[The sudden contact makes Ichimatsu bite into his lower lip and inhale sharply, curling into his brother until he goes to shift the fabric off his lower half, which he moves to accommodate with a heady groan from the sudden freedom.]
[A moment later and he's chuckling, moving Karamatsu's shirt upward to press himself against his navel instead of his clothes quite cordially.]
If you insist. [He breathes against his throat, biting gently and then suckling at the skin.]
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[A moment later and he's chuckling, moving Karamatsu's shirt upward to press himself against his navel instead of his clothes quite cordially.]
If you insist. [He breathes against his throat, biting gently and then suckling at the skin.]