*Kalluto's grip tightens the instant he hears his name, his slicked, stiff cock gliding through maddened, lengthy strokes, urged forwards and backwards with impetuous hips. His bare ass makes wet noise as it slaps the hard tiles of the wall. With no experience, he imagines the squelch to be the sounds of his brother sliding into him, the moistened friction, just a little too hard - Kalluto knows that Killua knows the comfortable discomfort just as well as him, the only way any of them can properly relax.
The panting continues, Kalluto unable to tell where his begins, where his brother's ends. He buckles, almost crumpling, as the delirious, involuntary crunches of his toes, calves and inner thighs threaten his balance. He finds purchase by spreading his legs out, pivoting a foot outwards, turning on the heel, the ball, the heel of his foot and sinking his knees into a squat, leaned against the wall, his hips and chin tilting upwards, his arched back straining as he lengthens his chest, imagines Killua splitting him open, his insides molten and malleable as his brother's cock shapes him, Kalluto giving himself over completely to him. He's pumping his cock faster and harder than he's ever remembered when a name falls out of his mouth.
"Kiru~"
As a stray finger brushes past his testicles, the voice of his brother calling his name echoes through his mind, drills hard against him like the pleasantly searing shower water. As the name he just used plays on his mind, he's on the edge of diving what's peculiar about it, but can't and won't move through the fog of lust to find it.*
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Date: 2023-10-04 03:25 am (UTC)The panting continues, Kalluto unable to tell where his begins, where his brother's ends. He buckles, almost crumpling, as the delirious, involuntary crunches of his toes, calves and inner thighs threaten his balance. He finds purchase by spreading his legs out, pivoting a foot outwards, turning on the heel, the ball, the heel of his foot and sinking his knees into a squat, leaned against the wall, his hips and chin tilting upwards, his arched back straining as he lengthens his chest, imagines Killua splitting him open, his insides molten and malleable as his brother's cock shapes him, Kalluto giving himself over completely to him. He's pumping his cock faster and harder than he's ever remembered when a name falls out of his mouth.
"Kiru~"
As a stray finger brushes past his testicles, the voice of his brother calling his name echoes through his mind, drills hard against him like the pleasantly searing shower water. As the name he just used plays on his mind, he's on the edge of diving what's peculiar about it, but can't and won't move through the fog of lust to find it.*