He is elegant in his movements, brushing and sliding skin against skin. It leaves Romano breathless. Slight like twitches of his muscles are visible under thinned skin. Rigid lines of scars that only barely exist.
Feliciano bends on top of him, back facing, bending alluring lines out of nothing. Thin torso. Spine stretching his skin, minute bones jutting out of skin. Underneath when he descends. Romano runs his fingers along these bones. Once, during the night when they sleep. Twice, through a shirt. Three, pulling his brother to safety out of a river when they were younger. Millions of times, memorizing the patterns. Structure, weaknesses.
“Hey, turn around.”
And Feliciano does, all of the ease and his brother whispers. Feliciano is his, alone. They’re brothers. Always have been. He is his. They are together. One. Holds Romano’s jaw, line melding and changing in his hands, as he holds his lips to the side of his brothers, letting Romano slide into him. He is unmoved, eyes still connected to his brothers, haunting in their amber, in their stillness. Focus. Legs scrambling for more movement, contact.
“Do you love me?” In between breaths, shallow and hard-hitting.
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He is elegant in his movements, brushing and sliding skin against skin. It leaves Romano breathless. Slight like twitches of his muscles are visible under thinned skin. Rigid lines of scars that only barely exist.
Feliciano bends on top of him, back facing, bending alluring lines out of nothing. Thin torso. Spine stretching his skin, minute bones jutting out of skin. Underneath when he descends. Romano runs his fingers along these bones. Once, during the night when they sleep. Twice, through a shirt. Three, pulling his brother to safety out of a river when they were younger. Millions of times, memorizing the patterns. Structure, weaknesses.
“Hey, turn around.”
And Feliciano does, all of the ease and his brother whispers. Feliciano is his, alone. They’re brothers. Always have been. He is his. They are together. One. Holds Romano’s jaw, line melding and changing in his hands, as he holds his lips to the side of his brothers, letting Romano slide into him. He is unmoved, eyes still connected to his brothers, haunting in their amber, in their stillness. Focus. Legs scrambling for more movement, contact.
“Do you love me?” In between breaths, shallow and hard-hitting.
Romano hesitates—“Yes.”