*Kalluto whimpered under his breath as his brother touched his back. He curled against the stimulation, his body screaming that Killua against his bare skin was too much, not enough, just right. Shy to look Killua in the eyes, now, he let his head fall gracefully onto his shoulder, his cheek brushing Killua's neck.*
Sorry. I'm used to wearing the robes and undergarments all the time. Please don't stop.
*As he spoke, Kalluto's lips brushed against Killua's neck like rocks skipping along the surface of a lake. His voice, just short of begging, was felt against Killua's skin more than it was heard.
No matter how much effort and strain was behind its momentum, all rocks must eventually sink.*
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Date: 2023-09-12 04:00 pm (UTC)Sorry. I'm used to wearing the robes and undergarments all the time. Please don't stop.
*As he spoke, Kalluto's lips brushed against Killua's neck like rocks skipping along the surface of a lake. His voice, just short of begging, was felt against Killua's skin more than it was heard.
No matter how much effort and strain was behind its momentum, all rocks must eventually sink.*