Deux cavaliers de l’orage

“They threw themselves at each other.
As he broke free from his brother’s arms, Mon Cadet rubbed his head against Marceau’s chest. He heard the furious, muffled thuds again. He realized it was his brother’s heartbeat; he, on the other hand, felt clean, crisp, dry, and hard as a spindle. He was slipping out of Marceau’s grasp, so he plucked up his courage and pressed his shoulder firmly against Marceau’s stomach. He tried to wrap his arms around him. Marceau grabbed him by the hips and lifted him up.”