*Kalluto hungrily pumps his cock, too dazed and feverish to easily find where his wayward finger can stimulate his prostate externally. His hand drops at the sound of his brother's voice calling his name again. There is charm, restraint and selfless love in the voice, and it smothers the image Kalluto had.
His fickle mind shifts in response, the Killua in his imagination pressing his chest against Kalluto's, grinding their naked bodies together, pinning and sliding Kalluto against the tiles. Kalluto slowly and firmly works his tongue in his mouth, pressing it against the back of his lips, rolling it against itself, and imagines it's Killua. His wet palm glides over his chest. He bites his lip as he pinches an already puffy nipple, shamelessly calling out, now.*
There, Killua... there, please, kiru~
*As he reached the point of no return, too eager for release to stop, he realised the voice he was hearing was too nuanced, too independent... too restrained to be his imagination. There was no room in his mind to think that the scenario he'd apologised for less than an hour ago had just played out again - crowded out by the thought that his brother was touching himself to him.
In a vain attempt to keep edging, he stilled his hands, slowing down his breathing, but Killua's breathing, now that he knew what it was about, would soon be more than enough to force him to cum.*
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:09 am (UTC)His fickle mind shifts in response, the Killua in his imagination pressing his chest against Kalluto's, grinding their naked bodies together, pinning and sliding Kalluto against the tiles. Kalluto slowly and firmly works his tongue in his mouth, pressing it against the back of his lips, rolling it against itself, and imagines it's Killua. His wet palm glides over his chest. He bites his lip as he pinches an already puffy nipple, shamelessly calling out, now.*
There, Killua... there, please, kiru~
*As he reached the point of no return, too eager for release to stop, he realised the voice he was hearing was too nuanced, too independent... too restrained to be his imagination. There was no room in his mind to think that the scenario he'd apologised for less than an hour ago had just played out again - crowded out by the thought that his brother was touching himself to him.
In a vain attempt to keep edging, he stilled his hands, slowing down his breathing, but Killua's breathing, now that he knew what it was about, would soon be more than enough to force him to cum.*