Roman had woken early as usual and gone for a run. By the time Raen woke up, Roman had returned and finished his shower. He was tucking his towel in at the hip when he heard his name called from the hallway.
“Yeah!” Roman called just as he opened the bathroom door and walked out…right into his brother. The impact was enough for Roman to grip Raen’s arm to keep him from bouncing backwards. He was so worried about Raen that it took him a moment before the smell hit him. When it did, Roman pulled on the arm he was grasping and tucked his nose into Raen’s neck and inhaled slowly. Blood rushed to his cock and it was pressing rather urgently against the towel around his waist. It wasn’t until Raen made a noise that Roman realized that he had his own brother pinned against the wall and he had his nose buried so tightly into his neck that water from his undried hair was dripping all over Raen’s nightshirt. Even then all he wanted to do was lick his skin to see if it tasted as good as it smelled.
“Hell.” He murmured and let go of Raen’s wrist first. It took all of his will to put both hands against the wall and push away. Too hard to think straight, his hardon was the last thing to move. Even then, Roman didn’t go far. All he managed was to shift to the side and press his forehead against the wall instead.
“…just…shower. Don’t worry about it.” That was all Roman could bite out when all he really wanted to do was turn him around and bury his face in the raw source of the smell. Lick it out and fill him up until he just smelled like Roman. But that was crazy and wrong.