this filthy impertinence later, but it is well worth it now to see Essek squirm and moan and blush beneath him. Light, it is worth everything. He doesn't go far with his penetration, just to the mid-joint of his fingers, before he withdraws them again to rub more oil over Essek's soft hole. He wants to bury himself in the heat of his brother's body, and he will when he hears how badly Essek wants it too.
Until then he starts to slowly fuck between his brother's thighs, ensuring that their bodies meet in a way that gives Essek pleasant friction but not nearly as much satisfaction as Verin has from the tight press of his legs. He could come from this alone, and he is tempted to, knowing how quickly they can both recover and go again.
Essek's head is spinning. Two of Verin's fingers press into him with obscene ease, but not too deep, dipping just far enough to test how well-stretched his hole is. He makes a soft, tight noise in his throat that he is too proud to call a whine, and feels his brother's cock throb between his thighs.
Verin is filthy and sweet in the same breath, calling him endearments like my bright star while he questions what he was doing to put his body in such a receptive state. Essek shuts his mouth and shakes his head in stubborn refusal at first, half hiding his face against a pillow. Because he knows exactly what he was doing and he knows that telling Verin will only encourage his frankly vulgar impudence. (Maybe that is what he wants.)
But he can't avoid answering forever. He knows his terrible, boorish brother will fuck it out of him sooner rather than later. He smothers his sounds of pleasure into the pillow as much as he can as Verin begins thrusting between his tightly clenched legs. The heavy heat of his hard cock feels hotter still with the slick friction between them, like a brand against the tender, sensitive skin along the inside of his thighs.
As incredible as this must feel for Verin, for Essek it's a drawn-out tease. It's so good, and there are jolts of more intense sensation when Verin's length rubs against his balls or his thrusts make enough of an impact to bounce the dripping tip of Essek's cock against the sheets or his own legs, but it will never get him off at this angle. And perhaps that is by design. His toes curl as his brother's fingers stroke over his loose hole with more oil. He craves fullness, but he isn't ready to admit just how much yet.
Despite the exertion of fucking Essek's thighs, Verin manages to keep his voice smooth and rather gentle. A counterpoint to the way he is rather crudely using Essek's lovely body. But if Essek didn't like it, Verin would know in an instant, one way or another. The fact that his brother is trying to stay silent, that his face is burning with embarrassment and need, is rather endearing. Verin knows Essek's practiced modesty, knows that he uses it as both armor and weapon. How his brother has honed every part of his presentation to ensure that other people know what he wants them to know.
But Verin has always been able to slip through the cracks.
"It will have to wait then, until I am certain," he murmurs as his fingers leave Essek entirely. He presses his hand to the bed again so that he can fully cover his brother's smaller body and he fucks him harder, faster, and knowing that relief will likely be just out of reach for Essek unless he touches himself. Or unless Verin does.
With that thought in mind, Verin finally releases Essek's smalls in favor of pinning one of the wizard's elegant hands to the bed. He leans low to nuzzle his brother's pale hair and breathes a heavy sigh; even without the smalls twisted to hold Essek's legs together, his brother would be hard-pressed to get out of this position without arcane interference now that Verin is bodily pinning him. His pace slows until he's grinding against the backs of Essek's thighs.
When Essek doesn't answer, Verin's fingers slip away from where Essek wants them most with some contrived excuse. Essek whines his name into the pillow in protest. "Verin." Never mind his sweet nothings; his brother is an absolute brat. He is going to pay for it eventually, when Essek can manage to get his wits about him again. Whenever that might be.
Instead, Verin uses his larger body to press him down into the bed and fucks his thighs with a renewed focus, easily keeping Essek's legs in place even without holding onto his smalls. A strong, calloused hand covers his and pins that to the bed as well, which makes Essek lift his head from the pillow with a gasp. The assertion of power in that gesture is on another level entirely to a wizard. Yet Essek trusts his brother like no one else, and with him, allowing himself to be compromised this way is exciting rather than terrifying.
Eyes wide and wild and painted lips parted, panting, Essek again pushes back physically, writhing in place to the extent that he can as Verin draws to a slower grind against him. With a dawning understanding of how helplessly trapped he is, the way he moans verges on desperate.
"I used a toy," he whimpers at last as he turns his darkly blushing face away again. "A...rather sizable one."
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.
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.
Verin's breath stutters as Essek flexes his thighs, but it is his words that hit him harder than he could have imagined. He should have been here more, but leaving Bazzoxan was not easy--until today. Even that was under duress, and it took several officers and at least one secretary to talk him out of going back. But it wasn't only them. One thought struck him to his core, and it was the one thing to make him turn back to Rosohna.
He shudders over his brother and he cannot grab his chin and kiss him the way he suddenly, urgently wants to; nor can he coax Essek's finger away from his mouth. He keeps his head down, reverent, and his hair falls over his shoulders to shroud them both. Verin curls his fingers carefully the next time he pushes them in, and it only takes him a few strokes to find the spot he's looking for. He knows he's hit it for sure when Essek's body tightens and trembles around him.
"Light, Essek--you already feel ready for me." That's a surprise, and Verin has to wonder how the Shadowhand was occupying himself yesterday. He gently bites Essek's earlobe, mindful of the jewelry. "Are you? You know your thighs alone would make me come."
And he is tempted to find his finish there, but he aches to be inside Essek. He wants to give his brother everything.
Essek's finger isn't enough to stifle his cry when Verin's fingers curl just so against that place inside him, flooding his body with sensation and leaving him quivering. His eyelids droop to half-mast, long white lashes fluttering. He needs more, he can't go any longer without it. He loves when Verin fucks his thighs, but Light--
Verin's teeth close around his earlobe, and he whimpers. On some level, he is aware of how shamelessly he's behaving. On another, he doesn't care at all. His hand drops from his mouth and he reaches up to tangle his fingers in his brother's long hair instead, curtained around them both.
"I am. I am ready for you," he insists breathlessly. "Fuck me, Verin, please. I need it, I need you."
It was all he wanted yesterday. Fantasies of being taken by both Verin and his echo at once had inspired him to work up to using the biggest toy in his modest collection, and he hadn't been disappointed by the experience. He is especially grateful for it now, if it means Verin can be inside him sooner the way he's craved for more than a year.
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
It's been too long. They haven't seen each other in more than a year, and the last time they were able to do this was months before that, even. Essek can hardly blame Verin for being eager. He is, too. As soon as he's given permission, Verin moves with the fluid grace Essek has long admired him for. He feels the blunt head of his well-oiled cock against his soft hole, and that first slow push in steals his breath.
Light, this is what he's been waiting for. Fullness, heat, the familiar shape of Verin inside him, stretching him open as no one else ever has. He is ready, he can take it. Hearing his brother moan as he buries himself in the tight channel of his body is gratifying in a way nothing else could possibly be. Essek meant it when he said he wants to hear him.
"No--yes," he gasps, head spinning. Quickly, he realizes how confusing that may sound, given Verin's question. "I mean--no, don't be sorry, and yes, I am fine. This is what I wanted." His hand slides through Verin's freshly washed hair in a shaky stroke. Essek looks up at him through his lashes, licks his smudged lips. "Remind me how it feels to be together, my love."
Verin can only nod and kiss Essek's smudged mouth. The way he holds his brother's hand changes, still pinning it down but now lacing their fingers together in a more intimate hold. It's easy to lose himself like that, working up to a steady pace as he fucks Essek in a bed they have not shared in too long. He has missed this intimacy that he shares with no other, even if he might share his bed in Bazzoxan. Essek has something from him that they never did, and never will.
When he whispers that he loves Essek it sounds like a devotional prayer, and the way his hand slides up Essek's back is just as reverent. And it serves as a counterweight to the way he fucks Essek. His brother still feels tight around him but Light, it's still easy to move like this. Verin tries to make sure the angle is right, but if he needs to use his hand too in order to make Essek fell as good as he does then he will.
Every thrust threatens to knock the air out of him. With his hair falling around them, Essek's fingers tangled in it, Verin's world becomes smaller and more focused. In this moment, there is nothing and no one outside of them. No grief, no pain, no longing. They are whole once more. Heat curls tightly low in his gut and Verin shivers. He's been using Essek's thighs to work himself up, but now he is determined to last as long as Essek needs him to. His brother has given him so much, and Verin will never truly deny him this.
"Tell me what you need," he whispers, breathless as he gives another firm thrust.
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"I have missed you," he whispers, knowing that it has already been said and repeating it anyway. He will say it until he no longer feels it. He kisses Essek again as he rubs the wet head of his cock against the backs of his brother's thighs. He knows where the oil is and it wouldn't be difficult to reach for it now, but he doesn't want to spare a hand to do it.
"At night I would think of you here in your soft bed and wonder if you thought of me." His voice is heavy but still soft, and it would be tender if not for the way that Verin is rutting against the soft curve of his brother's ass. He doesn't begrudge Essek the comfort of Rosohna, especially when he knows that it has not always been comfortable for his brother here. Even if Essek's rise was meteoric, Verin knows better than to think it was easy.
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Grasping the sheets, he makes a weak noise against Verin's mouth as he feels his hard cock leaving a wet trail of precome against the backs of his thighs. His blush deepens, if that is possible. Light, when his brother gets into these moods, all his years of intimate experience with Verin seem to evaporate at once, leaving Essek flustered, embarrassingly eager, but utterly devoid of his usual easy authority. He's utterly wrong-footed--but at least he is with the only person who could possibly make him enjoy that.
His brother grinds against him, and Essek's brow knits up as he bites his lower lip, a sharp eyetooth catching and holding. He swallows hard, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond. Overheated as he is, words are suddenly as ephemeral as steam. His own erection is nestled nicely against his legs, and if he just shifted his hips a little, he's sure he could generate some friction for himself. But he doesn't know if he wants to appear quite so desperate as that just yet, even if he's quickly beginning to feel that way.
He thinks Verin is probably going to fuck his thighs anyway, which he'd half expected since he chose this particular robe. He's always had a thing for his legs.
"Constantly," he admits finally, dangling that tantalizing morsel of an image in front of his brother with the few words he can currently muster. "I've missed you too."
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Verin keeps his brother's smalls twisted around his hand, apparently intent on keeping him like this for a little while at least. Heat suffuses him and Verin sighs, nuzzling into Essek's soft hair. He doesn't mean to be rough, but he wouldn't let it escape like this if he had even an inkling that Essek didn't like it. No, he's very certain that his brother's gasping and writhing beneath him is because Verin has surprised him. It doesn't happen often. He hopes Essek will forgive him for taking advantage since it has.
He shifts his weight back onto his knees so that he has another hand free. He's more gentle as he pulls Essek's robe out of the way - not off, but down to expose a slender shoulder. He leans down to kiss it, far more reverent than the way he's indulging himself with rutting against Essek's thighs. Verin hadn't known what he was going to do until he did it, but being intuitive serves him well.
"Whoever might have warmed my bed in Bazzoxan, I could never love them as I love you."
Maybe it's cruel to mention them, to risk making Essek jealous. Verin's breath catches quietly and he focuses on the way his body feels rather than the fleeting thought of past lovers, some of whom may no longer be alive. Essek is warm and vibrant and living and here beneath him, whispering that he has missed Verin. What else could possibly matter in this moment?
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It is good that such a simple task requires little concentration, because Verin lavishes him with attention that makes Essek gasp and sigh, nuzzling close and slipping his robe from his shoulder to kiss sensually along the revealed skin. Both are in direct contrast to the rough, crude way he's handling him, pinning him in place and rutting against his thighs. But Light, Essek is enjoying every bit of this--even including the immediate flare of jealousy, which serves to enhance everything else he's feeling.
Essek prefers not to hear about his brother's other lovers. He knows that they exist, and that is all he cares to know. He is a selfish creature by nature, and he would keep his brother to himself if he could. But he would hate to forbid Verin from anything that makes him happy, especially in Bazzoxan. And he is vindicated in knowing at least that what Verin says now is true--he's never loved any of them as he loves Essek.
Still, he snarls, "Do not talk about them in my bed." Verin likes it when he bares his teeth, when he gets jealous and possessive and bossy. He must. Why else would he bring it up as frequently as he does?
The crystal bottle nudges Verin's arm somewhat impatiently where it hovers in the air. He can get to using it now, however he intends to. Essek is into this assertiveness--this play at dominance, even. In the strict context of Verin's desire, he likes that he's been overpowered.
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Verin is tempted to tell Essek to use the oil on himself. He has his lithe brother pinned down with his smalls holding his legs closed, the least Verin can do is this. He trusts the bottle to stay where it is as he opens it with his free hand and tips it enough to spill a generous amount into his palm. He leans over Essek again, kissing and then gently biting his shoulder. The pressure is light, only to give him the sensation rather than pain.
His slick hand slips inelegantly between Essek's thighs, spreading oil there generously. Impatient, Verin's cock soon follows. He pushes into the tight space there with a heavy exhale, the relief of the warmth not as good as being buried inside Essek, but he'll get there.
"You have been using this often, I see. How long has it been?" A crude thing to ask, maybe, but the reason should be clear enough as Verin's oiled fingertips slide between Essek's cheeks to rub gently over his hole. Light, he has missed every inch of his brother, and Verin intends to make that clear. "How long since you last filled yourself and thought of me, dearest heart?"
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But his brow furrows and he gasps his brother's name sharply, "Verin," as if in admonishment for asking him something so crass with so little shame. But it makes heat curl in Essek's gut, that insistence on knowing, that crude disregard for his proper modesty. He moans, the sound startled out of him, when he feels rough oiled fingers against his hole a moment later. His breath catches, and he squirms uselessly again, as if that will somehow get him out of answering this series of mortifying, delightfully invasive questions.
But his body will answer for him even if he cannot. Beneath Verin's fingers, his hole is tellingly pliant, clear evidence of recent self-pleasure. Verin already knows far more about his masturbation habits than anyone rightly should. It feels almost like a cycle sometimes. There will be weeks at a time where Essek's body feels awake, where he wants to touch himself constantly, where he indulges in long evenings with fantasies supplemented by toys and magic. Then for months his body is a stranger. The mere idea seems distasteful, a waste of time, and he barely spares it a thought.
As Verin correctly observes, the half-empty bottle indicates that recently, it's the former. He has been using it often.
"Only yesterday," he admits at last, barely above a whisper, face hot.
He did think about Verin yesterday. Frequently he does, but not always, which seems like a betrayal to admit, which is silly when Verin actually does sleep with other people. He's never thought about anyone else he actually knows, but sometimes the men are imagined, bodies with vague features for doing exactly what Essek desires. Sometimes they are not exactly men at all, but constructs of his magic, writhing tentacles or formless forces given more monstrous shape. But that doesn't count as having sex, does it? Even if it very much feels like having sex, it's merely elaborate masturbation. There is no one else involved.
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"My bright star, what were you doing then that you can take me so well now?"
Verin is vaguely aware that he may pay for all of this filthy impertinence later, but it is well worth it now to see Essek squirm and moan and blush beneath him. Light, it is worth everything. He doesn't go far with his penetration, just to the mid-joint of his fingers, before he withdraws them again to rub more oil over Essek's soft hole. He wants to bury himself in the heat of his brother's body, and he will when he hears how badly Essek wants it too.
Until then he starts to slowly fuck between his brother's thighs, ensuring that their bodies meet in a way that gives Essek pleasant friction but not nearly as much satisfaction as Verin has from the tight press of his legs. He could come from this alone, and he is tempted to, knowing how quickly they can both recover and go again.
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Verin is filthy and sweet in the same breath, calling him endearments like my bright star while he questions what he was doing to put his body in such a receptive state. Essek shuts his mouth and shakes his head in stubborn refusal at first, half hiding his face against a pillow. Because he knows exactly what he was doing and he knows that telling Verin will only encourage his frankly vulgar impudence. (Maybe that is what he wants.)
But he can't avoid answering forever. He knows his terrible, boorish brother will fuck it out of him sooner rather than later. He smothers his sounds of pleasure into the pillow as much as he can as Verin begins thrusting between his tightly clenched legs. The heavy heat of his hard cock feels hotter still with the slick friction between them, like a brand against the tender, sensitive skin along the inside of his thighs.
As incredible as this must feel for Verin, for Essek it's a drawn-out tease. It's so good, and there are jolts of more intense sensation when Verin's length rubs against his balls or his thrusts make enough of an impact to bounce the dripping tip of Essek's cock against the sheets or his own legs, but it will never get him off at this angle. And perhaps that is by design. His toes curl as his brother's fingers stroke over his loose hole with more oil. He craves fullness, but he isn't ready to admit just how much yet.
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Despite the exertion of fucking Essek's thighs, Verin manages to keep his voice smooth and rather gentle. A counterpoint to the way he is rather crudely using Essek's lovely body. But if Essek didn't like it, Verin would know in an instant, one way or another. The fact that his brother is trying to stay silent, that his face is burning with embarrassment and need, is rather endearing. Verin knows Essek's practiced modesty, knows that he uses it as both armor and weapon. How his brother has honed every part of his presentation to ensure that other people know what he wants them to know.
But Verin has always been able to slip through the cracks.
"It will have to wait then, until I am certain," he murmurs as his fingers leave Essek entirely. He presses his hand to the bed again so that he can fully cover his brother's smaller body and he fucks him harder, faster, and knowing that relief will likely be just out of reach for Essek unless he touches himself. Or unless Verin does.
With that thought in mind, Verin finally releases Essek's smalls in favor of pinning one of the wizard's elegant hands to the bed. He leans low to nuzzle his brother's pale hair and breathes a heavy sigh; even without the smalls twisted to hold Essek's legs together, his brother would be hard-pressed to get out of this position without arcane interference now that Verin is bodily pinning him. His pace slows until he's grinding against the backs of Essek's thighs.
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Instead, Verin uses his larger body to press him down into the bed and fucks his thighs with a renewed focus, easily keeping Essek's legs in place even without holding onto his smalls. A strong, calloused hand covers his and pins that to the bed as well, which makes Essek lift his head from the pillow with a gasp. The assertion of power in that gesture is on another level entirely to a wizard. Yet Essek trusts his brother like no one else, and with him, allowing himself to be compromised this way is exciting rather than terrifying.
Eyes wide and wild and painted lips parted, panting, Essek again pushes back physically, writhing in place to the extent that he can as Verin draws to a slower grind against him. With a dawning understanding of how helplessly trapped he is, the way he moans verges on desperate.
"I used a toy," he whimpers at last as he turns his darkly blushing face away again. "A...rather sizable one."
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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."
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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.
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He shudders over his brother and he cannot grab his chin and kiss him the way he suddenly, urgently wants to; nor can he coax Essek's finger away from his mouth. He keeps his head down, reverent, and his hair falls over his shoulders to shroud them both. Verin curls his fingers carefully the next time he pushes them in, and it only takes him a few strokes to find the spot he's looking for. He knows he's hit it for sure when Essek's body tightens and trembles around him.
"Light, Essek--you already feel ready for me." That's a surprise, and Verin has to wonder how the Shadowhand was occupying himself yesterday. He gently bites Essek's earlobe, mindful of the jewelry. "Are you? You know your thighs alone would make me come."
And he is tempted to find his finish there, but he aches to be inside Essek. He wants to give his brother everything.
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Verin's teeth close around his earlobe, and he whimpers. On some level, he is aware of how shamelessly he's behaving. On another, he doesn't care at all. His hand drops from his mouth and he reaches up to tangle his fingers in his brother's long hair instead, curtained around them both.
"I am. I am ready for you," he insists breathlessly. "Fuck me, Verin, please. I need it, I need you."
It was all he wanted yesterday. Fantasies of being taken by both Verin and his echo at once had inspired him to work up to using the biggest toy in his modest collection, and he hadn't been disappointed by the experience. He is especially grateful for it now, if it means Verin can be inside him sooner the way he's craved for more than a year.
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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
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Light, this is what he's been waiting for. Fullness, heat, the familiar shape of Verin inside him, stretching him open as no one else ever has. He is ready, he can take it. Hearing his brother moan as he buries himself in the tight channel of his body is gratifying in a way nothing else could possibly be. Essek meant it when he said he wants to hear him.
"No--yes," he gasps, head spinning. Quickly, he realizes how confusing that may sound, given Verin's question. "I mean--no, don't be sorry, and yes, I am fine. This is what I wanted." His hand slides through Verin's freshly washed hair in a shaky stroke. Essek looks up at him through his lashes, licks his smudged lips. "Remind me how it feels to be together, my love."
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When he whispers that he loves Essek it sounds like a devotional prayer, and the way his hand slides up Essek's back is just as reverent. And it serves as a counterweight to the way he fucks Essek. His brother still feels tight around him but Light, it's still easy to move like this. Verin tries to make sure the angle is right, but if he needs to use his hand too in order to make Essek fell as good as he does then he will.
Every thrust threatens to knock the air out of him. With his hair falling around them, Essek's fingers tangled in it, Verin's world becomes smaller and more focused. In this moment, there is nothing and no one outside of them. No grief, no pain, no longing. They are whole once more. Heat curls tightly low in his gut and Verin shivers. He's been using Essek's thighs to work himself up, but now he is determined to last as long as Essek needs him to. His brother has given him so much, and Verin will never truly deny him this.
"Tell me what you need," he whispers, breathless as he gives another firm thrust.