The warmer Joshua gets, the stronger his scent seems to become. Enticing Clive to press closer, to cover him with his body, to claim him as Clive's body wills him to. His hands draw away, and he's straddling Joshua on the bed before he can truly register what he's doing, knees splayed with his own erection straining at the front of his dust-streaked trousers, peeling his bloodstained linen undershirt off in one fluid motion; the tanned skin and muscle under that layer is a map of scars and bruises, both old and fresh, and Clive lowers himself down before Joshua can be put off by the sight.
It's a relief, to press skin to skin. The fire within him attunes to the fire that Joshua radiates, and Clive breathes a soft moan of his own as aether flares wherever their bodies touch.
"Only for you," he murmurs, and kisses the sentiment into Joshua's mouth. Sloppier this time, greedier. His touch snakes back down again, this time moving to do away with the last of Joshua's clothes, blindly tugging fabric down the sinful narrowness of Joshua's waist, past the soft, pale skin of Joshua's thighs.
Halfway done (and too impatient to finish the undressing), Clive hitches Joshua's hips up and tests his brother's willingness to let him trace along the heat of his entrance. Again, he isn't slick the way omegas would be when they're in heat (or, at least, that's what Clive has heard about omegas), but just the thought of being inside his beloved brother makes him see stars.
"Have you felt empty, Joshua?"
His sweet, perfect bird. Clive is almost out of his mind again, with how much he wants him. He pets between Joshua's legs again, rubbing the flat of his middle along his warmth.
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Date: 2025-12-22 05:19 am (UTC)It's a relief, to press skin to skin. The fire within him attunes to the fire that Joshua radiates, and Clive breathes a soft moan of his own as aether flares wherever their bodies touch.
"Only for you," he murmurs, and kisses the sentiment into Joshua's mouth. Sloppier this time, greedier. His touch snakes back down again, this time moving to do away with the last of Joshua's clothes, blindly tugging fabric down the sinful narrowness of Joshua's waist, past the soft, pale skin of Joshua's thighs.
Halfway done (and too impatient to finish the undressing), Clive hitches Joshua's hips up and tests his brother's willingness to let him trace along the heat of his entrance. Again, he isn't slick the way omegas would be when they're in heat (or, at least, that's what Clive has heard about omegas), but just the thought of being inside his beloved brother makes him see stars.
"Have you felt empty, Joshua?"
His sweet, perfect bird. Clive is almost out of his mind again, with how much he wants him. He pets between Joshua's legs again, rubbing the flat of his middle along his warmth.
"Have you ever touched yourself here?"