His lips tingled from the last few kissed they’d shared, rough and hasty and messy, passion granting no time for a kiss with sweeter intentions. Their bodies moved in tandem, hard thrusts but carrying a certain care. They were loud, or at least, he. He was loud. After a while the noises, the rhythm, like all good things, died down when their climax hit. Bodies untangled and stretched, the work out leaving them breathless and relaxed. A good way to end a day full of chase and play and teasing. He’d delivered.
Charcoal hands took that moment to reach for his closest partner, feeling the sweat on his chest, but not having enough energy left in him to care. Once he’d settled in, curled up against his side with a leg swung over the others large frame, only then did he turn his head to pull the other brother along as well.
A smile curled on his face, teeth baring in the most non threatening way he knew how. “Come.”
He guided the brother’s head closer, a hand clasped on the back of his neck. Pulling him in was easy, pressing their lips together was heaven. A small kiss, short lived and light but able to tell him just how pleased he was with their performance.