[ to his own surprise, haruki returns his enthusiastic kiss properly, without fighting it, because it's the only outlet he has right now for whatever he's feeling.
this is stupid and insane. it should be gross, he thinks, if he thought of reiji as his brother, but they don't have a lick in common. reiji's just some kid some guy raised far away from him, and the fact that that guy happens to be the same guy that knocked up his mother has nothing to do with him. reiji's nothing to him. nothing. he's so pushy about the whole brothers thing but he's not!
...ugh. no, he can't even pretend this doesn't affect him, not even just to lie to himself. the fact of the matter is at one point he started to care for reiji, as a friend, and maybe in all his doe-eyed insistence, he started to see him as his brother as well. but then why does he feel so starved for attention right now? is it the booze? he couldn't possibly want reiji to love him more than he loves his dad, right? that's just stupid. the truth is he just wants to know how far reiji's willing to take this, but he's slowly realizing that the fact that they're "brothers" might be exactly why reiji's doing this right now. it has to be a fucking fetish.
he tangles his fingers in his hair, moving his hands a little too desperately through it, touching the wolf ears he's still donning meanwhile. he can't see shit, and he also doesn't feel like opening his eyes, but he will test his limits by pressing his knee between reiji's legs as he deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling back for air, lips still touching. ]
. . . Pervert. [ he had to get that out there first of all. then: ] Have you ever . . . made out with dad?
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this is stupid and insane. it should be gross, he thinks, if he thought of reiji as his brother, but they don't have a lick in common. reiji's just some kid some guy raised far away from him, and the fact that that guy happens to be the same guy that knocked up his mother has nothing to do with him. reiji's nothing to him. nothing. he's so pushy about the whole brothers thing but he's not!
...ugh. no, he can't even pretend this doesn't affect him, not even just to lie to himself. the fact of the matter is at one point he started to care for reiji, as a friend, and maybe in all his doe-eyed insistence, he started to see him as his brother as well. but then why does he feel so starved for attention right now? is it the booze? he couldn't possibly want reiji to love him more than he loves his dad, right? that's just stupid. the truth is he just wants to know how far reiji's willing to take this, but he's slowly realizing that the fact that they're "brothers" might be exactly why reiji's doing this right now. it has to be a fucking fetish.
he tangles his fingers in his hair, moving his hands a little too desperately through it, touching the wolf ears he's still donning meanwhile. he can't see shit, and he also doesn't feel like opening his eyes, but he will test his limits by pressing his knee between reiji's legs as he deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling back for air, lips still touching. ]
. . . Pervert. [ he had to get that out there first of all. then: ] Have you ever . . . made out with dad?