But first- “Doing okay? Squeeze or blinks.” He keeps his eyes trained on 💜, looking for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. It takes a long moment, and he can almost physically see the way that his lover has to wade through the endorphins to come up with an answer.

-into subspace. It wasn’t often that 💜 let himself fully give into to the sinking, floaty euphoria of allowing 🧡 to take care of him. It only made it all the more special when he did. And🧡 was not one to waste an opportunity like this.

🧡 mirrors it, giving a quick squeeze of their hands as he does. “There’s my sweet love. Someone really needed some attention, huh?” He coos, preening internally as he takes in his older brother’s dazed and soft appearance. It’d been a long time since he’d dropped this far-

“Hi, baby. 💜, can you look at me?” The weight of his body pressed to the other’s seems to stir him somewhat, as his brother begins carefully shifting his shoulders and blinking in slow flutters. It takes a long moment before 💜’s eyes find his, lips pulled in a smile.

💜 just lays boneless across his sheets, eyes hazy as he stares off at nothing. 🧡 feels a zing of nervousness, the chains previously holding the softshell captive dissipating into nothing. He reaches to lace their hands together, settling himself over 💜 to whisper sweetly.

It takes all 🧡 has to not begin rutting into him right then. He grits his teeth, feeling the fluttering around him that aches so deliciously. “Fuck, baby. You came just from getting a cock in you finally?” He chuckles, the sound predatory as he licks over 💜’s neck.

The only response he gets is a weak grumble, and one of 💜’s legs coming to wrap around his waist. The added weight causes him to jolt forward, which drives his dick harder into 💜 than he had intended. Half of his cock sinks instantly into slick-drenched heat, and 💜 /wails/.

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?”

“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.

He doesn’t give 💜 a chance to shake or nod his head before one hand comes up, plunging two of his fingers into his brother’s mouth. The softshell immediately begins to suck and lick across the digits, bobbing his head while staring with lidded eyes down between 🧡’s legs.