[He's done talking. Now's the time for action. He kisses Touya again, still hungry, never satisfied by just bites of this fruit he's just now tasting. Lips parted, desperate for more. When Touya parts his lips, tongue thrust into his mouth, Natsuo lets it, sucks on it while his tongue slides along with it.
Despite how wrong it is, how fucked up, he's never felt more right.
Everything is warm from Touya's body. So he keeps his cold. He's a little worried that he'd loos control, but his quirk is meager compared to his brother's, and the cold doesn't bother Touya anyway.
As his brother wraps around him, his body shudders at the new sensation of the stables grazing his skin. It's not bad, not when they're warm with body heat.
They keep kissing and rutting against each other for a while, panting when they part for breath, soft moans escaping Natsuo's lips.
After a bit of this, he pulls away, moving his hands to his brother's chest, groping his pectorals as he gazes down with a soft, pleased smile playing on his lips. (He also takes the opportunity to compare, and yup, he's bigger. Very close to the same girth, but he's two centimeters longer. He'll use this information later)
He flicks his thumb over the undamaged nipple, watching the pink little harden under his touch.]
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[He's done talking. Now's the time for action. He kisses Touya again, still hungry, never satisfied by just bites of this fruit he's just now tasting. Lips parted, desperate for more. When Touya parts his lips, tongue thrust into his mouth, Natsuo lets it, sucks on it while his tongue slides along with it.
Despite how wrong it is, how fucked up, he's never felt more right.
Everything is warm from Touya's body. So he keeps his cold. He's a little worried that he'd loos control, but his quirk is meager compared to his brother's, and the cold doesn't bother Touya anyway.
As his brother wraps around him, his body shudders at the new sensation of the stables grazing his skin. It's not bad, not when they're warm with body heat.
They keep kissing and rutting against each other for a while, panting when they part for breath, soft moans escaping Natsuo's lips.
After a bit of this, he pulls away, moving his hands to his brother's chest, groping his pectorals as he gazes down with a soft, pleased smile playing on his lips. (He also takes the opportunity to compare, and yup, he's bigger. Very close to the same girth, but he's two centimeters longer. He'll use this information later)
He flicks his thumb over the undamaged nipple, watching the pink little harden under his touch.]