“I don’t know.” Aimé whispered. He ran his hand across his brother’s shoulder, gazing at him. He didn’t want to try too much too soon. He was frightened this could push them apart rather than draw them closer together and he couldn’t stand the idea of losing Augustin because they rushed things. “I just want to stay like this, wrapped up like this and I do like your kisses.” He whispered, pushing his hips up to rub against Augustin’s, cocks brushing against one and other. “For the moment, maybe later we can try more but let’s not run before we can walk.”