Taff was already huddled in the corner of the sofa, so there wasn't anywhere he could go when Tristan sat beside him, but he didn't pull away when his brother touched him. Truth was, he missed it. He almost leaned into it subconsciously.
He made a soft noise, perhaps the start of a protest, when Tristan whispered he loved him, but it didn't make it out, because a few moments later his brother's lips were against his and, oh, he wanted it. He whimpered against him and kissed him back, eyes sliding closed. Fuck. He couldn't stop himself loving his brother...