endlessairship | (Reply)

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*With slow, lithe movement, Kalluto sprang out of his ball, maintaining the momentum as he crawled forward. The gown's thick, crimson velvet hugged the subtle curves of his shoulders, spine and hips, and hung loose enough that his underwear, his otherwise bare body were clearly visible through the plunging neckline. He took care to keep his chest high, well clear of his brother's, to keep his hands and feet from touching where Killua sprawled.*

I'm not in a hurry.

*He crawled, unaware that every movement of his limbs dragged the soft material across his brother, the agonising pace only stopping when their faces were aligned.*

This is fine, for now?