Eyes on his, widening and dilated, Freyja slowly drew her hand up and down the length of his (always impressive) dick. Soon enough she would draw him backwards onto whatever the nearest surface was and have him inside of her. Who knew where else the night would go - they had hours - but for now all she wanted was Freyr filling her.
"Kiss me, my brother," she whispered, leaning in towards him and waiting for him to close the last tiny gap.