[far too little, far too late. the concept of "love" is so twisted and blackened in his mind, it'd take a fucking miracle to knock some reality back into touya's head regarding notions of love and family. but at least natsuo's managed to grasp a tether of it, keeping some semblance of those two ideals from vanishing entirely in dabi's mind.
anyone else will be curtly brushed aside. fuyumi doesn't understand. shouto's just a replacement. rei's a weak coward. and enji... enough said.]
Heh, wouldn't want him to see this anyways. [not out of any sense of shame, but purely out of a selfish want to keep his brother and his antics to themselves.] Ya got a bit of a medical kink, dontcha, Natsuo. Hot doctors, affairs, sexy physicals.
[touya gives him a lazy grin down the length of his body.]
It's kinda cute. And hot. [whether it's personal interest or natsuo's way of rebelling and taking control of his own life, or just part of his younger brother being fucked in the head like the rest of them, dabi's supportive.] Do I get a sucker for passin?
[the latter part trails off in a soft exhale and his eyes lid behind his bangs. having only a few remaining places of healthy skin means attention played to those areas is almost double. or he's greedy about it. natsuo's cool fingers press his balls into his palm, rolling and kneading gently, and touya drops his head onto his hands again, one leg bending at the knee to press his foot against the hem of the bed.]
Fuck...
[don't call him "weirdo" when you're palming your brother's balls, weirdo. it's almost annoying when natsuo finally lets him go. somehow dabi's remained free of cancer as well, but probably due to his body consuming itself in other ways. a chunk of charcoal as no business getting sick.
he picks his head back up as his brother backs off, sharp eyes burning with a cool blue flame. following natsuo's hands down to his jeans and the resulting scuff of denim along his legs.] S'a good color on ya... [the teal boxer briefs. clinging in all the right places as they bunch and scrape down his brother's legs. long, muscular, athletic, envious.... it's been a ten years since he's seen natsuo naked, eyes staying on him as he strips his pants from his ankles. jealous, sure, but not angry. even cocky enough to give a lazy whistle of admiration as he checks out his little brother's dick. big. damn, just like the rest of him. (come on, natsuo, that's not a comparison question he needs answered.)
but it's getting answered regardless and touya pushes himself backwards on the bed, crawling up it so they're not hanging their legs off the edge. a lazy flop back on the bed again and-] Oof. [-he's got natsuo settling atop him. immediately swamping him with the dual sensation of his brother's naked body and soft skin pressing against his own, and the blessed coolness that spreads all over. the low sigh from touya's half-burned lips is undeniable in its relief and longing. he's missed this... so much.]
Mmhm... [all he bothers to say as he leans into the kiss, returning the claim with a heat and desire he's not shy about expressing. one burned arm winding around his brother's broad shoulders, the other burying his fingers into his spiky white hair, thumb playing with one of those hanging forelocks. at least natsuo still gives a shit about him.] Ya feel good, Natsuo.
no subject
anyone else will be curtly brushed aside. fuyumi doesn't understand. shouto's just a replacement. rei's a weak coward. and enji... enough said.]
Heh, wouldn't want him to see this anyways. [not out of any sense of shame, but purely out of a selfish want to keep his brother and his antics to themselves.] Ya got a bit of a medical kink, dontcha, Natsuo. Hot doctors, affairs, sexy physicals.
[touya gives him a lazy grin down the length of his body.]
It's kinda cute. And hot. [whether it's personal interest or natsuo's way of rebelling and taking control of his own life, or just part of his younger brother being fucked in the head like the rest of them, dabi's supportive.] Do I get a sucker for passin?
[the latter part trails off in a soft exhale and his eyes lid behind his bangs. having only a few remaining places of healthy skin means attention played to those areas is almost double. or he's greedy about it. natsuo's cool fingers press his balls into his palm, rolling and kneading gently, and touya drops his head onto his hands again, one leg bending at the knee to press his foot against the hem of the bed.]
Fuck...
[don't call him "weirdo" when you're palming your brother's balls, weirdo. it's almost annoying when natsuo finally lets him go. somehow dabi's remained free of cancer as well, but probably due to his body consuming itself in other ways. a chunk of charcoal as no business getting sick.
he picks his head back up as his brother backs off, sharp eyes burning with a cool blue flame. following natsuo's hands down to his jeans and the resulting scuff of denim along his legs.] S'a good color on ya... [the teal boxer briefs. clinging in all the right places as they bunch and scrape down his brother's legs. long, muscular, athletic, envious.... it's been a ten years since he's seen natsuo naked, eyes staying on him as he strips his pants from his ankles. jealous, sure, but not angry. even cocky enough to give a lazy whistle of admiration as he checks out his little brother's dick. big. damn, just like the rest of him. (come on, natsuo, that's not a comparison question he needs answered.)
but it's getting answered regardless and touya pushes himself backwards on the bed, crawling up it so they're not hanging their legs off the edge. a lazy flop back on the bed again and-] Oof. [-he's got natsuo settling atop him. immediately swamping him with the dual sensation of his brother's naked body and soft skin pressing against his own, and the blessed coolness that spreads all over. the low sigh from touya's half-burned lips is undeniable in its relief and longing. he's missed this... so much.]
Mmhm... [all he bothers to say as he leans into the kiss, returning the claim with a heat and desire he's not shy about expressing. one burned arm winding around his brother's broad shoulders, the other burying his fingers into his spiky white hair, thumb playing with one of those hanging forelocks. at least natsuo still gives a shit about him.] Ya feel good, Natsuo.