Izaak would never want to hurt Sascha. His brother was everything to him. He loved the other male dearly. After all Sascha was the one that would spend the most time with him. Was the one that could cuddle with him on those cold nights. There was nothing that ever could repay that kindness that had been shown to him when their mother was entirely too busy for them. So no, Izaak would never actively seek to cause his brother any pain or harm because he cherished him dearly. Sascha had always been the one that he could turn to whenever their mother had been especially mean and had said cruel things.
He had clung to his brother as their love for one another was made known on a physical level. It was the way that they had been taught to express themselves. The only way their mother had said that she loved them. So to him this was just a normal part of every family. That all families showed their love this way. He assumed that his own father and uncle had done this as well. To him there was nothing wrong with the way that they were expression themselves. This kind of thing was normal when they were growing up.
He had hardly felt the nip seeing as he had been in a state of pure bliss. After he had gotten off and started to come down from his euphoric high he allowed for his arms and legs to drop, practically flopping onto the bed. Lazily he reached out a hand to grab a portion of the flag that he was laying on to drag it up and wiping himself off with it, cleaning off his stomach. He hadn't really though at all before he acted but had just done so. A slow smile worked over his lips as his brother cuddled on top of him. He was certain that Sascha felt as pleasurably tired as he did.
Izaak had made to shift a little bit only to find his brother stuck inside of him. He couldn't say that he minded it either. Why should he? It had happened before and he really didn't mind spending the extra time just being lazy and cuddling with his brother. "Ich liebe dich bruder." The words were murmured out tiredly as he tried to force his arms to lift up so that he could hold Sascha close. At the time his limbs all felt to weigh a ton so it was a bit of a struggle but he had wanted his brother to know that he was love and cared for in return. That he didn't mind being stuck together with him. But he was tired and it showed as he yawned and allowed his eyes to slip closed. His breathing had started to regulate himself and he looked almost on the verge of sleep. How could it get any better than this? He had his brother back and he knew that he was loved.
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