"It radiates," And Trace could as easily have been talking about the earth in him as he was his brother's heat, but it really didn't matter. He kicked the last of his own clothes away, and then when his brother pulled him down again he spread against him, legs straddling his brother's thighs and body curling down over his to kiss back. It felt like breathing in warmth, like surrounding himself in the smoke of it, the heat.