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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
snitches get stitches!!!!
There's a soft sound of pleasure as he nips at his lip. It's just enough to bring his eyes down to his soft mouth before they move back up as the back of his legs bump against the log before he sinks back onto it, weak in the knees, and he he fidgets a bit as settles atop him, all too aware of the way that their hips are pushed together, of how little there is separating them when they're this close. It must because they're away from that house, hidden where no one can find them, that he has to work to keep his thoughts together. ]
I love you too, Nagito, and I will never love another as I do you.
[ Those words tremble a little at the end as the hand running down his hand makes him shiver, this grip tightening just enough to give his waist a light squeeze before it's pulled away. He allows it, letting his opposite hand to hold his waist instead, leaning in to hiss his forehead as he looks down.
He inhales as Komaeda presses his lips against his hand now, his body freezing up as he tries to maintain his composure, but his eyes are locked onto it. He's able to keep up this questionable effort to maintain his composure until the first digit slips past his mouth, and his lips part as his lungs demand air and he gulps down a deep breath. It's a jolt of lightning down his spine that causes his hips to twitch, shifting up and against the boy atop him. His palm is slick with the saliva, and he has the pleasant feeling of a tongue under his fingers and lips wrapped around them.
He swallows, his mouth growing dry, ]
N-Nagito, ah...
[ He's looking for anything to interrupt his present train of thought, but nothing comes to mind save how he might lick his way up and wrap his lips around other areas. ]
WHOEVER SNITCHES!!!
He hates the clothes between them some days. The cooling saliva on his lips and the kisses peppered gainst him, ones which he returns, don't feel like enough right now. His kisses become sharper, more eager, and by time he's parted his lips so that their tongues can meet there's an almost desperate need to have more of him rapidly building up within him. His hands slip around his waist again, slipping under his shirt once more, resting on his lower back. The words combined with the movement of his hips send another jolt of lighting through him. ]
Ah, I want to hear it... There's no sweeter sound than my name rolling off your lips...
[ He keeps his voice a low murmur in turn, pressing another kiss upon those lips as he tries to control himself. He doesn't quite manage as that uncomfortable tightness in his pants increasingly difficult to ignore. While his face grows redder at he suggestion of placing his hands any lower than they are, he allows both to slide beneath the hem of his pants, exploring his lower back and beneath while his head is pulled back and kisses trailed along his neck. For as delicate and flowery as his words are, there's nothing so pretty about the groan that comes as a response to the bite.
If he were thinking straight, he might end things here. It's nothing unusual for a newly wed couple to consummate their marriage, and he wishes to share every first from breath to sex with his brother, but there's something despicable about taking advantage of his husband and brother in the forest. But even his concerns seem to fade as his heart beats loudly and his body twitches Komaeda beneath him. He cups his hands around his buttocks in a tight squeeze, trying to pull him closer as his hips grind against him. His sex drive has always been higher, and while he's always been satisfied with however far they might go, it makes him sensitive and reactive, foggy minded and unable to resist his baser desires.
Confident and stubborn, assertive and controlling, but for as long as he can remember he's always been taught how gentle and careful he needs to be with the younger twin, and he learned through those times when he made the mistake of being rough. Affectionate and doting, careful and kind, and so horribly in love that he's putty in his hands alone. This side of Sou Hiyori, so lovestruck that he's a little clumsy and a little awkward and so willing to melt into the touch of another, is an offering given to Komaeda alone. ]
I love you, Nacchan... I love you, Nagito... I don't need anyone or anything but you...
[ The words come out breathy as another shiver works its way down his spine and his hands come out from beneath the hem of his pants to rub his thighs. He wants to beg him to stay by his side always, for every hardship he endures and every miracle he performs is for him to see, but fear of ruining this moment holds him back. Instead what slips out is, ]
I want to share everything with you...
Re: STOPPPP WHO DO WE LET SNITCH
It's nothing unusual at all for them to act like this, but to have him rocking back and forth on his lap brings on a pleasure and frustration that he didn't know to be possible. However much he wanted to go further, he could always content himself with the taste left on his tongue and the sight of his red face disheveled appearance, the skin marked in places where he wasn't careful enough, but now he would do anything just to continue to feel those fingers tracing his body and toying with his clothes - ah, to think that he could have such an effect on his brother that he would press into him in return.
He rocks against him with a desperate need once more in return, squeezing his bottom and squirming a bit as though that might be enough to relieve the tension it's brought on. A whimper escapes him as Komaeda's lithe fingers toy with his buckle, promising him more before pulling back, as his pants feel as tight as he knows the other's to be. His hands slide back up before coming around, his index finger trailing along the bulge in his pants and down to his thigh before he flips it over, the back of his fingertips brushing against him just slightly before moving to his hips in return with a smile. ]
I don't want her either.
[ There's no cruelty to those words, as he harbors no malice for her. If he were asked, he would describe her as a wonderful person who deserves a person who will love her in earnest. But Hiyori can't be that person while he can still admire his brother's beauty in the moonlight. If only it were a bit warmer it would be perfect. ]
Your love is all I need in this life, and it's all I care for... I want to give all of myself to you, and I want to take every part of you for myself, Nagito.
[ He reaches his hands back to place them over the others, gradually guiding them up while catching the hem of his shirt in the crook of his thumb to suggest that he take it off. He could do it himself, but why would he want to when he can place his hands on the other instead? Her places one hand on his face as he trails kisses along his cheek and down his neck, stopping at the crook of his neck so he can gently suck on it. He shouldn't leave marks in such an obvious place, but surely just one is fine, isn't it? He breathes on the area when he's done, looking at the red mark that will develop into a bruise. ]
My wonderful, adoring husband...
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[ He's loved every moment until now. It's difficult to remember exactly when it started when their entire life has simply been a journey leading up to this moment. They were always close even for twins, but how could they not be? Komaeda was a sickly child who needed the care and support that his brother offered him, while Hiyori had such a huge weight on his shoulders as to need the love and encouragement that was given to him in return. He still remembers how his breath seemed to stop and the dizzying happiness that came with their first kiss, and the way his heart had pounded when he started to notice his brother developing the features that would change him from a boy to a man. He had always loved him, but that love had grown with them.
He'll love this too. The moan is music to his ears, a melody that only Hiyori can play. He wants to see what faces he can make when it's just the two of them in earnest, when there's no fear of interruption, and to know what it's like for them to truly share their bodies. There's no other who can understand their love, but there's no other who needs to.
Ah, he really is beautiful in the moonlight. The way it illuminates his pale skin makes his heart skip a beat. But even with all of that, he's watching for any sign of true hesitation. Komaeda would do anything for him, and that means he has to be all that much more careful to ensure it's what they both want. But his body continues its tune, and so he continues, kissing along his collarbone until he reaches the other side and gives his shoulder a gentle bite. His arms wrap around the other, hands running up and down his back now. ]
I'll have to remove these pesky clothes then, so that we can be even closer... But then I would have to take my hands off you...
[ He gives his shoulder a gentle bite. They're twins, so they tend to know what the other is thinking. He lets his hands slip down to his waist, trailing along the hem of his pants. He pulls back enough to look down to ensure that his fumbling fingers can find the button and zipper of his pants to undo both. His own pants are looser for the belt having been undone, making his erection that much more obvious, but he finds that undressing his brother is far more enjoyable than undressing himself.
Then, a bit abruptly, he adds - ]
You... You can leave a mark on me too, so that we match... I don't mind if others see, because my body belongs to Nagito alone... ♡
[ The words are a little shaky, but that's just his nerves - the final hints of shyness that one still holds when inexperienced. Would he give into that desire to do so regardless of whether or not he was given permission? It's possible, but maybe not. Hiyori wants him to. He wants everyone to see the mark he left, and he wants everyone to see one left by his brother, so that none can deny their union. ]
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Mm, I'm sure... I don't mind enduring it for you, Nagito, because I want everyone to see it.
[ It's no different than the necklace that hangs around his neck. It'll be more more symbol of their marriage. It'll let everyone see that they had spent their first night together. They'd have to hide it from their parents, but there are others that would see and no doubt question it. They should. There's nothing shameful about their relationship, whatever others may say, as the person sitting atop and being undressed by him is the only one who's opinion matters.
He doesn't like pain. He whines and cries about it, even when it's something he can easily handle, but he wants to see how his husband looks upon the mark as much as others. How he'll look and see the mark that he left, one that matches his own, and to know that they belong only to each other. Just his breath and the feeling of his ghost barely brushing against the skin sends pleasant chills down his spine.
This, too, is his love for him. ]
I'll treasure it because it's from you, because I love you so.
[ He won't make him though. It's an invitation and not a demand. ]
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[ It's a petulant little grumble, the sort that comes from a child telling parent they can do something themselves, but they share the same fears as much as anything else. Twins are like rabbits, they'll die of loneliness if separated, and that's why he holds him so close at all times. He could never hate him, he couldn't handle losing him, because if he were to there would be nothing left in the world for him. Nor does he worry about his borther hurting him - he's the one person that Hiyori can be himself around, the one person he has no fear off because he'll do no harm to him.
He leans back slightly to grope behind him before finding purchase, pulling the blanket up and dragging it behind Komaeda's back and allows it to drape over his shoulders. It he leaves it around him, then he can protect him from the cold winds that assault his body while his warm body protects his front. He wants to squirm out of his own pants, and to that end he starts to undo the button and pull down the zipper to his own pants... Ah, they're so close now.
He wonders if he'll bite. Perhaps just knowing he can is enough for now, and it'll come when Hiyori least expects it. That wold be typical of his brother, but he might not mind that either. It'll keep him from having second thoughts about it. ]
Nacchan would never hurt me, and there's no one who loves me more than you... So I'm not worried at all. I would treasure any mark you left on me, and even the ache it left behind... That's how strong my love for you is.
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[ They're honest words, for his brother is the only person he could ever trust. He's the one person that Hiyori needs, because if he loses him then his world will fall apart all at once. Despite the air of strength he exudes and the resolve he holds, Hiyori is a frail child, propped up by status and expectation and ever teetering on a cliff that he could be shoved off of at any moment. He could hate the world and wish to burn it down, he could withdraw and trust no other while becoming more perfect than he he ever could hope to be while loving another in such earnest, but these soft moments promise that he'll never have to worry about such frightening things as regret and betrayal.
Nor does he have to think about such unpleasant topics when his breath is hitching from having his erection revealed. It's a step past the kisses and touches that they've shared until now, cool lips and fingers tracing over him, and his head falls back as he arches into that touch. He's thought of this scenario so many times, along with what seems like every other, but he could never truly imagine the electrifying sensation of their hips pressed together while his brother strokes both of them. He moans loudly, shuddering violently as his hands move up and down, but he can't let himself release so easily.
His breaths quicken, his heart beat rising, and part of him thinks it would be less satisfying if he weren't able to feel his brothers cool fingers around him, but, ah, to feel his dick in his hands... ]
Th-then why don't we switch? You... Ah, your hand feels amazing, and I want to share that feeling with you... ♡
[ He holds his hand up to Komaeda's lips, waiting to see if he'll take him up on the offer. They're twins who share everything, so why not this too? ]
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Even this is just part of that ideal; not an act that allows him to forget his troubles or to achieve some goal, but the final part of a wedding night that only the moon and the stars and all that they shine upon have been invited to. The crickets chirp and the branches and leaves of trees rustle, the sound of animals scurrying to and fro can occasionally be heard. He only has eyes and ears for the youth atop him though, as he sucks on his fingers and gasps and moan.
Hiyori has always been the more vocal of the two. He can control himself when he needs to, or rather when he chooses to, but the hitches of breath and groans that escape him as his dick is stroked and his fingers sucked on. His hand is cold, and their joined erections are subject to the chill of the night, but his mouth is warm and damp. His hips push up in response to to the strokes, his thighs bouncing just enough to reward Komaeda for each stroke.
The moan pushes air against his wet fingers that makes him shudder, as does the way he mixes their precum together. Their parents could never accept their erections being held close by this, but they couldn't possibly understand the way it moves the earth and fills his heart. He uses his free hand to hold onto his waist at first, his finger squeezing when he hits just the right spot, but it migrates up his torso to his chest, brushing his fingers along his nipple as they slide over. His other hand is exposed to cool air, and he spreads his fingers to see the sticky trail of saliva between them before licking them off to keep the taste of his brother to himself.
Those fingers are being sucked upon once more soon after, and he wonders if his brother can taste the saliva he left for him in return. ]
Nagito...
[ There's a soft moan. His dick twitches, and there's a growing pressure that begs him to release it; he won't though, not yet, because he has to make sure his husband is satisfied. They have to be able to go much, much further... ]
Will you not let me...? How can I make you feel as good as I do...?
[ He keeps his voice low, a soft murmur meant only for his twin. He rubs his fingers in small circles around his nipple, trying to gauge his reaction to the added stimulation. What kind of face will he make when he climaxes? Hiyori wants to see it. ]
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[ He's heard that a person always remembers their first time. It might be awkward and clumsy, but he wants it to be special, something that engraves itself into h is mind so thoroughly that even the dementia that corrodes his mind is unable to touch it. He leans in to kiss him, a soft and kind kiss, pulling back and tilting his head to lick the saliva off his face.
His brow furrows at the request. His brother is a masochist to a frightening degree, but Hiyori doesn't have the taste for pain to match it. There's no sadistic urges that he can direcct toward one whom he shares such a pure and honest love with, the kind that he can never have again. But the fact that they're still learning what is and isn't pleasurable for them keeps him from dismissing it out of hand.
With his hand free he picks up where his brother left off, wrapping his hand around both of their dicks. It takes a little bit of shifting and adjusting to secure it before letting his hand slide up to the head before sliding back down. He doesn't really want to keep them together, he wants to know what it's like to just feel his brother in his hand, but there's a pressure building inside of him that makes him desperate to continue what his brother had started. He wants to go further than this, to get a feel for him and then move on, and he wonders if he might not be able to slide his brothers pants off enough to stick his fingers in.
They're twins, so it's only natural that they'd think the same things. ]
That's a bit much, Nagito, but... Hah... M-maybe something a little gentler...
[ He's been taught to care for his brother, so it's hard, but as he slides his hand back up he pinches his nipple between his thumb and index finger and gives a gentle tug, watching his face careful to see what reaction he'll garner. ]
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His breath hitches as those cool fingers slip across his slit, his back arching and his head craning back as he tries to keep himself from squirming and his hips from shifting up. His hand moves a little more quickly, then comes to a halt with a whimper, resuming a little slower after. There's at once a pressure and a tightness gripping his body, one that begs to be released, but he knows it's far too early for that.
His hand moves to the small of Komaeda's back though, trying to nudge him closer still. He wants more of him, he wants to feel his twitches and his hot breaths, to see the way his face is colored with pleasure and delight. Their kiss sends tremors down his spine while the bite makes his shoulders lift and his fingers twitch, giving their lengths a little squeeze while his nails lightly scratch along his back. There's a whine as his teeth sink in so hard as to draw blood, leaving the taste of iron on his tongue and a red mark on his lip. It works as intended though, shocking him out of his rhythm enough to move his hand. ]
That's not fair, Nagito... [ His protests are breathy, and he has to swallow the blood and saliva that fill his mouth. ] Ah... I want to know what every part of you feels like... ♡
[ He leans in to kiss him again as his fingers curl around his dick. It's a completely different feeling than his own, cool save for the lingering warmth where they were pressed together, but holding it alone allows him to enjoy the feeling to the fullest. He twists his fingers for the first couple strokes, searching for the right grip and soaking up the feeling of every inch of him, before squeezing it as he reaches the top. He takes his time in letting his hand move up and down, taking his free hand from his back to brush his fingers against his scrotum. ]
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They're such dirty, filthy thoughts, ones that he would never have with anyone else. There's no one else who could make him shudder just by making such a cute sound, one that he knows no other would be able to pull from him. His brother has always been always so careful, so reserved even when Hiyori would tease and toy with him.
His fingers twitch as his dick his squeezed again, the action rewarding the other with a groan before he slides his fingers down to cup his scrotum. These are parts of his body that no one has touched before, not even his twin, and there's something about that which makes it impossible to keep him from trying to soak up every noise and change in expression, savoring every twitch and movement as he tries to ignore the tight feeling in his stomach.
If his problem can keep going, then he has to be able to too. ]
It's because I know Nacchan's body.. Hah... Better than anyone... ♡
[ The suggestion of Komaeda going down on him makes him salivate. He swallows it down along with the taste of iron, the bleeding in his lip not having quite stopped. But he knows his brother is close and closer from how his body moves. He's always been putty in Hiyori's hands. ]
We... [ He draws in a breath, exhales, and runs his hand up and down, giving careful attention to his balls now, ] We can keep going all night, you know...? No one will notice that we're gone...
[ As long as they're back by morning it'll be fine. If it's just for one day, even missing school won't be much of an issue. ]