Part 2
Slowly, Cain fucked him with long fingers, stroking and petting as they moved deeper, and Abel’s ignored erection was painting his skin with pearly liquid where it bobbed and twitched with each move of those torturous fingers inside him.
Abel felt Cain curling his hand, and he whined as more oil was poured onto his skin, dribbling off the fingers wedged in him to coat his insides, sending shivers through his body. “Oh brother, if you could only see yourself. So open and greedy for whatever I can give you.”
Slender fingers wrapped around Abel’s forgotten hardness and started stroking. Crying out at the dual sensation, Abel started rocking between those torturous hands, needing more. There was a burning, stretching sensation before he felt his muscles relax, and he groaned at the full feeling, sweat coating his skin. The fingers inside him started moving, curling, and Abel gasped for breath at the intense feeling.
Then, Cain started moving his fist, and pleasure exploded through him. Screaming, Abel’s back bowed as his hips seemed to move independently of his body, thrashing between the fingers curled in him and those curled around him, both hands determined to coax as much of his pleasure out as possible. Then the hand was gone and something much smaller was slid into him, fighting the fluttering muscles, and Cain was thrusting, his gasping breaths almost lost in the sound of the sandstorm. Abel weakly wrapped his legs around his brother’s waist, too wrung out to do much more, and Cain sighed, bathing Abel’s insides with his release.
The blond stretched out next to his brother, both slowly calming down as they cuddled, uncaring of the mess that painted their skins. Reaching up, Cain brushed sweat soaked silver hair out of Abel’s eyes, and grinned at his brother. “What shall we do for an encore, brother?”