[It's such a wonder they've never done this before when they were both born out of the same mold, created broken and with hearts that never knew how to mend themselves because of the darkness that churned around their souls and soiled everyone else that got near them. Was this why they fought so very often, because they knew there was more between them and if they got too close...
Whatever it was, it was gone now and they'd taken a razor to that line between them, eating it up with the heat that burned like the fire Michael could create between their bodies.
No one had ever taken their tongue to Max's tattoo before, none of his tattoo's even and he could feel his cock ache as he watched his brother trace it with such reverence. It was one of the more erotic things he'd seen in his life. Taking his hands, Max traces the hard won muscles of Michael's body, born of hard work in the sun and heat, they take Max's breath away.
What is it about seeing Michael without his shirt on now that makes Max sit up and take true notice of the body that had been in front of him all this time. Michael's stomach is carved, and all Max wants to do is take his tongue to it, but he's sitting at the worst angle for it, so he drags his nails over the ridges of it, back and forth, dragging furrows into and along the pack of abs.] You're so beautiful.
[Then Michael takes him back and he's grinding their bodies together, pressing his ass down against Michael's cock, rubbing his own dick against his brother's stomach, while his neck is suckled at. He turns and licks across Michael's shoulder, biting at it seconds later, marking him painfully in pleasure. Then he does it again along his collarbone, and a little lower on his chest. Each and every time, Max takes a little blood, a little skin, and offers a little of his own soul in exchange. He's making Michael his physically, but offering himself in return.
Sliding down the couch to settle between Michael's legs, he begins to undo Michael's pants, but before he pulls them away, he presses his lips to the other male's cock while it's still clothed, breathing heat from his mouth against the fabric, scraping teeth against it, since he knows that it will only be pressure and not like a bite at all when it's against jeans. Sitting up a little higher, he swirls his tongue over the skin on Michael's stomach, and brings it deep in his mouth, sucking desperately so that he can taste Michael's blood again before he marks him with teeth and bruise. Once more making his brother his own.]
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Whatever it was, it was gone now and they'd taken a razor to that line between them, eating it up with the heat that burned like the fire Michael could create between their bodies.
No one had ever taken their tongue to Max's tattoo before, none of his tattoo's even and he could feel his cock ache as he watched his brother trace it with such reverence. It was one of the more erotic things he'd seen in his life. Taking his hands, Max traces the hard won muscles of Michael's body, born of hard work in the sun and heat, they take Max's breath away.
What is it about seeing Michael without his shirt on now that makes Max sit up and take true notice of the body that had been in front of him all this time. Michael's stomach is carved, and all Max wants to do is take his tongue to it, but he's sitting at the worst angle for it, so he drags his nails over the ridges of it, back and forth, dragging furrows into and along the pack of abs.] You're so beautiful.
[Then Michael takes him back and he's grinding their bodies together, pressing his ass down against Michael's cock, rubbing his own dick against his brother's stomach, while his neck is suckled at. He turns and licks across Michael's shoulder, biting at it seconds later, marking him painfully in pleasure. Then he does it again along his collarbone, and a little lower on his chest. Each and every time, Max takes a little blood, a little skin, and offers a little of his own soul in exchange. He's making Michael his physically, but offering himself in return.
Sliding down the couch to settle between Michael's legs, he begins to undo Michael's pants, but before he pulls them away, he presses his lips to the other male's cock while it's still clothed, breathing heat from his mouth against the fabric, scraping teeth against it, since he knows that it will only be pressure and not like a bite at all when it's against jeans. Sitting up a little higher, he swirls his tongue over the skin on Michael's stomach, and brings it deep in his mouth, sucking desperately so that he can taste Michael's blood again before he marks him with teeth and bruise. Once more making his brother his own.]
Mine. So fucking mine.