“That can’t be true.”
Marshall buried his face into my hair and breathed me inwith a groan. His dick pressed against my hip, but he hadn’t asked me to touch it, so I busied my hands by reaching behind me until I found the dresser drawer where he kept his lounge clothes. I slipped a folded up and clean pair of sweats between us, and he made a very unimpressed sound.
“It is true,” he assured me, taking a step away. “What else is true is that you may put those on for me. I rather don’t feel like doing it myself tonight.”
This was new. It was a different kind of submission, but a welcome one as I sank to my knees in front of him. One foot, then another into the sweats and I was back on my feet again, settling the waistband around his hips and tracing the muscle where the soft material met his skin.
“I don’t enjoy seeing any of my brothers upset,” Marshall said slowly, like he’d picked the words out carefully to make sure they were the right ones. He definitely had that way about him. “As for how it makes me feel, we’re all adults so it’s not anything like it used to be before.”
“Is your dad still alive?”
“So I’m told,” he murmured. “Get me a shirt, and I have to be honest, Silas. I love the way you look in my clothes.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I turned away to get a shirt from the drawer for him. Marshall held his arms up expectantly, and I dressed him in his shirt as well, smoothing my hands down the front of his stomach to set the thin fabric into place.
“I didn’t want to meet your brother dressed in sweats, but I didn’t have a clean shirt.”
“You look perfect,” he assured me. “Though maybe you should bring some clothes over.”
“Are you asking?”
He chuckled. “When have Iaskedyou anything?”
I shivered, thinking about the numerous times Marshall had, in fact, asked me things. All the careful and thoroughways he’d negotiated consent with me and the ways he continued to do so even as we settled into a routine.
“What would you like me to bring over, Sir?” I whispered, tilting my head back to look up at him.
He rubbed his lips together, licked the bottom one until it was so thoroughly wet with spit that my cock ached in my jeans just thinking about what it would feel like to slide into his mouth.
All the things we’d done together, and he’d never sucked my cock. I wondered if he ever would. Wondered if he would let me come in his mouth or not…
“Use your best judgment, Silas.”
He pressed the side of his finger against the underside of my chin, then closed the space between us and brought our mouths together in an unfairly soft and chaste kiss.
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured.
He groaned and licked his tongue across the seam of my lips, then stopped and stepped back.
“I need to go check on Smith,” he said. “Or I’d stay in here with you all night.”
“He’s in good hands with Lincoln.”
“Just like you were?” Marshall arched a brow.
“We watched TV all day,” I explained. “I made us lunch, and I made us dinner, and I kissed him after I got dressed because I was so grateful to spend the day with him.”
Even though Marshall had told me it was okay for Lincoln and me to still kiss, to still cuddle, to still beourselves, there was definitely a part of me that had been worried about how it would play out in practice.
“You’re allowed,” he reminded me, raising my hand to his mouth and dusting a kiss across my knuckles.
I exhaled and nodded. “I know.”
Marshall gave me a look so filled with longing I worried itwas going to knock me over. I reached out to steady myself against him, and he let out a gentle laugh.
“I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” I said.
“You couldn’t if you tried,” he promised, and I knew the truth of it in my bones. “Now kiss me again, Silas, then go finish your dinner.”
