*Kalluto's back curls, his mouth rising an inch or so to meet Killua's with the elegant and lazy airs of a cat performing morning stretches. Their lips are still softly touching even as Kalluto lets himself sink again, dragging Killua down to the floor with him.

He squirms with delight, puckering his lips against his brothers' once he's against the floor again, wearing an impish grin when the kiss breaks.*

No. Not there. Take off your underwear, Ken.