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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[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto closed his eyes, knees and elbows compressing further, a tighter ball, feet pushing off the floor with tiny motions that barely move him. It wasn't obvious whether this was for comfort or to help him think, least of all to Kalluto.

Abruptly, he stopped, deftly balanced on the balls of his feet, his head tilting level to look at Killua as his ankles flexed, slowly lowering his feet flat, staring into Killua's eyes with keen intent. A sullen pout hung off his face, shaken off bit by bit by every blink.*

I need... I want...

I want you to need me. I don't like being a doll. A pet. A mascot.

*He bit off the last word with disgust, suddenly aware that he was being silly about his intelligence role in the Troupe. Phinks hated when he belittled himself like this. So, he resented the idea of being someone's passion project, too, but kept that behind his teeth, grateful to this Killua.*

What do you need? I can... try to do it.

*Please. I can be enough.*

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's heart leaps at his brother's insistence, each beat a pang as he struggles with his desire to placate him and his far of going too far and making another mess of things. all he's left with is sullen indecision.*

i don't know what i need.

*he sighs, rocking on his haunches until he finally tips back and sprawls out on the glittery pink plastic floor, chest sinking into his denim vest.*

...i guess i need you to give me time to figure it out.

[descendsanathema]

*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?

[devil_or_angle]

*as kalluto crawls toward him, killua stiffens, bracing himself for the flat press of crotch-against-crotch that never comes. instead there's only the brush of draping fabric, just enough to make the unresolved bundle of arousal in his stomach quiver. he blinks up at his brother, brow creased in apprehension, but tentatively accepts the truce.*

yeah.

[descendsanathema]

*Content with the position, but the second wind rapidly draining, Kalluto pushes off of his left side, deftly wrenching his arms to turn 180 degrees and curling his shoulders, landing softly, but padded again by the velvet still draping Killua, the vest-exposed chest covered. Kalluto moved an inch, and he was nestled near Killua, barely touching him.*

But don't hold out on me. I'm not like...

*He isn't sure how to word it, would rather not be clear than let more acrid tones foul his tongue. You don't go to McDonald's if your favourite restaurant's reservations are closed.*

It's being selfish in another way, you know. Putting it all on yourself.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's chest swells and dips with a breath of relief as kalluto curls beside him, the pressure of expectation slowly ebbing away. he shifts onto his side to face his brother, lips pursed in a brooding pout.*

i know. i'm sorry.

*he already feels selfish enough for wanting both of his siblings while they are forced to share him -- but what he's doing now, holding back, is supposed to be for their sakes. that's what he tells himself as he gently reaches up to brush kalluto's cheek in an aborted motion that ends with his fist falling into the narrow space between them.*

[descendsanathema]

*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.*

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's gaze follows the drape of kalluto's lashes against his cheeks, his heart swelling with the full appreciation of how vulnerable he's acting in return. warm beneath the gown's velvet folds, finally comfortably covered and at ease beside his brother, he murmurs,*

that sounds nice.