*When Killua calls him that, he relaxes and tightens himself all over as the sound wafts through memories, equal parts lucid, dull and void, all resonating and bright when it passes. Killua's whole body urges itself against Kalluto's sweet spot through his arm, choking short a a howling moan to a whimpering gasp. He bucks his own hips into the motion, a body out of control that defrosts the catatonia that wanted to push him into a little ball before.

His back arches, now, and as he shifts his other hand on top of the one whose arm Killua is thrusting, he torques his whole upper body down into the distal joints of his fingers. It's his brother now who is compressed, chin tucked against his chest, and the earlier pang of wanting to kiss him surges up again, unruly deafening.*

Kiss me. Please~