[He trails down his brother's sides with his fingertips, his touch light, before tugging him so his brother can straddle him. The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, and classical music fills the room. He pulls one hand out so he can press it into his brother's hair, stroking it gently.]
Mitsuzane, I... ah... my shirt. You can... unbutton it, if you'd like...
[If he just wants to be the one touched, that's fine. He tilts his head back for a moment, exposing his neck, his windpipe, his jugular. Precious, sensitive parts of him where someone striking could do a lot of damage.]
[I trust you, the motion says, even if I shouldn't.]
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Mitsuzane, I... ah... my shirt. You can... unbutton it, if you'd like...
[If he just wants to be the one touched, that's fine. He tilts his head back for a moment, exposing his neck, his windpipe, his jugular. Precious, sensitive parts of him where someone striking could do a lot of damage.]
[I trust you, the motion says, even if I shouldn't.]