reiji feels a shiver run up his spine for all the wrong reasons, and he ends up having to bite down hard on his own lip to stifle a whine that threatens to escape his throat — instead suddenly clearing his throat to turn it into a grunt instead as he rolls his hips down on haruki's leg in a pratically lascivious way. not that he has much shame about that, but his face feels hot at what haruki's just said to him, and he is a little embarrassed about that. what the hell is he doing... ]
Mn... You're not...him, though...
[ nobody can be him. he's irreplaceable and dear to reiji and the thought of doing this to sanemitsu is almost enough to make him explode on the spot. unfortunately haruki's planted that seed in his mind, and his chest feels weighted with almost an ache — that conveniently coincides with the coiling heat in his abdomen. he's pretty stupefied and feeling stubborn about this though, so he doesn't wait for haruki to respond while he's exposing his neck like that for him. his brother is acting like a drunken whore, and it's atrociously similar to how sanemitsu acts. sickening, but it doesn't stop reiji from pushing his hands up further toward the sides of haruki's lower ribs and hiking the other's shirt up in the process. he'll take advantage of the opening too, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of haruki's neck — passionate and gentle at first, because he's trying to navigate this mess haruki's got him thinking about now, but he'll start nipping his teeth just a little so he can suck on the other's skin.
...if his tail starts to swish in a pleased way, don't even worry about it. reiji's not paying attention to it, either. ]
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reiji feels a shiver run up his spine for all the wrong reasons, and he ends up having to bite down hard on his own lip to stifle a whine that threatens to escape his throat — instead suddenly clearing his throat to turn it into a grunt instead as he rolls his hips down on haruki's leg in a pratically lascivious way. not that he has much shame about that, but his face feels hot at what haruki's just said to him, and he is a little embarrassed about that. what the hell is he doing... ]
Mn... You're not...him, though...
[ nobody can be him. he's irreplaceable and dear to reiji and the thought of doing this to sanemitsu is almost enough to make him explode on the spot. unfortunately haruki's planted that seed in his mind, and his chest feels weighted with almost an ache — that conveniently coincides with the coiling heat in his abdomen. he's pretty stupefied and feeling stubborn about this though, so he doesn't wait for haruki to respond while he's exposing his neck like that for him. his brother is acting like a drunken whore, and it's atrociously similar to how sanemitsu acts. sickening, but it doesn't stop reiji from pushing his hands up further toward the sides of haruki's lower ribs and hiking the other's shirt up in the process. he'll take advantage of the opening too, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of haruki's neck — passionate and gentle at first, because he's trying to navigate this mess haruki's got him thinking about now, but he'll start nipping his teeth just a little so he can suck on the other's skin.
...if his tail starts to swish in a pleased way, don't even worry about it. reiji's not paying attention to it, either. ]