barbieland room (NSFW ACCIDENTALLY)

[devil_or_angle]

*there's a new door in the hallway. it's pink. thinking alluka will surely love whatever is behind it, killua turns the handle and heads in to make sure it's safe. his eyes are immediately assaulted with a plastic world made up of the brightest candy-colors he's ever seen, so startling that it takes him a moment to realize that even his clothes have changed to match, trading out his turtleneck and jeans for an open teal-and-pink striped shirt and identically-patterned shorts. he grimaces down at the dorky getup before venturing further inside, wondering if he might be able to find a change of clothes in one of the pink, multi-story houses lining the shiny cul-de-sac.*

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[devil_or_angle]

*bewildered by his brother's commitment to the bit, killua can't help but snort.* you're not making any sense.

*he eyes him carefully, hands stuffed safely back into his pockets to prevent them from investigating his altered body any further, though they itch with the urge to. he can't quite calculate kalluto's angle, unsure if he's just toying with him or really means what he's implying. he leans back at the hip, hefting his shoulders.*

...i don't have what you want.

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto giggled, his grin from ear to ear almost showing his teeth, save for his hand covering his mouth. He shifted his own upper body closer to Killua. Their faces were close, but not quite so much that they could smell each other's breath - a distance Kalluto had committed to memory from the field and had decided was too intimate for his brother's liking.

He wasn't sure what to do with his hands once the one near his face dropped back to his side. He hauled them up again, intending to rest them palms flat against Killua's chest, but backed out, opting instead to clasp them together in front of his own.*

I don't know what I want, remember? But I think what you have is what I need.

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*killua glimpses the stunted movement of kalluto's hands toward his chest before he retreats and his heart slams against his ribs, surely audible to kalluto's keen ears by now. how can he possibly be so flustered when he doesn't even have the organs to arouse? his brother is getting under his skin in a way that's deeper than just sexual, burrowing into his brain and blood as members of their family are wont to do.*

...and what would that be?

*he'd better not say a boat.*

[descendsanathema]

I don't... know. But it's so much easier to think about now without so much... machinery getting in the way. I just like being around you.

*He sighed, his whole form almost deflating to hang against his brother. Wet lips murmured against Killua's bare chest.*

I've been getting weird... thoughts... lately. The other day, while I was in the shower, they were so...vivid. It was exciting and scary.

*Killua might have felt the lips curling against his skin.*

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's own lips feel dry as dust, kalluto's confession wringing him out from the inside. could it possibly be that his fantasies were realer than he thought? that he'd... heard? killua tries to stay cool, but he's sweating bullets beneath his denim.*

was that... after...

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto perked up, tilting his head to face Killua, lips nonchalantly brushing against his brother's thumping chest.*

...straight after that picnic, yeah. I love the spring, but I really wasn't ready for just how much dust and dirt clung to my skin, and a lot was exposed that day.

*He smirked.*

I'm normally so quick to scrub up, but I was in there for over an hour...

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*killua clears his throat, only to mumble,* you don't say.

*there's still a chance he didn't hear, or at least didn't realize what he heard, but it dwindles with every second that smirk persists on his face. fully accepting that he's been caught, now, killua dares to slip a hand back out of his pocket and rest it on his brother's shoulder, fingers just lightly brushing the nape of his neck. he meets his gaze squarely despite the blush on his skin.*

...what kind of thoughts were you having?

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto spoke in a warm, bright voice. He felt detached from what he was describing, he thought, due to his current state, but his voice bled passion.*

It started with the shower water. It felt so good against my skin... every steaming spike of water hitting me like a drill before collapsing into a shockwave of contented nerves. My hands were everywhere, my thoughts were everywhere. I just wanted to be touched...

*His eyes squeezed shut and his shoulder shivered where Killua's hand was on it. He took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes again.*

...everywhere.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's fingers explore the junction between kalluto's shoulder and neck, thumb running back and forth along his collarbone as he regales him with his experience. his skin feels unnaturally smooth and perfect, free from the scars of his harsh training -- another side effect of the room, he assumes. like they're made of plastic like everything else.

but kalluto is not made of plastic. he's more real now than he's ever been, his words flowing like poetry, quivering like a blossoming flower in his palm. he's never seen him so open, so raw.

killua's breath hitches slightly before he responds.*

so you touched yourself.

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto gently shifted his upper body to press against Killua's hand, the two of them freezing in the pregnant pause before Killua replies.

When he does, Kalluto's heart thumps his chest, rattling his body enough that his pulse feels clear to Killua's fingers.

He frees one hand, extends one fingernail, and strokes the underside of Killua's arm.*

And I was thinking of you. Couldn't get your voice out of my head.

*Kalluto urgently wanted to be enveloped by him.*

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*killua gulps. it's becoming increasingly clear that his feelings are reciprocated, the guilt he'd been harboring over his own act of passion dissipating when kalluto goes on to reveal that he'd done exactly the same thing, touched himself to illicit fantasies of his brother. as the reality of this sinks in, killua's complexion darkens, blood pooling under his skin with nowhere else for it to pump.*

there's... there's nothing wrong with that.

*he clears his throat again, trying to force certainty to his statement even when he'd just been beating himself up for its wrongness moments before. his new perspective on it makes a big difference -- if it's reciprocal... what's the harm? he slides his hand up into kalluto's hair, nails scraping gently over the buzzed curve of his scalp.*

i don't mind.

[descendsanathema]

*As Killua moves his arm, Kalluto doesn't lift his hand to meet it, letting it hang limp again as he focused on Killua's nails, tender against a scalp sensitive from the shorter cut.

Kalluto shuddered again, as though in slow motion, at Killua's words giving him something - a little stronger than permission - to touch himself. Before he knew it, a hand had worked its way inside his underwear. He didn't notice. The area was more sensitive than, say, his arm, but nowhere near the level of stimulation that he suddenly needed.

He groaned.*

I want you to kiss me.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's heart pounds as kalluto's hand slips down between them, snaking into his underwear to grope for his missing genitals, pressing into the null spot where they should be. his plea reminds him of when alluka first begged him to give her boyfriend kisses, frustrated with the chaste, familial kisses he'd been planting on her skin. she wanted more of him, and now so did kalluto -- and like before, he's helpless to resist giving his little siblings what they want.

it's different if we're brothers, isn't it?

the memory of kalluto's excuse from the field rings in his mind as he cups the back of kalluto's neck, tilting his face up so their lips can meet.*

[descendsanathema]

*As Kalluto's lips brush against Killua's, he puckers his lips to press firmly, everything else above the shoulders reduced to putty in his brother's hand. Even his tongue feels both too heavy to move and light enough that Killua could move it anywhere he pleased.

His fist opens up, pushes off his chest, but doesn't hang against Killua's chest, palm flat. Splayed fingers fan across bare skin, rubbing and curling around his big brother's nipple when the searching touch yields it.

Kalluto presses his other palm hard against his null spot, hoping a deep enough impression might yield a bunch of nerves if he finds the right location and angle.

Images from when Kalluto was fantasising in the shower flashed into and out of his awareness, becoming gradually more erotic in nature until his whole body was sweltering.*

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's back arches at kalluto's touch, drawing his hand deeper into the dip of his ribs. despite his lack of sexual organs his nipple still stiffens between his brother's fingers, his heart jolting with pleasure under his palm that stays bundled up in his chest instead of zipping down to his pelvis.

it's like -- edging, agonizing but somehow rewarding in its frustration. but more importantly, it makes space for him to focus on kalluto, set his own doomed desire aside completely to really hone in on his every response. pressing his tongue against the tight pucker of his lips, he coaxes his mouth open and curls inside it, wondering if his insides have retained their sensitivity even with the outsides smoothed over.*

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto's lips press. He imagines his lips as the entrance missing from between his legs, the tongue stronger, the tongue his brother's cock, the tongue against his neck. His mind dances as Killua pushes him apart, gives him room to tighten around him, leaves him broken and whole.

Kalluto is on his back, wondrous friction peeling skin between his ankles as they grind together behind Killua's neck. He's in sixty-nine, a razor-sharp tongue piercing smooth skin-plastic, digging up skin-flesh, the sailor a pirate, the "X" where a penis should be.

He's standing, stiffly curled fingers slamming into himself, pleasure as droplets sweat, trickle and quench through the concrete dam, fingers bruising and straining as mad fervour eschews trained safeguards. As the tongue works through his mouth he wishes it were bigger, so much bigger, wanted this duality of his brother's intent and feelings to fill his whole body, to press against every inch of his skin from the inside.*

[devil_or_angle]

*the way kalluto's lips pull tight around his tongue, killua can almost believe he's entering him in a different manner, his missing cock splitting him open and thrusting hot inside him. the simulation of it is enough to get him rocking his hips, null crotch bumping eagerly into his brother's hand working down below. he forces himself deeper into the only hole he's got, scraping against his molars as he tilts his head back for better access, brings his other hand up to his neck and thumbs his fervid pulse.*

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto softens the urging pressure from his lips, writhing wet and snug around Killua's tongue as it slides and pushes through his mouth. His brother's pubic bone thumps into the back of his hand through their clothes.

He threads the needle, finds something as close as he'll get to a prostate in their plastic prisons. He whimpers, knees buckling, as a screaming moan shakes Killua everywhere they're touching. As Kalluto's frame drops, the hand around his brother's nipple is clenched and twisting, pulling on the sensitive nub like a spanner he'd stepped on with his whole weight. He falls inches then recovers, his elbow digging between Killua's thighs as his arm twists, seeking the best leverage to hammer the nerves he just found.*

[devil_or_angle]

*their mouths break apart in a slap of spit when kalluto wails, doubling over as his fingers mash the button he's just found. it seems his inner nerves are still intact even without a point to access them, just like the ones that sting when kalluto twists killua's nipple, causing him to draw in a choked gasp. pain like this, he's used to, breathes through it and hunches over to gather kalluto closer to his chest, lessening the pull. his arms hold him secure as he writhes and moans, angling his hips so his jerking elbow grinds into his own enshrouded erogenous zone. all the while he watches, lips parted to pant, feeling unusually lucid and seizing the opportunity to soak in the sight of his brother in ecstasy.*

[descendsanathema]

*With anguished cries, Kalluto leans forward, sinking more of his body weight into Killua's arms as they hold him up. He wants to tilt his neck back, wants Killua to kiss him, but can't unclench everything that's making him hunch, from dipping shoulders that push his chest together down to toes unnaturally curled around themselves.

As he flexes out the fingers, the hand around his brother's nipple falls, nails digging across Killua's chest with just the weight of the arm, soon falling loose, only following the trajectory down to between his legs. He pries into the space between his clenching thighs which barely have room for one arm, almost bruising already from the pressure, and manages to squeeze in a hand, more fingers, more stimulation.

It's then that he notices Killua shifting himself, not redirecting Kalluto, to poise his own nebulous bundle of pelvic nerves against Kalluto's pneumatic elbow. He is awash with guilt that he ever imagined Killua could be compared to his other brothers, a flash which dissolves against more wracking rhapsodies. The contrast, the fresh slate flooding with warmth and comfort and light, has him brimming with euphoria, spilling out in words he did not expect - especially a nickname which he thought was forever lost among the sands of time and the machinations of Illumi.*

I love you, Kiru...

[devil_or_angle]

*killua gives a groan as kalluto drags his hand down his chest, elbow rubbing against his brother's crotch in his urgency to cram his hands between his thighs. hearing that nickname in his voice, strained with ecstasy and love, could rewrite every cruel iteration of it illumi ever spoke, make it something just their own. it could only be better if he were causing that clawing, curling pleasure himself.*

karu...

*seeing how much he's struggling to get the right stimulation, killua wonders how he can help. he realizes, ironically, that in pushing against kalluto's elbow to stimulate himself, he's adding to the pressure of his hand, and he holds his head ducked against his chest as he rolls his body against his, a rocking ship on stormy seas.*

[descendsanathema]

*When Killua calls him that, he relaxes and tightens himself all over as the sound wafts through memories, equal parts lucid, dull and void, all resonating and bright when it passes. Killua's whole body urges itself against Kalluto's sweet spot through his arm, choking short a a howling moan to a whimpering gasp. He bucks his own hips into the motion, a body out of control that defrosts the catatonia that wanted to push him into a little ball before.

His back arches, now, and as he shifts his other hand on top of the one whose arm Killua is thrusting, he torques his whole upper body down into the distal joints of his fingers. It's his brother now who is compressed, chin tucked against his chest, and the earlier pang of wanting to kiss him surges up again, unruly deafening.*

Kiss me. Please~

[devil_or_angle]

*that gasp is catnip to killua, sending a jolt through his body that ricochets all around his skeleton, for lack of a landing point. his clarity blurs, the desire to get his brother mewling urging his hips forward. his lips lunge for his brother's, tongue pushing into him along with kalluto's own fingers in the phantom space between his legs.*

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto sucks at Killua's tongue greedily as his humming sends vibrations that jar Killua's whole body - his lips writhing against his brother in a frenzied alternation between letting him in and keeping his tongue in place. His imagination sprints in all directions, wanting all of Killua in his mouth, piecemeal, so he can suck hard on every inch of him.

His arm is already beginning to cramp up, the position not suited to any muscle memory he's developed through training, his naive endurance neglected because of the specialist role he plays. Kalluto separates his mouth from Killua's with a loud, wet pop. As Kalluto speaks, the laden centre of a string of saliva between their mouths first hangs, droops, then snaps, falling against Killua's stomach, some moisture splashing past the gap in Killua's loose jeans to wet his null crotch.*

More. N-need... more...

[devil_or_angle]

*killua drools into his brother's mouth, tongue lapping sloppily against his until they disconnect with a wet burst of saliva that trickles down his trousers, soaking into his monogrammed underwear. he shudders with pleasure at the spread of moisture between his legs, simulating what he would already have produced were he still able to shed precum. he knocks his hips forward eagerly, mumbling,*

let me...

*his feet follow his hips, crowding kalluto backwards, moving him all the way up to the closet wall. with his hands behind his head he cradles him from slamming against it too hard even as his spine aligns with the clear plastic, taking his mouth again as he slides a knee between his quivering thighs.*