Every muscle in Klaus' body still feels taut - at least the ones that Brice can touch Which, given their positions, is a lot of them. The jock didn't rightly care about how his brother's ears were feeling at that particular moment.
At the compliment, Brice's tired lips wink into a self-pleased grin. He figured he knew exactly how he looked - it wasn't his first rodeo, but this rendezvous was definitely ticking off some boxes he never knew existed. "Look good yourself," Brice managed, his words soft, carrying a bit of gurgle to them. He needed just a second to help his throat recover, coated as it was. He wondered, quickly and then the thought drifted away, if this would have been their teenage years together, just fluids passed back and forth in a continuous orgasm of naked flesh.
Without needing any more motivation than Klaus' words, Brice stood up and stripped out of his boxer briefs. His cock slapped against his toned stomach as the younger of the two climbed up on the bed, making way right between his brother's legs. Arms scooped up Klaus from behind, Brice pushing what he could muster of his brother's ejaculate into his mouth, bodies warm and welcoming as they brushed.
He tried to keep it tender, but Klaus was a hurricane who didn't seem the like to meander when the work wasn't done. Brice's wide cock pressed into Klaus' sac, a little grunt escaping before it found the hollow of his brother's hip.
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At the compliment, Brice's tired lips wink into a self-pleased grin. He figured he knew exactly how he looked - it wasn't his first rodeo, but this rendezvous was definitely ticking off some boxes he never knew existed. "Look good yourself," Brice managed, his words soft, carrying a bit of gurgle to them. He needed just a second to help his throat recover, coated as it was. He wondered, quickly and then the thought drifted away, if this would have been their teenage years together, just fluids passed back and forth in a continuous orgasm of naked flesh.
Without needing any more motivation than Klaus' words, Brice stood up and stripped out of his boxer briefs. His cock slapped against his toned stomach as the younger of the two climbed up on the bed, making way right between his brother's legs. Arms scooped up Klaus from behind, Brice pushing what he could muster of his brother's ejaculate into his mouth, bodies warm and welcoming as they brushed.
He tried to keep it tender, but Klaus was a hurricane who didn't seem the like to meander when the work wasn't done. Brice's wide cock pressed into Klaus' sac, a little grunt escaping before it found the hollow of his brother's hip.