Of course his brother was doing everything just right. They had been trained in this. And well, Izaak adored his baby brother so much that there was no way at all that the other could ever do anything wrong. At least that was his vision on things. He had always enjoyed it whenever his brother would express his love and affection for him. After all the girls would hardly ever let him around and their mother only wanted Izaak around when she called for him otherwise he would have to stay away or his mother would end up upset. That was something that he certainly didn't want. Sascha suffered their mother's wrath in one of the most severest ways. That had been a caution for them all. It taught them all to be careful and not set her off.
Even though the expression on his brother's face didn't change Zak still knew that his brother was enjoying himself as well. It was written in Sascha's eyes as well as in his own body. Actually Izaak had gotten to where he didn't even notice the frown any longer. It was just the way that the other had always been so he thought nothing of it. To him it was just his beautiful brother. Even their mother had thought Sascha beautiful. Or she had once upon a time. But too Izaak Sas had never changed, his brother remained as beautiful as he had always been before all of the scarring.
Already Izaak was missing the tail and wanting it back. He had even reached a hand back to rub at the bald spot. It felt weird not to have the slightly extra weight back there any longer. But the kiss his brother gave him had him forgetting the longing for the moment. He just smiled even more and aimed a return lick at the other boy's lips. The gestures were so simple but overflowed with love and affection. He wanted his brother to feel as special as he did. He was trying to make the other happy and not regret running into him again.
As Izaak sat on his knees he leaned back onto his hands when Sas made to stand. It was all silent communication but they understood each other to the greatest of degrees. They were on the same page with their desires. Once his brother had sat back down Izaak wasted no time in leaning forward once more. He gave his brother's length a couple of licks before carefully closing his lips around it in order to hold it in his mouth. He was being careful not to inadvertently bite his brother, trying to keep his teeth out of the way. He only wanted Sascha to feel pleasure and no pain at all.
He whined a bit at the feel of his brother's member in his mouth. He was torn between his own pleasure and making sure his brother feel good. Perhaps if he hadn't been separated from Sascha for so long he wouldn't feel so anxious for more already. He managed to suck on his brother for a minute or two before he removed the other's cock from his mouth so that he could sit back and stare up at Sascha with a look of begging and pleading. He wanted his brother in the most intimate of ways and was whining again as he waited to see if his brother would invite him back up onto the bed to fill him and have his way with him.
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