❝atta boy, sammy.❞

                         oh but he wants to push it now.
                         so he first leans back,
                         levelling his shoulders to give way
                         to his brother’s ’ magical ’ fingers.

                     ❝oh yeah, right there. i was thinking you could suck me off after —❞ 

                      no response is necessary to that ;
                      the ’ bitchface ’ ridden on his
                      features will suffice. a soft sigh
                      eludes his lips as hands reach
                      his brother’s back, softly massaging his
                      tender skin with loose fingers.

        ❝Yeah, no.
                  ——not happening tonight.❞

                                         he’d at least have to try
                                         and play hard to get.