*He felt a tingle of anticipation run across his cheek, spreading warmth through to his core that lingered even after Killua fastened his hand and arm, then made them drop to the floor, their task abandoned. His brother's hand looked delicate and precious against the soft, undulating velvet that spanned a bridge between their bodies, like the vibrant lining of a jewellery case. Knowing Killua wanted to touch him, now, was almost as good as the touch itself.
He closed his eyes, suddenly awash with sadness. What the fuck did their family teach him? A craving for sensory release surged rapidly through the bottom of him, competing impulses swirling and breaking against each other where there was a vacuum a few seconds ago.*
I want to sunbathe, on a deck, in calm waters.
*He scooted a little closer to Killua, as close as he could without crushing their hand between their bodies.*
When I wake up.
*He relaxed, drained of expectation, knowing he could happily bundle himself in his massive gown and doze, even if his brother were to leave now.*
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Date: 2023-11-03 09:33 pm (UTC)He closed his eyes, suddenly awash with sadness. What the fuck did their family teach him? A craving for sensory release surged rapidly through the bottom of him, competing impulses swirling and breaking against each other where there was a vacuum a few seconds ago.*
I want to sunbathe, on a deck, in calm waters.
*He scooted a little closer to Killua, as close as he could without crushing their hand between their bodies.*
When I wake up.
*He relaxed, drained of expectation, knowing he could happily bundle himself in his massive gown and doze, even if his brother were to leave now.*