teeth meet lower lip, eyes LOWERED ; this is DEFEAT in the only way he knows it, willingly & with his whole self ––– but there is nothing broken about the way his hands wrap around the SHOULDERS that mirror his own, nothing conquered in the way he pulls that body CLOSER. chin tilts upwards, taunting, BREATH the only space between them. 

             ‘ ––––––– arcann. ‘ 

           arms drop lower, & he knows he’s embracing a TEMPEST under that skin, a STORM of lighting & words unspoken ; power, fury, loyalty & love, his BROTHER, his other half ––– he wouldn’t have it either way. he’s never felt more SAFE than in this moment, never more voltaic than when he’s an inch from those lips.  & so he closes the DISTANCE, draw in like a magnet ; fleetingly overeager to press himself against the other’s mouth.            

     ‘ you know i can't TEASE. ‘ 

             ( & yet the playful BITE that follows says otherwise. )