It was enough to make me reach between us and stroke his cock in one hand so that he moaned and squeezed my breast, kneading my nipple between two fingers in a milking gesture. For a moment, it broke my focus and made me raise on the bed, with the delicious pleasure that comes with intensity, of a kind that was only this strong when the mental aspect of two magical words fueled it. "Big brother!"

Dorian loved those words, almost as much as I did, and the only reason why I loved them slightly more was for the conflict they gave me, that gorgeous sensation of how this was...