[He doesn't resist when Mitsuzane moves his hands, and nods. This is something... just for them. The two of them together... no one else will know. He curls his fingers in Mitsuzane's shirt, before gently tugging to pull it out from his pants. He slides a hand underneath, stroking the smooth skin of his brother's stomach... then his chest, keeping his touch light.]
We are each other's. Mitsuzane...
[This isn't right. This shouldn't be happening. But it is, and how long has it been since he felt okay enough to do this? So much mourning... so much regret... so many things put on his shoulders that sometimes he wishes he could set aside. How long has it been since he allowed himself to feel lust? He can deal with everything else later.]
[He presses his lips against his brother's throat, trailing kisses along it towards his collar. He whispers his brother's name, reverent like a prayer.]
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We are each other's. Mitsuzane...
[This isn't right. This shouldn't be happening. But it is, and how long has it been since he felt okay enough to do this? So much mourning... so much regret... so many things put on his shoulders that sometimes he wishes he could set aside. How long has it been since he allowed himself to feel lust? He can deal with everything else later.]
[He presses his lips against his brother's throat, trailing kisses along it towards his collar. He whispers his brother's name, reverent like a prayer.]