*Kalluto's lips press. He imagines his lips as the entrance missing from between his legs, the tongue stronger, the tongue his brother's cock, the tongue against his neck. His mind dances as Killua pushes him apart, gives him room to tighten around him, leaves him broken and whole.
Kalluto is on his back, wondrous friction peeling skin between his ankles as they grind together behind Killua's neck. He's in sixty-nine, a razor-sharp tongue piercing smooth skin-plastic, digging up skin-flesh, the sailor a pirate, the "X" where a penis should be.
He's standing, stiffly curled fingers slamming into himself, pleasure as droplets sweat, trickle and quench through the concrete dam, fingers bruising and straining as mad fervour eschews trained safeguards. As the tongue works through his mouth he wishes it were bigger, so much bigger, wanted this duality of his brother's intent and feelings to fill his whole body, to press against every inch of his skin from the inside.*
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Date: 2023-10-20 07:59 am (UTC)Kalluto is on his back, wondrous friction peeling skin between his ankles as they grind together behind Killua's neck. He's in sixty-nine, a razor-sharp tongue piercing smooth skin-plastic, digging up skin-flesh, the sailor a pirate, the "X" where a penis should be.
He's standing, stiffly curled fingers slamming into himself, pleasure as droplets sweat, trickle and quench through the concrete dam, fingers bruising and straining as mad fervour eschews trained safeguards. As the tongue works through his mouth he wishes it were bigger, so much bigger, wanted this duality of his brother's intent and feelings to fill his whole body, to press against every inch of his skin from the inside.*