The way his brother was reacting was convincing him that he didn't have to worry about being punished. He really shouldn't have any doubts; this was their way of communicating their love for each other. Their actions spoke loudly of how they felt about each other. So, there was no reason for him to fear that he would be beaten by his own brother. This wasn't like mother, where he had to be careful. This was different. His brother, at this moment, had shown nothing but love to him. He saw no sign that Zak hated him or would physically abuse him. Yes, despite the the black out that caused him to lose his tail, Sascha loved his brother. Even when he was afraid of him before they were reunited, he loved his brother.
Sascha guided him to the bed, not putting much thought about the flag. His mind was mainly focused on Izaak and nothing else. Once Zak was lying on the bed, Sas rested on his knees and began to work on the other. He was simultaneousness moistening Zak's member and preparing his other end for the next step. His lips were fully wrapped around him as he kissed him there, allowing his tongue to dance on his length. He made sure not to allow his teeth to interfere for he did not wish to cause pain, only pleasure. His red eyes looked up to connect with Zak's silver ones before looking down again. The moans let him know that he was doing well, which made him feel really good. He was even itching to take him.
Soon, Izaak began to whine and squirm. Sascha even felt his brother pressing down on his finger. His eyes flickered up to the face of his brother when he pleaded. He understood what he was pleading for. He knew very well what his brother wanted and he was most certainly ready. He slid his finger out while removing his mouth from his hot tool. He rose, positioning himself on top of Zak. He wasted no time in entering him as his arms supported him to hover above his brother. His entrance was slow as he pushed himself in. It was tight but felt wonderful to him. His jaw was closed tightly from the wave of pleasure he felt. Once he was all in, he began to move. First he was slow until picking up some speed. He lowered his head to give his brother a kiss on the lips once more. Soon enough, Sascha began to pant softly. There was no doubt he was feeling pleasure. The fire in his eyes should be one of the signs. He hoped his brother was feeling good as well.
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