Essek's gaze sharpens at that choked-back sound. Oh, he can do better than that. As he has so many times, Verin is going to need his help to stay quiet tonight.
"I know, my love," he soothes. Even the cutting edge of his resolve to strip Verin of whatever self-control he's learned in their time apart doesn't conflict with the genuine affection he shows to his brother, and his brother alone. "We belong only to each other."
At last Essek bends down to kiss him, using his hold on Verin's jaw to tilt his chin up. It feels like he has been waiting to do this all night. The kiss is gentle, but it feels no less like staking a claim. Though Verin has been his for a long time, Essek never tires of being reminded.
"You were impressive tonight," he murmurs, pulling back just far enough from Verin's lips. "You must know how proud of you I am."
Another kiss, and then Essek straightens, shrugs the peignoir from his shoulders. He knows how he looks; that is something for Verin (and only Verin) to enjoy, too. He undoes the ties on each hip keeping his brother's pants in place, and expertly eases them down and off once they are loose. As he suspected, Verin is wearing nothing beneath. The sight of his thick, strong thighs and his cock jutting up dark and hard between makes saliva pool in his mouth.
"Relax now, dearest. You have earned it," he promises, openly doting and subtly commanding. His hand moves to Verin's cock again, perfectly hot and steel-stiff and velvety against his palm. "Let me take care of you."
From his place kneeling by Verin's hip, Essek bends over his lap, briefly readjusts to scoot back an inch or two further, and then touches his painted lips to the tip of his cock. With his hand supporting the base and pointing the head up toward his mouth, his tongue swirls around the crown before his lips roll down over the head with a delicate suck. There is a flush high in Essek's cheeks; his eyes flutter closed and open again. His other hand rests on Verin's toned stomach, partly to discourage any sudden movement, but more to feel the satisfying flex of his abdominals when Verin tries not to move.
Verin tips his head up for the kiss, welcoming it as the first and the only one he's wanted all night. All day. He can't resist the urge to reach up, to gently touch Essek's cheek as they part again. He knows Essek is proud and that means more to him that so much of the other praise he's received today.
Essek slips out of his peignoir, allowing Verin to fully see what he's worn beneath all his layers. Verin knows that his brother dresses for himself, but he likes to believe that his brother chose these lacy underthings with the thought that Verin might see them. He wonders if Essek has worn them all day or if he changed upon returning to his rooms, anticipating an early-morning visitor. He tries to relax when Essek tells him to, but it's difficult when his brother's elegant hand finally curls around his bare cock. Light, he has missed that touch, perfect and soft and deft.
Verin is aching hard, and it's not the first time he's found himself in this state in his brother's bed; it wouldn't have been the first time that he arrived in this state, wanting badly to seek satisfaction and pleasure with Essek. It was never a matter of Essek having more experience, but that Verin adores him and trusts him. Perhaps also that Essek could explore with his own assured control - his little brother would never hurt him or disobey. Not much has changed.
Unthinking, he lifts a hand to his mouth, covering it to hold back a heavy moan as the wet heat of Essek's mouth takes the leaking head of his cock. His stomach and thighs tense to resist the sharp urge to thrust up. Verin remembers nights spent learning to hold back, to ensure Essek could move at his own pace as they explored each other.
A higher sound escapes him, a whine in the very back of his throat when Essek sucks just the head, his other hand resting over taut muscles, a reminder of his older brother's control. All it takes is a touch, a word. Still, Verin feels his cock throb with the building excitement, with the pleasure of finally feeling Essek's mouth. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, and he doesn't miss the blush coloring Essek's face. It is some relief to know that his brother is just as affected.
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"I know, my love," he soothes. Even the cutting edge of his resolve to strip Verin of whatever self-control he's learned in their time apart doesn't conflict with the genuine affection he shows to his brother, and his brother alone. "We belong only to each other."
At last Essek bends down to kiss him, using his hold on Verin's jaw to tilt his chin up. It feels like he has been waiting to do this all night. The kiss is gentle, but it feels no less like staking a claim. Though Verin has been his for a long time, Essek never tires of being reminded.
"You were impressive tonight," he murmurs, pulling back just far enough from Verin's lips. "You must know how proud of you I am."
Another kiss, and then Essek straightens, shrugs the peignoir from his shoulders. He knows how he looks; that is something for Verin (and only Verin) to enjoy, too. He undoes the ties on each hip keeping his brother's pants in place, and expertly eases them down and off once they are loose. As he suspected, Verin is wearing nothing beneath. The sight of his thick, strong thighs and his cock jutting up dark and hard between makes saliva pool in his mouth.
"Relax now, dearest. You have earned it," he promises, openly doting and subtly commanding. His hand moves to Verin's cock again, perfectly hot and steel-stiff and velvety against his palm. "Let me take care of you."
From his place kneeling by Verin's hip, Essek bends over his lap, briefly readjusts to scoot back an inch or two further, and then touches his painted lips to the tip of his cock. With his hand supporting the base and pointing the head up toward his mouth, his tongue swirls around the crown before his lips roll down over the head with a delicate suck. There is a flush high in Essek's cheeks; his eyes flutter closed and open again. His other hand rests on Verin's toned stomach, partly to discourage any sudden movement, but more to feel the satisfying flex of his abdominals when Verin tries not to move.
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Essek slips out of his peignoir, allowing Verin to fully see what he's worn beneath all his layers. Verin knows that his brother dresses for himself, but he likes to believe that his brother chose these lacy underthings with the thought that Verin might see them. He wonders if Essek has worn them all day or if he changed upon returning to his rooms, anticipating an early-morning visitor. He tries to relax when Essek tells him to, but it's difficult when his brother's elegant hand finally curls around his bare cock. Light, he has missed that touch, perfect and soft and deft.
Verin is aching hard, and it's not the first time he's found himself in this state in his brother's bed; it wouldn't have been the first time that he arrived in this state, wanting badly to seek satisfaction and pleasure with Essek. It was never a matter of Essek having more experience, but that Verin adores him and trusts him. Perhaps also that Essek could explore with his own assured control - his little brother would never hurt him or disobey. Not much has changed.
Unthinking, he lifts a hand to his mouth, covering it to hold back a heavy moan as the wet heat of Essek's mouth takes the leaking head of his cock. His stomach and thighs tense to resist the sharp urge to thrust up. Verin remembers nights spent learning to hold back, to ensure Essek could move at his own pace as they explored each other.
A higher sound escapes him, a whine in the very back of his throat when Essek sucks just the head, his other hand resting over taut muscles, a reminder of his older brother's control. All it takes is a touch, a word. Still, Verin feels his cock throb with the building excitement, with the pleasure of finally feeling Essek's mouth. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, and he doesn't miss the blush coloring Essek's face. It is some relief to know that his brother is just as affected.