*killua drools into his brother's mouth, tongue lapping sloppily against his until they disconnect with a wet burst of saliva that trickles down his trousers, soaking into his monogrammed underwear. he shudders with pleasure at the spread of moisture between his legs, simulating what he would already have produced were he still able to shed precum. he knocks his hips forward eagerly, mumbling,*

let me...

*his feet follow his hips, crowding kalluto backwards, moving him all the way up to the closet wall. with his hands behind his head he cradles him from slamming against it too hard even as his spine aligns with the clear plastic, taking his mouth again as he slides a knee between his quivering thighs.*