He was pretty sure he was doing it right. With all the times being with his mother, how was this different other than the fact his brother had the same thing as himself? He knew what he was doing felt good to his brother only because it would for himself. He loved Zak and he was willing to show it. Their bonding was totally different than most siblings but strong nonetheless. Even though Zak had taken his tail during one of his blackouts, their bond was still strong. He had no idea that his distance after such an event had caused pain to his brother. He still didn't. It was just; Izaak had startled him when that happened. It had nothing to do with him not loving him anymore. The fact that he came here looking for his father and his brother was enough evidence that he didn't hate him.
Sascha had learned how to send his message to him. He knew how to rid his brother of his worries; the questioning look was fading with each action. It was when he finally grasped his manhood that the questioning looks vanished. Sas was doing what felt natural to him and not once had he felt it was wrong. He could tell it felt good to his brother with his reaction. Even the whimper was a sign that Sas was doing well. Even though they were expressing love, his face still sported the frown that was permanent on his face. It may never, in his life, change. His eyes, however, were heated. His brother pushed into his touch, letting him know not to stop. He kept moving his hand in an up and down motion while feeling tightness in his pants.
During this time, Zak had removed the tail that once belonged to him and placed it on him. This act surprised him. He had never thought he would see the time that Zak had removed his tail. He never thought he would have it back on him. Though, he knew it wouldn't last. He would savor this moment of reuniting with his tail. His brother smiled up at him and soon he called him beautiful as he touched the scaring on his face. Sascha gave his brother another kiss as he continued his touch. It felt good that he was making his brother feel pleasure.
Izaak had pulled away, breaking his hold. It was a little unexpected but he quickly understood why. He moved to his knees and Sas watched. Their eyes connected as the slightly older brother licked at his clothed crotch. He knew exactly what he wanted and Sascha wasn't going to keep it from him. With slender hands, he unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. Standing, avoiding hitting his brother, he slid them off so that nothing would be in the way. He then sat back down on the bed. With this done, the tightness he felt was no longer. He was exposed for his brother. It was as if his own equipment was begging for his touch...
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