[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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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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