*kalluto's increasingly frenzied reactions excite killua, from his probing tongue to his legs slinging tight around his waist. he looks -- unhinged, the proper, porcelain-doll facade that he'd come to know shattered, raw desire on display. killua drinks in each irregular breath as it exits his brother's lungs, hot enough to melt the plastic of their surroundings.*
--harder?
*he confirms with a grunt as he pushes kalluto back against the wall with the force of his whole body, lifting and grinding his knee into the apex of his thighs. one of his hands grips his hair, the other slides down to the middle of his back and arches his chest forward so he can duck down into it and ravage his throat with more kisses.*
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Date: 2023-10-22 05:02 am (UTC)--harder?
*he confirms with a grunt as he pushes kalluto back against the wall with the force of his whole body, lifting and grinding his knee into the apex of his thighs. one of his hands grips his hair, the other slides down to the middle of his back and arches his chest forward so he can duck down into it and ravage his throat with more kisses.*