Joshua feels perfect. Nothing about being with him invokes pain or discomfort or humiliation; the feeling of their sweat-slick skin pressed against each other doesn't make Clive want to retch. His brother smells good, feels good, sounds good, is good. Everything that's right with the world coalesces down to where they meet, and for a blissful moment, Clive is convinced that Joshua is the only thing in Valisthea's history that has ever been and will ever be good.
It's a delirious, lust-thick thought. He presses a hard kiss against Joshua's lips, trying to eat that affirmation out of his brother's mouth as he starts up a rhythm that's all instinct and no finesse. A feral desire to make friction, to feel every inch of Joshua, to fill him and breed him.
"Made for me," he pants. "And I've left you empty for long enough."
His poor brother. Hurt, abandoned, left alone. Who was caring for him? Who was seeing to him? It's unforgivable－ Clive will never forgive himself－ but he can try to make up for it now. Now until forever.
Hips slap against hips, as Clive reaches and hikes Joshua's hips up an inch, lifting him from the mattress to drive into him with more fervor. His brother smells like honey and warm linen and sunlight; Clive almost purrs at the scent of him, his cock swelling even more inside of Joshua's impossibly tight, wet heat.
"You feel so fucking good－ Flames, Joshua, just like that."
A hoarse sound of approval, when his brother squeezes around him. Clive reaches down to reward his perfect omega with a stroke to his lower abdomen, right below his navel. "So ready for me, omega."
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Date: 2025-12-25 06:02 am (UTC)It's a delirious, lust-thick thought. He presses a hard kiss against Joshua's lips, trying to eat that affirmation out of his brother's mouth as he starts up a rhythm that's all instinct and no finesse. A feral desire to make friction, to feel every inch of Joshua, to fill him and breed him.
"Made for me," he pants. "And I've left you empty for long enough."
His poor brother. Hurt, abandoned, left alone. Who was caring for him? Who was seeing to him? It's unforgivable－ Clive will never forgive himself－ but he can try to make up for it now. Now until forever.
Hips slap against hips, as Clive reaches and hikes Joshua's hips up an inch, lifting him from the mattress to drive into him with more fervor. His brother smells like honey and warm linen and sunlight; Clive almost purrs at the scent of him, his cock swelling even more inside of Joshua's impossibly tight, wet heat.
"You feel so fucking good－ Flames, Joshua, just like that."
A hoarse sound of approval, when his brother squeezes around him. Clive reaches down to reward his perfect omega with a stroke to his lower abdomen, right below his navel. "So ready for me, omega."