Mylan, as usual, had followed him. Mylan glanced up from his gift as his twin shuffled closer. Mature sex Mylan huffed in annoyance as stray, frizzy black strands fell across his face. His heat was close enough to feel and his eyes glimmered of mischief. “I was there when you got it…” Mylan spoke flatly. He could feel the pressure of his brother’s form pressed up against his. Sylan’s soft breath echoed off his neck, his excited nose brushing his skin; begging him, urging him. Could he? A particular object had caught Sylan’s eye, so he went to inspect it. Mylan, as usual, had followed him. “Ah,” He commented, “The Dark Arts, advanced, focusing on defence?”
Sylan bowed cockily. You have my gratitude.” A small smile crept across his face as the grooves of the complex symbols with his fingertips. “But you know you wish to try it…” His hand fell upon Mylan’s cheek and his breath hushed to a whisper. Mylan felt him, but let him. It’s a teaser of an
