[539 words] Izaak post first than Cotl :3
He grew up with abuse from his mother. It was engraved in him that if he made a wrong or unpleasant move, he would receive harsh punishment. With his brother, it was different. He had to remind himself that it was different with his brother. He wouldn't harm him like that, not like Mother. Zak was different. Since he only received love from his brother, he had finally come to realize that he wouldn't hurt him like that. If it was in Sas's personality, he would smile at his dear brother but it wasn't and therefore he kept that frown on his face. If his vocal cords weren't destroyed by his mother, he would probably voice his pleasure in moans but he couldn't and was left with panting.
Sascha was ready to be inside his brother and he knew Izaak was as well. Words did not have to be exchanged by the two. Sascha could always make out what his brother wanted. So when his bother whined for more, Sascha did just that. He didn't even add another digit. Instead, he removed his finger and positioned himself above the boy. He aimed with his hips and when he was sure he was right, he pushed forward and entered him. He felt the pleasure and tightened his jaw. The tightness and warmth he felt drove him nuts as he began to move. Zak wrapped his arms around him, finding no conflict with his tail, and soon felt his legs around his waist. This made it easier for him to access his entire brother and thrust deeper into him.
Zak returned his kisses, making him happy. His tongue hung out as he panted in pleasure. His speed picked up as his hips moved in and out. He didn't mind feeling his older brother's tongue lovingly dragged across his. It was clear that he was doing all the right moves and his brother wasn't being hurt. That was the last thing he wanted was to cause him pain. He loved his brother dearly. This was his proof and he wanted to let him know without giving him doubts.
Sascha paid no mind to his brother's volume. He never once thought their action was wrong and found no reason that they needed to be quiet. Pleasure was building up in him and his panting became heavier. Soon, Zak's throat became exposed as he tilted his head back. Sascha took the opportunity to lovingly nip the side of it. That was when his older brother howl and he felt the spasm on his member. It was what sent him over the edge and he tightly closed his eyes. His body tensed as his tool began to throb. It caused great friction when his brother came and he soon threw his head back as he released inside. He didn't pull out before hand because he couldn't help it. When the pleasure subsided, Sas relaxed and rested himself on his brother. His head right under Izaak's chin as he panted a bit. He shoved his hands in between his brother and the bed so that he could hug him. He had knotted with Zak so he couldn't really move away; not that he wanted to anyway.
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