“You really /are/ desperate.” 🧡 utters in delighted surprise. He continues to grind their pelvises together, watching 💜 use his fingers in place of what he really wants. Eventually, though, his brother gets impatient- the ittle nips against his fingers give 🧡 enough clues.

When he pulls his fingers from his mouth, 💜 continues his whining and chirps, hips bucking and rolling each time 🧡 catches the edge of his pulsing slit. His hand, fingers now slick with spit, comes down to stroke himself. 🧡 watches 💜 close as he mutters, “Ready, baby?”