You're mine, brother.
I come with a broken sob, spilling over my fist in thick pulses, clenching so tight around the handle he curses roughly.
He keeps it buried inside me for a long minute, both of us panting. Then he eases it out, slow and careful, leaving me empty and dripping.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me deep and possessive. “Don’t ever forget it.”
I nod, boneless, wrecked, and somehow more alive than I’ve ever been.