Tch.. f—fine, then. It's a personal question. [ ok but you can still go ahead and do all of this with your twin?? c'mon, now. But, that's good, cause Karamatsu is horrible at admitting stuff like that. Sure, he can confess roses and flowers and love to somebody, but heaven forbid he outwardly admits his kinks. Can't have that. He keeps kissing Ichimatsu's mouth, rapid, hungry kisses that only stop for him to pant hotly in the space between them, but he shows no signs of unzipping his pants. His hips only roll upwards to feel the sweet friction through his denims, earning a whine through the back of his throat.
His hands cradle his brother's hips, seeming to throw all worry to the wind in the heated moment, fingertips sliding down to curve around Ichimatsu's ass. His face and ears are tinted brightly— no, he's not going to suggest rubbing their dicks together. Don't even think about it. Looks like it's up to Ichimatsu. ]
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Tch.. f—fine, then. It's a personal question.
[ ok but you can still go ahead and do all of this with your twin?? c'mon, now.
But, that's good, cause Karamatsu is horrible at admitting stuff like that. Sure, he can confess roses and flowers and love to somebody, but heaven forbid he outwardly admits his kinks. Can't have that.
He keeps kissing Ichimatsu's mouth, rapid, hungry kisses that only stop for him to pant hotly in the space between them, but he shows no signs of unzipping his pants. His hips only roll upwards to feel the sweet friction through his denims, earning a whine through the back of his throat.
His hands cradle his brother's hips, seeming to throw all worry to the wind in the heated moment, fingertips sliding down to curve around Ichimatsu's ass. His face and ears are tinted brightly— no, he's not going to suggest rubbing their dicks together. Don't even think about it. Looks like it's up to Ichimatsu. ]