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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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.