notsosweetporcelain:
Sebastian looked right into Remy’s eyes, beautiful dark green eyes under thick eyelashes that defined a perfect profile under a mop of messy, curly hair. His fingertips roamed over his brother’s jawline, where sometimes you could see a five o’clock shadow, or a hint of a mustache. “In that you’re right. You always look cute. Always have, and always will.” He chuckled, then pressed his bare chest against Remy’s, his head leaning in so his lips could brush on the other’s ear. “Because I can feel your pulse. And it’s so fast. So that’d be a yes answer.” His lips wondered down Remy’s neck. “Why are you so nervous, little brother? Are you afraid…? Are you afraid of what you feel right now..?” He pushed his hips forward a bit. “Because I’m not. I know exactly what I want. I’ve always known-” He pulled his head back a little so he could look at him. “The question would be what do you want, Remy?”
There’s a little soft blush that creeps over Remy’s face at those words because hey, the boy loved a compliment. He gaped lightly as the others abs chest presses up against his and he can feel all those new muscles and defined body in the most distracting way. His eyes flutter at the others lips at his ear, and Sebastian was right, his pulse was picking up- thudding in his eyes as he felt those lips tease down his neck and Remy let out a soft gasp. “Maybe I’m just nervous of how much power you have over me..” He felt his hips slide against his brothers and he bit his lip, his eyes fluttering for a moment. “Oh yeah? And what have you always know? What do you want?” Remy teased as he tilted his head back to meet those eyes. He sucked on his inner cheek for a moment before he spoke. “Oh I want a man, a real man, who’s not scared to make me drench my panties with his words, or his touch, or hold me down and take me..” Remy teased, his eyes dancing playfully.
