*When he noticed Killua moving his hands, Kalluto fanned his wrists, loosening the grip he had on Killua. But Killua didn't jerk free, so Kalluto's open palms were pressed suddenly against the denim of his brother's pants. Fingers splayed out reflexively, tips scanning, searching, groping around for something he neither found nor understood. The urge dissipated, as Killua spoke, for whatever he'd just been doing.*
We're missing something.
*Kalluto presses his open palms firmly to the jeans, moves them around a little, rapidly alternating between being confused at what he was finding and horrified that he was looking. He took Killua's hands, pressing both of their entangled hands against his own absent mound.
It sunk in properly what was going on - the room had neutered them both, and the smoky, foggy, misty presence that had been occluding Kalluto's simple love for his big brother was what was gone - alongside the appendages.
But something regarding that was not how Kalluto replied. Doll or not, boy or eunuch, he was here for one thing only.*
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Date: 2023-10-18 04:12 am (UTC)We're missing something.
*Kalluto presses his open palms firmly to the jeans, moves them around a little, rapidly alternating between being confused at what he was finding and horrified that he was looking. He took Killua's hands, pressing both of their entangled hands against his own absent mound.
It sunk in properly what was going on - the room had neutered them both, and the smoky, foggy, misty presence that had been occluding Kalluto's simple love for his big brother was what was gone - alongside the appendages.
But something regarding that was not how Kalluto replied. Doll or not, boy or eunuch, he was here for one thing only.*
Yeah, we're missing a boat!