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Konrad stretches out his leg with a petulant expression, almost kicking Fulgrim in his knee. „My feet hurt, brother. Make it go away.“
Fulgrim hums as he kneels down, still dressed in his dress uniform like his brother. He takes Konrad‘s foot into his hand, tracing along the seams of his patent leather boots. „You did very well today, I‘m so proud of you.“ He leans down and presses a kiss on the boot‘s pointed tip.
„That doesn‘t change that my feet hurt.“ Konrad grumbels tough his expression softens. „Can I take my jacket off?“
„Of course my dear.“ Fulgrim barely has the time to try and stand up before Konrad takes off his jacket and hands it to him. The Phoenician carefully folds it before continuing to run his fingers along the boots. „Should I help you with taking off your shoes?“
„Yes and next time I want boots without stupid tiny buttons.“ Konrad attempts to continue keeping his annoyed expression but cracks a small smile after a moment. „Please?“
„As long as you wear them you can have any shoes you want.“ Fulgrim begins to unbutton the boots with deft fingers, a task that Konrad can‘t exactlly do easily with his long clawlike fingernails.
„Hm… that‘s so much better…“ Konrad flexes his stocking-clad foot, long toes instinctivly curling around Fulgrim‘s finger for a small moment, before lifting his other leg and pressing the heel of his boot against Fulgrim‘s shoulder. „Take that off too. Please?“
„Of course my dearest.“ Fulgrim puts the second boot next to him too, but this time he doesn‘t let go of his brother‘s foot, instead starting to massage it. „Are you still hurting?“
Konrad nods and crosses his arms. „Yes, of course… but the thing you are doing now feels nice.“ He mumbels and presses his second foot against Fulgrim‘s chest.
„I‘m glad, but I only have so many hands Konnie, you will need to have some patience.“ Fulgrim gently pets his tigh before continuing to massage his foot. After a moment he leans his head down to pepper his brother‘s skin with kisses again.
The Night Haunter makes a happy little noise and scoots closer to the edge of his armchair, second foot now pressing against Fulgrim‘s groin, feeling the bulge in his pants. „You‘re horny?“ He asks, surprise coloring his voice.
Fulgrim gasps, hips jerking sligthly tough he doesn‘t let go of Konrad‘s other foot. „Just… just a little. Should I stop?“
„No!“ Konrad quickly shakes his head and presses his foot further against his brother‘s crotch, moving it in small circles. „You smell nice when you are like this…“ He leans as far forward as he can, sniffing Fulgrim‘s scent, a mixture of the perfume he applied in liberal amoubts before the ball and arousal pheromones.
„I‘m… I‘m glad…“ Fulgrim‘s whole body shudders as he climaxes and he presses one last kiss on Konrad‘s foot before sitting more upright again. „Your feet… are they still hurting?“
Konrad smirks as he leans back in his seat. „If I say yes, will you continue?“
„Of course, my dear!“