Zarius' pupils contracted as Liam got up, starting to move away only for his back to slam into the cold surface of the lockers. He yelped, which was soon muffled by the lip. He felt his face heat up and he bit back a moan as he felt the large hands grip his ass firmly, squeezing it. He lightly panted, gasping for breath as Liam broke the kiss. His pupils contracted further and he dug his nails into the male's shoulder; his head forced to tilt back against the lockers as the male's lips made quick work of his neck.
Tobias' pupils dilated as he watched his brother pin the brunette against the lockers, his wings itching to form. He rubbed his hand along the large tattoos spanning across his back in an attempt to ease the discomfort. He bit his lip, playing with the piercing as he watched, focusing on the sounds the smaller made, or tried to hide. He grinned as Liam backed away, but still hesitated in stepping forwards. This caused Zarius to slip away from the two, backing away across the lockers, attempting to turn around the corner. Tobias' eyes narrowed and he stepped forwards, enclosing his hand around Zarius' wrist, tugging him roughly into his chest, his free hand gripping his waist tightly. A low growl escaped Tobias' throat, drowning out Zarius' yelp at the tight grip.