His Omega. Founder, how those words are like an arrow right to his chest, igniting the slumbering need he had been trying to keep snuffed out. His attempts are in vain however, as he gives himself even further over to Clive, fingers digging into armor that covers his brother's shoulders. If only he could rid him of it...but no. He shouldn't. They shouldn't.
"Yours..." he breathes out, word airy and trembling. Fate had made it so they were opposites in this regard and was this the reason why, was it not? Clive was made for Joshua and vice versa. If there was one gift their parents had given them, it was each other. Another moan is drawn out of him, the wet of Clive's tongue stinging the wound he'd marked him with. Still, it's pleasant in a twisted way. Mayhaps that was simply something Joshua would have to deal with and accept. "Clive...do you really want this? Here? I will not rebuke you but I do not wish...I do not want you to regret it..."
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Date: 2025-12-14 04:33 am (UTC)"Yours..." he breathes out, word airy and trembling. Fate had made it so they were opposites in this regard and was this the reason why, was it not? Clive was made for Joshua and vice versa. If there was one gift their parents had given them, it was each other. Another moan is drawn out of him, the wet of Clive's tongue stinging the wound he'd marked him with. Still, it's pleasant in a twisted way. Mayhaps that was simply something Joshua would have to deal with and accept. "Clive...do you really want this? Here? I will not rebuke you but I do not wish...I do not want you to regret it..."