[The time when fucking Ariel seemed wrong to him was so long ago, another lifetime, another world. He presses his palm to Ariel's heart, shivering to feel it race beneath his hands and the thin shirt. He curls his fingers, gathering cloth, and uses that to tug Ariel forward. His other hand sliding down Ariel's thigh until his fingers brush over exposed flesh.]
Good. Tell me what you dream, when you wake up hard and wanting.
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[His lips brush over Ariel's, soft, holding him close by the thin nightshirt while his other hand explores Ariel's thigh, up along the curve of his ass. He's teasingly close to kissing his brother, but not quite following through.]
[His hand slides up under Ariel's shirt and he rests it at the small of his back, tilting his head up and kissing Ariel sweetly, lips parting to deepen it immediately.]
[He kisses back, clumsy with inexperience but not too shy. Even if he's embarrassed, he has no reason to fear this -- he wants it, he knows it's okay, he trusts Tristan completely. So he puts his arms around his neck and holds on, mouth open and inviting just as his body is, pressed eagerly up against his brother.]
[Tristan takes the invitation readily, tongue slipping between Ariel's lips to explore his mouth, hand roaming up his back to feel his skin and press him ever closer, until he has to move the one holding Ariel's shirt, so he can feel Ariel's chest pressed to his as he kisses him greedily.]
[His fingers tangle in Tristan's hair, holding tight as he melts against him, giving and wanting. He's yielding entirely to Tris, a complete opposite of the controlling violence of his previous self. This Ariel is affectionate, soaking up attention and enjoying being doted on and loved, even when Tristan is a little weird, a little controlling himself.]
[It's a thrill. Even now part of him is actually terrified of Ariel (of him remembering, of him being like he was) but his brother like this, so open and receptive and giving, it's amazing. He drops his hand between them, still kissing Ariel, coaxing and wanting, his other hand trailing up Ariel's inner thigh.]
[He lets a small sound into Tristan's mouth, shivering against him. His knees press against his sides, nervous, and one hand trails down his brother's chest, fingertips digging in just a bit. He's never done anything like this before. Again unlike his previous self, he's been given more time to grow while clueless, untouched, and there's no unnatural confidence in the way he feels for Tristan's skin.]
[But he isn't saying no. He's just flushing, ducking his head to hide it against Tristan's shoulder as he presses his hands flat against his chest. It's embarrassing and new, but he's not scared. He wants it -- he wants Tristan, as close as it's physically possible to get.]
[He lets his mouth slip down to Ariel's jaw, brushing over familiar/new skin, as greedy as they both declare him to be. Kissing there, making his way down Ariel's neck, claiming him, wanting him, needing him, there's an underlying intensity and a breathless, aching want in Tristan for this. To miss Ariel's touch, to miss touching Ariel--even right here, touching his brother like this, there's something missing, it's not enough and yet it's better than he remembers (but not enough, missing something).]
[His kisses are delightful, and Ariel gasps, letting his head fall back and giving Tristan better access to his throat. He can feel that want, and though he doesn't know why he's so intense, he accepts it gladly. It feels good to be wanted so much. He'll drink it up, that feeling of being needed and claimed.]
[He kisses Ariel's exposed throat, taking the invitation. Parting his lips to lick and suck and lightly bite his brother's skin, leaving a mark to claim him, intending to leave many more as one hand slips to the back of Ariel's neck and the other wraps around his waist to hold him securely, covetous and possessive.]
[He agrees with a murmur, letting a hand come up to Tris's hair again to keep him close and moaning softly at the mark. He's more pliable now, easier to coax a noise out of, just in general softer than Ariel ever was before, and he sees no reason to be anything but Tristan's, when that's what he's always been told he is. Even if he doesn't always agree with his life, he's happy to belong to and with his big brother.]
[Tris acknowledges it, fascinated with Ariel's softness, the contrast he's not gotten used to in ten years, the pliable way Ariel relaxes in his arms as submissive and trusting as Tristan could ask for. It's new, having him this way, and it's strange and it fuels his desire to make Ariel his own in every way he can, rucking Ariel's shirt up to pull it off.]
[He lifts his arms to help the shirt come off, then goes right back to pulling Tris close, kissing him again with all the eagerness he could want. This Ariel is truly loving and giving, truly affectionate and kind, and smiles contentedly against Tristan's lips as he goes to tug off any clothing Tristan still has on.]
[He drags Ariel's shirt off eagerly, brushing fingers over skin excessively, just using it as an excuse ti touch Ariel more, to feel him more, press against him closer. He helps get his own remaining things off as well, but mainly he's concerned with getting his hands and mouth back on his brother as quickly as possible, intense about it.]
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Good. Tell me what you dream, when you wake up hard and wanting.
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[He's not that bold. Not in this life, anyway. He just flushes more and looks down, holding Tris's hand tight.]
I can't just say that.
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[His lips brush over Ariel's, soft, holding him close by the thin nightshirt while his other hand explores Ariel's thigh, up along the curve of his ass. He's teasingly close to kissing his brother, but not quite following through.]
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[He gasps softly at the touch, breath warm on Tristan's lips. He moves in for the kiss, touching Tristan's face gently, just a little nervously.]
No wonder you've scared Jupiter.
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[His hand slides up under Ariel's shirt and he rests it at the small of his back, tilting his head up and kissing Ariel sweetly, lips parting to deepen it immediately.]
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[He kisses back, clumsy with inexperience but not too shy. Even if he's embarrassed, he has no reason to fear this -- he wants it, he knows it's okay, he trusts Tristan completely. So he puts his arms around his neck and holds on, mouth open and inviting just as his body is, pressed eagerly up against his brother.]
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Ariel... I don't plan to stop until you're spent and exhausted.
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[But he isn't saying no. He's just flushing, ducking his head to hide it against Tristan's shoulder as he presses his hands flat against his chest. It's embarrassing and new, but he's not scared. He wants it -- he wants Tristan, as close as it's physically possible to get.]
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[He lets his mouth slip down to Ariel's jaw, brushing over familiar/new skin, as greedy as they both declare him to be. Kissing there, making his way down Ariel's neck, claiming him, wanting him, needing him, there's an underlying intensity and a breathless, aching want in Tristan for this. To miss Ariel's touch, to miss touching Ariel--even right here, touching his brother like this, there's something missing, it's not enough and yet it's better than he remembers (but not enough, missing something).]
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[His kisses are delightful, and Ariel gasps, letting his head fall back and giving Tristan better access to his throat. He can feel that want, and though he doesn't know why he's so intense, he accepts it gladly. It feels good to be wanted so much. He'll drink it up, that feeling of being needed and claimed.]
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You're mine to hold.
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[He agrees with a murmur, letting a hand come up to Tris's hair again to keep him close and moaning softly at the mark. He's more pliable now, easier to coax a noise out of, just in general softer than Ariel ever was before, and he sees no reason to be anything but Tristan's, when that's what he's always been told he is. Even if he doesn't always agree with his life, he's happy to belong to and with his big brother.]
I'm yours. I love you.
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[Tris acknowledges it, fascinated with Ariel's softness, the contrast he's not gotten used to in ten years, the pliable way Ariel relaxes in his arms as submissive and trusting as Tristan could ask for. It's new, having him this way, and it's strange and it fuels his desire to make Ariel his own in every way he can, rucking Ariel's shirt up to pull it off.]
I love you too, with all my heart.
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[He lifts his arms to help the shirt come off, then goes right back to pulling Tris close, kissing him again with all the eagerness he could want. This Ariel is truly loving and giving, truly affectionate and kind, and smiles contentedly against Tristan's lips as he goes to tug off any clothing Tristan still has on.]
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