*killua's heart pounds as kalluto's hand slips down between them, snaking into his underwear to grope for his missing genitals, pressing into the null spot where they should be. his plea reminds him of when alluka first begged him to give her boyfriend kisses, frustrated with the chaste, familial kisses he'd been planting on her skin. she wanted more of him, and now so did kalluto -- and like before, he's helpless to resist giving his little siblings what they want.

it's different if we're brothers, isn't it?

the memory of kalluto's excuse from the field rings in his mind as he cups the back of kalluto's neck, tilting his face up so their lips can meet.*