*at kalluto's teasing touch, killua gulps down a hot drizzle of arousal that follows the path traced down to his stomach, but, curiously, stops and settles there, not venturing beneath his waistband the way his brother's fingertip is. with a conspicuous clearing of his throat, he tugs his jeans up by the belt loops, jerking hips bumping kalluto's finger free.*

why don't you check your underwear and find out?

*he immediately regrets his hasty, haughty retort, face flushing anew at the realization he's just invited kalluto to undress just as he is trying to share as little skin with him as possible.*