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No matter how gentle he is, his baby brother always cries like it's the first time. It's a good thing Brian just loves when he cries. Even more so when the waterworks are already rolling, and all he has to do is lean into it. Dexter's face is so unbelievably gorgeous with tears staining its sides. With a heavy sigh Dex rolled onto his stomach, curling his hands under his chest like a dog and tugging the blanket tighter. Brian watched, as he whimpered and tears rolled down his cheeks so peacefully. Must be a bad dream, he thought. He considered extending the mercy of waking him up, but decided against it when his brother let out a particularly shrill moan. Brian wondered if the dream was about him. Perhaps about a night they shared together. It had better not be about anyone else. Dexter belongs to him, only him, and Brian can do whatever he wants with him and to him when he's like this.
Small, pliable, soft. A few of many things Brian adores about his little brother. Although physically he had grown older, there was still a young charm to his physique. Still his baby Dex, nothing changes when he's like this. Quietly, so as not to wake him, he undid the button at the top of his jeans and unzipped them. He was hard just from listening to Dexter cry, firmly straining against his underwear which he removed soon after.