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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.
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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. ]