[He repositions himself so that he's crouched over his brother, and presses his lips to Mitsuzane's throat, nipping gently all the way down to his collarbone. Nothing to leave marks, nothing that he'll have to explain, but enough to know that he's there and he's alive and they're both so present.]
[He murmurs his brother's name again, closing his eyes and letting go of gentle breaths to warm his brother's skin, pressing his cheek against him here and there.]
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[He murmurs his brother's name again, closing his eyes and letting go of gentle breaths to warm his brother's skin, pressing his cheek against him here and there.]