1/9/2024 0 Comments Cupnoodle doitnow![]() Sometimes his brother would whisper his name in a mantra as he embraced him, and it made Karamatsu’s heart filled with joy, because he felt cherished and loved. The scent and the warmth generated from their bodies as they pressed impossibly close together. The way he buried his face into his neck, occasionally pressing a soft trail along his skin. The memories of Ichimatsu wrapping his arms around him in a way that was almost protective. During those occastions, Karamatsu could feel a silent reluctance from the other to part ways. The air between them would become unbearably hot and uncomfortable that the two of them found themselves too out of breath and exhausted to continue. The aftermath of each session was always the same. Before they even realized it, they were doing more than just kissing. Their exchanges varied, but each one was just as intense if not more. Other time moderately painful bites and tears, but never enough to draw blood. When soft pecks and grazing between lips weren’t enough, they replaced with tongues and teeth. Of course with time and lack of restrictions, their kissing evolved to something more elaborate. It amazed him that his younger brother was capable of doing what he did and had the ability to awaken newfound emotions in him that he never knew to experience. Counter to what Karamatsu had expected, Ichimatsu kisses were firm and passionate rather than lustful possessiveness. What surprised Karamatsu, however, was the fact that none of that animal-like nature presented itself once the kissing and touching began. It made Karamatsu wonder if he was some sort of masochist, because this beastlike side of Ichimatsu didn’t bothered him as much as he think it should… he was more enamored by it instead and was prepared to keep up with his brother’s momentum as well as whatever else he had to offer. Any rationale and morale thoughts he had were abandoned and replaced with his brother. Any objections he initially had were short lived. The way the Ichimatsu loomed over him, casting a nasty sadistic sneer at him before bringing their faces close together had him mesmerized and frozen on the spot. ![]() The dark and heavy scent of arousal emitted by his younger brother had an overwhelming effect on him. Sometimes when he was left to ponder his thoughts during the day, he would recall those private sessions they had together. And each time, Karamatsu allowed the other to have his way with him. There was no point answering them when Ichimatsu’s intentions were made so obviously clear. The eldest would of course protest or asked questions and they would all be ignored. It wasn’t too surprising to the second son that his brother would use some sort of violence on him. His brother had his way of greeting him either with a sharp pull to his collar or a hard push to the floor. It didn’t matter whether they were in the living room, the bedroom, or the kitchen, once they were alone, Ichimatsu would find a way to do what he want to him. The fourth brother would jump at the chance whenever their brothers and parents weren’t present in the house. Ichimatsu would always be the one to make the first move. It was simple and straightforward, and they’ve done it enough times for Karamatsu to believe that they were following s script. What did he say? Just when he reached out to ask, his brother walked out of the room, leaving him alone to his disorientation.Īnd this became the first of the many kisses that followed weeks on after. Ichimatsu’s mouth moved to say something, but Karamatsu was still in shock from the contact and his heart was beating hard against his chest and all the way up to his head. He searched for some sort of explanation from his brother’s face, only to find him turned away. What he did not expect was a pair of chapped lips pressing against his own after all of that.īefore Karamatsu could blink and register what was done to him, he was let go to fall onto the carpet of their living room. He expected the growls and insults thrown at him, things that rarely bothered him anymore since he heard them so many times. He expected the violent shakes to his shirt and baring teeth of his riled up little brother. He must have said or did something again to piss the other off, because before he even had time to figure it out, he found himself trapped by an iron grip to his shirt collar and a glare that could kill. How could he have anticipated Ichimatsu’s kiss? It was unexpected and happened on a day like any other in the Matsuno household where he found himself caught up in yet another scuffle with the fourth son. But how could he deny it when it was his own brother who initiated it. A kiss so brief and sudden Karamatsu wondered if it actually happened.
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