Clive licks into his mouth, kissing him deep and desperate, and all Joshua can do is give into his brother's desire. He knows that Clive will regret this, that this will simply add another layer of guilt atop the so-called sins he knows his brother carries on his shoulders. What happened that night years ago was not Clive's fault, but the mantra that rings in his ears against the backdrop of the crackle of fire is true; he is Clive's brother and nothing would ever change that.
A whimper of a sob finally breaks free from his own throat as Joshua lets go, snaking his arms around Clive's neck to hold him close. It isn't as if he doesn't desire him, he does, but this is a terrible thing for them to indulge in when one of them is not sound of mind. Still, what is there to do beyond give Clive what he wants? He is a man who has been denied so much in his life...
"Ah, Clive...my brother...please..."
It is okay, he wants to say, to reassure, but no words are formed as a moan of his own desire takes their place instead.
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Date: 2025-12-14 03:51 am (UTC)A whimper of a sob finally breaks free from his own throat as Joshua lets go, snaking his arms around Clive's neck to hold him close. It isn't as if he doesn't desire him, he does, but this is a terrible thing for them to indulge in when one of them is not sound of mind. Still, what is there to do beyond give Clive what he wants? He is a man who has been denied so much in his life...
"Ah, Clive...my brother...please..."
It is okay, he wants to say, to reassure, but no words are formed as a moan of his own desire takes their place instead.