Even though he firmly believed that his brother had killed their mother he felt no ill will towards the other. It was like even thought he words were spoken he didn't fully understand what they meant. That the full impact wasn't really there. When he said that it was like saying that the sky is blue. Something that was known but wasn't really a big deal. At least that was how it felt to him. He loved his brother and nothing would change that. Even though the statement would give others the wrong idea Izaak didn't see it as his brother having done anything wrong at all. No, Sascha could never do any wrong in the young man's eyes. How could Sascha ever do anything that was seriously wrong. Izaak just couldn't see it ever happening. But he just sort of had that blind faith in everyone.
Izaak relaxed easily into his brother's embrace. To him this was just something natural and normal. It was about an every day thing growing up in Germany. He didn't even think anything of opening up his legs in welcome of a further touch when he felt his brother's hand on his thigh. He had no idea that it was wrong. He assumed that all families showed their love and affection this way. He had no idea that normal siblings had no intimate knowledge of each other. No, to him this was something that all families did.
Izaak tilted his head the slightest of bit in order to be able to lick at the scarring at the other's throat. He was being gentle and tender, loving on a spot that has continued to cause his little brother a lot of grief. "Ich liebe dich Sascha." The words were spoken softly as a lick was aimed at the underside of the other male's chin. "Ich mag den Schwanz. Ich danke Ihnen für das Schwanz." He wanted to express his happiness for the cherished gift. He wanted to let his brother know that it meant a lot to him. It was one thing that he had gotten that he hadn't forgotten about a minute or so later. Not like he did with most of his possessions. "Ich trage den Schwanz die ganze Zeit." Which was mostly true. He rarely ever took the tail off.
Izaak started licking at the other coyote's throat again. He reached his fingers up to try to lightly play with his brother's hair. He was trying to get a feel for how his brother was feeling. After all their mother wasn't there to insist upon it happening. He wanted to see if it was on his brother's mind or if he was the only one feeling overly affectionate. He just wanted to show Sascha just how much that he had missed him since this was his first time seeing him after having left Germany. The young boy turned his head slowly to look up at his little brother with questioning eyes. What was on his mind wasn't being spoken but he knew that Sascha would understand, or at least hoped so. He wanted to know if Sascha had missed him too. And if so then how much and what was he going to do about it?
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