The light twin's hand slipped underneath his brother's shirt, his fingertips brushing against warm and smooth skin, as he continued to rub Deimos' back.
The feeling of soft lips against his throat and the hand in his hair made Phobos smile. Familiarity, closeness, intimacy with his twin - he hadn't realised he'd been missing these until now.
Bending his head, the blond kissed the soft spot between Deimos' shoulder and neck.