Hands press tighter, fiercer, grip upon the other unrelenting in its intensity. It burns && brands, scalding the two of them as he refuses to let go, refuses to admit defeat in the face of someone so arrogant, even if it sends nerves alight with a flame only he beneath him dares to inspire. He knows that this face of upturned lips and hubristic taunts is meant to fuel what he has kept hidden for so long. And, in this, he gives way, a mirror smirk appearing for a mere second before lips shape a growl once more, a rush of having prey now captured && willing suffusing his skin, his bones.
He leans down, moving both shackled wrists to one hold, placing them above Thexan as he descends, a dark laugh leaving his lips as eyes dance,refusing to break blessed contact with the other.
He does not talk, does not dare utter a single breath as free hand now roams across sculpted skin, blessed muscle. Fingers take time to touch && memorise the many scars upon his mirror image, so different in their places yet the same in reason. They are warriors; brothers with a bond no force may break. It speaks to them through pain, through anger && heated words. It’s shared through glances, soft touches, and devouring lips. They are one being, one entity, yet separated in vessels that have been divided for too long. This is their joining, their ultimate && blessed reunion as twin souls reconnect, resonating within the horror they have seen and the dismay they have wielded.
They are weapons, yet they remain dulled within each other’s presence.
Lips trail downwards, marking each scar, each plane of smooth skin, with heat. He bites gently, reverently, as the fire is then fanned, his soul crying out as it tangles to the other’s. There is a throbbing between them, an ache he cannot ignore. It pulls him, consumes him, && he is a thrall to its command.
‘ It would serve as encouragement, yes. ‘
Body continues to move, mouth lowering until he is sure his love, his passion, has made itself known. Yet even then, he does not still. Lips press a final kiss upon hip, hands sliding to hold the very same place. Eyes now look up once more, threat dangling at his lips as words are growled, voice reminiscent to a man starved.
‘ But Iexpect you to keep to yourself. You will hold your hands to their place as is, and you will do nothing to stop what I have planned. Pretty words or not, this encouragement of yours will not end my hunger. ‘
And that is where he starts.
Hands grip tightly, bruises meant to be shown and be given. He doesn’t wait, lowering head until he can taste, teasing touches of lips && tongue as he listens, reveling in what he is freely giving.
And then he fully takes him into his mouth, humming as nails dig into the skin of the other’s hips. This is what he has burned && ached for. This connection, this badge of pride as he becomes not prince, not warrior, but lover.
He has wished for nothing more.
pressure builds, gunpowder heat relit at such COMMANDING desire, demanding &claiming ––– ( his TWIN, ever the conquerer. ) body blooming with bruise & FLUSH, he clenches SILENCE between his teeth, willing nothing past the confines of marked throat.
each touch of poisonous lips on salty skin leaves his breath SHUDDERING, trembling as if he bore the weight of the world ––– hands shake with effort, fighting the urge to TOUCH, bring him closer, drag his own marks across that skin. they are creatures of want here, avaricious & bestial, but he does not disobey. ( not while he can still THINK, not yet lost in sensation & friction &the force that is ARCANN. )
‘ good. ‘
kisses draw closer, &closer still, each inch lost hazing vision & logic. eyes open, catch on the SIGHT of him, & refuse to BLINK –– his brother is perfect like this ; bent towards a single point, HONED &hewn of rough emotion. he RELISHES each stinging brand, tooth & nail welcomed like medals, budding purple splotches to be worn with RAISED chin & shoulders held with regality.
it is not until he feels his brother’s mouth around him that pride is SHATTERED, voice resounding heady & wanton – unabashedly loud, he revels in space closed, finally, head thrown back in pleasure.
‘ ––––––– arcann. ‘
thighs shift, widening, body at the mercy of the one he TRUSTS most. need webs his veins, coursing through his body fast &RAVENOUS.
he is at the EDGE, & he wills it to last, sparse moments of raw feeling altogether too fleeting under devious tongue ; his brother knows his weak spots, & it rids him of all COHERENT thought.
( urgency grows in breathy moans, ‘ MORE ‘ plaintive &longing within the steadily rising pitch. )
