A hearty chuckle left Eric's throat - it sounded rusty from disuse. "Hush. Your lines don't work on me, and nor do you need them." Eric's hands found his brother's armpits, gripping tightly. It was to bring Arioch on top and between him as much as to slather the other's scent on his palms.
"We could sleep," Eric offered, lips suctioning against Ari's skin, pulling it between his teeth as he tried tor burrow his back further into the bed. "I understand how tired you must be, older brother." It was a tease, a jab.
A moment of licking and sucking and Eric shivered visibly, clear eyes shining. "Arioch." His tone was commanding, the memory of a once proud father. "I love you." It was a well known fact, even outside of the incestuous relationship, but the knot in Eric's throat needed it to ring in the around around them. The air full of Arioch's past conquests, his forgotten dreams.