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"Come here," Daeron whispered to the ceiling, feeling Valarr's lips against his jaw and then his mouth a moment later. He opened his eyes and glanced his brother's way, looking at those hollow, lidded eyes; Aerion's teeth dug into his lip, stained with wine dark enough to be blood. He looked hungry, like he had a taste for something more substantial than wine. Daeron's stomach turned, though not from nausea this time.
"You should kiss him," Valarr murmured against Daeron's mouth, that drunken giggle buzzing at his skin as Valarr rasped his teeth against the apple of Daeron's cheek, sighing as he pressed the bridge of his nose into his temple.
"You want me to kiss my brother?" Daeron asked, though half the words were slurred and so quiet he suspected only Valarr may have heard him.
"I kissed your brother… he can tell us who is better at it," Valarr glanced sideways at Aerion, "look at him. If he wants to be involved, involve him."