[There's still shame burning at his cheeks, but Mitsuzane's touch feels too good. There's a lump in his throat as he swallows, looking Mitsuzane over with a more... intimate eye.]
Ah... I've had some practice.
[With who, or for how long, he doesn't need to say. That person doesn't need to enter into this situation, ever. He's not sure what to do, not sure how far Mitsuzane wants to push it... so he leans in near his brother's ear, surrendering himself to his feelings. He can deal with guilt later. He will, no matter how this plays out. But he wants Mitsuzane to feel good, to feel loved... to know that Takatora won't leave him.]
Tell me what you want me to do, Mitsuzane.
[... And maybe he gets off a little on being ordered around. Maybe that, too.]
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Ah... I've had some practice.
[With who, or for how long, he doesn't need to say. That person doesn't need to enter into this situation, ever. He's not sure what to do, not sure how far Mitsuzane wants to push it... so he leans in near his brother's ear, surrendering himself to his feelings. He can deal with guilt later. He will, no matter how this plays out. But he wants Mitsuzane to feel good, to feel loved... to know that Takatora won't leave him.]
Tell me what you want me to do, Mitsuzane.
[... And maybe he gets off a little on being ordered around. Maybe that, too.]