"Hey, let me do that." he moved in close again, licking his wounded lip and suckling it gently. This was so wrong, but it didn't stop him from rolling his brother to his back and straddling one of his legs. To society it was wrong, disgusting even, but in Seth's room, it felt right.He hugged him close, digging an arm under him and around his waist, the other remained behind his head, keeping that mouth sealed on his. Deme ground his pelvis into Seth's hip and slid a hand down to grip the massive swelling between them. "This fucking monster you have here." he mumbled as he rubbed it through the fabric.  His own was average length but quite round and thick.