( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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That's not fair, Nacchan... I want you to think about I make you feel... How no one else will ever compare...

[ 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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[ As he thought, the moment his face contorts he finds his grip slipping and his gaze trailing down to the area he'd touched. His twin bruises so easily that even with this little being done, he knows that another mark will be left upon his pale skin. It's love that keeps him from doing harm, and it's love that makes him wish to show his brother such pleasure that he forgets even that desire. But it's love that makes his heart skip with every sound and movement too, that makes him hate the layers that stand between them, and that make it unbearable to have his hand taken away.

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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[ There's a hitch of breath when Komaeda curls his fingers around his dick once more, his head tilting back as he tries to keep himself from reacting too strongly. he's always been vocal, but he has to hold himself together now. He wants to keep going too, he wants to know what it's like to be pleasured by his hands and mouth, he wants to find out how warm and tight he is and how it feels to cum inside of him.

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. ]