Deme lapped at the thin line of blood and kissed his lip lovingly. The wound annoyed him. Pissed him off all over. Not that he was fighting, but that some little shit had hurt his brother. His view of the situation changed slightly with the object of his secret lust squirming beneath him. "Relax, Seth." he breathed softly against his cheek and carefully worked his fingers in slowing as the muscles randomly tensed.  Way too tense, Come on, relax for me Sethy, let me inside. Hmm?" he kissed his cheek and worked his way down his neck.