"you are one very lucky guy, love," carter whispered in a low voice. his hands rested against their lover's neck, raising their face up to meet his eyes. thumbs brushed by the line of sweet soft lips telling them lips to writh in pleasure at that touch. his own curled into a smile of admiration and a gaze of lust as he observed the man relaxed in front of him, with his shirts fall down, but not off, and trembling legs. not in fear, but expectation.
jason stood behind their lover, his fingers undoing the first inches of wrap that held their pants up, then crawling up the skin on his chest lifting the shirt on the way up. till capturing his neck from the front without invading carter's claiming ship. a thumb stretched up to fit in between his brother's, a warm finger bringing contrast to the regular touch of his brother as he whispered in his ear, "so good, so hot,..." his other hand was removing the shirt off of hits torso, distracting their brain from noticing how a t-shirt was removed off without going through their head, and tossing it aside.
lips brushed by the sides, capturing his earlobe for stimulation, as his hand traveled south, to slid within trousers and claim what rested between those trembling legs, offering support. "how do you want it?" both voices came through, filled with lust.