Date: 2025-12-25 06:58 am (UTC)
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Even for two people in the Veil, they must be loud: the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall, the creak of their thin mattress beneath them, the unmistakable sound of two bodies trying desperately to shove themselves together. And that's without mentioning their collective voices, rising and falling with each shift and grind.

Clive cares as little about the row as Joshua does about their sins. His body is a bonfire, his blood is an inferno, and all he can think about is claiming his brother, having him just as thoroughly as he belongs to Joshua. Heat and aether crowd around them, scarlet-orange, and how funny that Clive thinks he could prime; he isn't a Dominant, after all.

(That's a truth he'll have to face later.)

He can feel his knot half-forming, just a swell along his base that he drags in and out of Joshua with each thrust.

"That's right, Joshua. Take your fill of me- I'm yours." Clive angles, finds a sweet spot, and drives into it, fully intending to see if he can make Joshua come again, this time on his cock. "Founder, I'm going to make you so full. Mine, mine."

A husky moan, and Clive buries his face in Joshua's neck, teeth scouring so close to that unbroken patch of skin that would bond them forever when bitten.
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