*With anguished cries, Kalluto leans forward, sinking more of his body weight into Killua's arms as they hold him up. He wants to tilt his neck back, wants Killua to kiss him, but can't unclench everything that's making him hunch, from dipping shoulders that push his chest together down to toes unnaturally curled around themselves.
As he flexes out the fingers, the hand around his brother's nipple falls, nails digging across Killua's chest with just the weight of the arm, soon falling loose, only following the trajectory down to between his legs. He pries into the space between his clenching thighs which barely have room for one arm, almost bruising already from the pressure, and manages to squeeze in a hand, more fingers, more stimulation.
It's then that he notices Killua shifting himself, not redirecting Kalluto, to poise his own nebulous bundle of pelvic nerves against Kalluto's pneumatic elbow. He is awash with guilt that he ever imagined Killua could be compared to his other brothers, a flash which dissolves against more wracking rhapsodies. The contrast, the fresh slate flooding with warmth and comfort and light, has him brimming with euphoria, spilling out in words he did not expect - especially a nickname which he thought was forever lost among the sands of time and the machinations of Illumi.*
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Date: 2023-10-21 08:07 pm (UTC)As he flexes out the fingers, the hand around his brother's nipple falls, nails digging across Killua's chest with just the weight of the arm, soon falling loose, only following the trajectory down to between his legs. He pries into the space between his clenching thighs which barely have room for one arm, almost bruising already from the pressure, and manages to squeeze in a hand, more fingers, more stimulation.
It's then that he notices Killua shifting himself, not redirecting Kalluto, to poise his own nebulous bundle of pelvic nerves against Kalluto's pneumatic elbow. He is awash with guilt that he ever imagined Killua could be compared to his other brothers, a flash which dissolves against more wracking rhapsodies. The contrast, the fresh slate flooding with warmth and comfort and light, has him brimming with euphoria, spilling out in words he did not expect - especially a nickname which he thought was forever lost among the sands of time and the machinations of Illumi.*
I love you, Kiru...