| Shaun |
20-12-2012 09:32 PM |
Lying perfectly still, Dylan took in how Cole’s body changed from soft to rock hard. Not as fast as his own, but steadily. Determinedly. And every second of it felt like an amazing eternity, yet like far too short at the same time.
Once they were both perfectly aligned, tight, Dylan gasped and wrapped his arms around Cole as well, with a force that he couldn’t have stopped, even if he’d wanted to. His hands stroked over Cole’s back, shoulders, up to his hair and back down along his spine, needing to hold and feel and caress.
Cole lifted his head, only a couple inches, just so he could raise his eyes to look into his brother’s for the first time that night. Dylan had never seen them so wide and deep with emotion. One of his hands came up and gently stroked over the soft hair at the nape of his brother’s neck. And Cole leaned in to the touch. For the first time in Dylan’s life ever. Making his heart feel like exploding into a million little butterflies.
When Cole leaned down again, Dylan’s vision went blurry. Something touched his lips, soft and warm and moist. Cole’s lips. Kissing him. Tender and deliciously sweet. Dylan opened his mouth more than willingly as soon as the tip of Cole’s tongue demanded entrance. His brother could have all of him. Forever.
Whenever Dylan had fantasized about this, he’d imagined them loud. Moaning and grunting. But what really happened was the exact opposite. He could hear Cole’s breathing mingled with his own, the soft smacks of their lips, the rustling of the bed sheets. Those were all the sounds they made. Soft and tender, as if, somehow deep down, they’d always known this would happen. Too busy treasuring every moment of it, than to spend their time creating pointless noise.
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