Jibril inhales at those words. He bites his lip and as the other wipes at the tears it feels like more well and he curses them inwardly.
"I... I love you too," he whispers but his hand went to where Rhy had punched his leg. "But what are you doing?" he's trying to understand the strange action.
He hates that Kell hasn't seemed to have left, that they're stuck in the bathroom.
"Every time. Well, there is a diminishing with distance, but we've not been far enough for it to really matter," Rhy admits, his voice soft as he meets his lover's gaze. And there is no shame in his gaze.
"The woman he loves has not sought him out and drives him mad. He is jealous."
Rhy might not feel any shame but there is ..not quite shame but a sort of embarrassment that something so private is not... private.
"Doesn't make him wrong just because he is jealous," Jibril murmurs, trying to think about anything but Kell being able to know the things they do together.
Jibril wanted to tell Rhy not to be sorry, that it might have hurt but sometimes the truth did. He didn't understand why Kell had been so intent to hurt him with it, how he could have become the focus of his ire... He tries so hard to not reflect badly on Rhy... but no matter how well he learns to read and write he would never be more than a homeless orphan from a war-torn country.
So since he can't tell him not to be sorry, he can't convince Rhy that Kell is right he lifts his head up and presses a soft kiss to Rhy's lips. He loves him so much, he couldn't help it even though he knew there had to be an expiration date before Rhy had to find a more appropriate person.
Jibril inhales as he's pulled into Rhy's lap, still only in underwear and Rhy's shirt which had been mortifying in itself when Kell had intruded. His head tilted to the side, shivering as the other kissed along the sensitive line.
"It.. is a little intimidating," Jibril struggled for a word and settles on that, but he also knew embarrassing would work too. "But I will do it. You will take care of me."
Rhy's lips draw a shiver, a soft moan as he tilts his head to the side. His hands going to the other's chest. Despite himself, his fingers tremble just a little... nervous... but he still lets them ghost over Rhy's chest, down to his hips, his thighs, everywhere but his cock while the other fumbles.
Jibril flushes, his head ducking pressing his forehead against Rhy's heart. His stomach nervous flutters. "I have never been good at leaving marks, Rhy," he says, even when Rhy could get rougher and Jibril would enjoy it his touch is always tender and soft.
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So instead of arguing for a moment it's set aside.
"What are you doing...?"
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"I... I love you too," he whispers but his hand went to where Rhy had punched his leg. "But what are you doing?" he's trying to understand the strange action.
He hates that Kell hasn't seemed to have left, that they're stuck in the bathroom.
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Rhy's attention turns back to the door.
"Perhaps I can show you."
He catches some of the skin of his bare leg between his fingers and pinches it, savagely. And there is a low curse on the other side of the door.
"Punishing him."
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"Please don't hurt youself," he whispered and then furrows his brow.
"How...?"
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"Your pain is his pain?"
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Which meant his brother KNEW he cared for Jibril.
"That was why he yelled at me for being distracted. I decided rather than paying attention I would fantasize. And the heat it brought me... he knew."
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"He knows... every time or...when he is near?"
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"The woman he loves has not sought him out and drives him mad. He is jealous."
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"Doesn't make him wrong just because he is jealous," Jibril murmurs, trying to think about anything but Kell being able to know the things they do together.
"You are angry too now." An unrelated note.
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"Will you leave already? And lock the door behind you!"
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He really doesn't like it to see Rhy angry. He hadn't actually been privy to many experiences with Rhy's temper.
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So since he can't tell him not to be sorry, he can't convince Rhy that Kell is right he lifts his head up and presses a soft kiss to Rhy's lips. He loves him so much, he couldn't help it even though he knew there had to be an expiration date before Rhy had to find a more appropriate person.
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"Perhaps," he whispers against Jibril's neck as he kisses down it, "we should make sure my brothers feels envy."
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"If that would please you."
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Because Rhy would. he has no shame.
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He starts by kissing along Jibril's neck, as his hand moves to the sink to fumble for a lube bottle he put there afte rtheir last joint shower.
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