*As they drop, Killua steadies and braces Kalluto as best he can. Barely able to move, Kalluto's thighs drape over his brother's as he falls into his lap, shoulders alighting delicately onto the floor, head rolling back just as slowly onto the floor from being tucked against his chest. They lay sprawled in a pile, their pulses like jack-hammers pressed against everywhere the other touches.

Buried under soft, barely perceptible puffs, the desperation and vulnerability from moments ago can be found. Like bile rushing up the back of his throat, Kalluto can feel the surging need to panic, to root out the weakness.

Instead he swallows.*

I want to kiss you again, Kiru~

*He doesn't even make an attempt to move.*