Deme lowered his head to kiss his brother again, nipping at the wounded lip, then licking it lovingly, knowing the minor pain he was causing and loving it. He writhed in his grip, removing his hand from his brother's length to brace it on the bed on either side of Seth's head. Nuzzling and kissing him lovingly, he arched into the hands that held him.  "Shit, this is so damn wrong." he whimpered, shamefully enraptured by his brother's touch.