[He squirms slightly, trying to keep control of himself, but it's hard. He lets out a soft sigh, which pitches up into a moan as he blushes even more. The hand on his neck is... nicer than it should be, and he just leans into it.]
Takatora...
[He breathes his brother's name out softly, swallowing hard. He lets go of the sheets and instead grips at the fabric at the front of his brother's shirt, just to have something to hold on to.]
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Takatora...
[He breathes his brother's name out softly, swallowing hard. He lets go of the sheets and instead grips at the fabric at the front of his brother's shirt, just to have something to hold on to.]