[Continuations]

[likeawritingdesk]

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[dormancy]

Mm . . .

[still reverently kissing, but gets exhausated and eventually tucks his head under Gil's chin]

[likeawritingdesk]

[closes his eyes and holding him like that then]

[dormancy]

[huff the nii-san, breathing is calming down but he's not going anywhere]

[likeawritingdesk]

[yyyees same here...

brushes his hand a bit through his hair idly...]

[dormancy]

Gorgeous . . . What kind of fantasies were you having?

[likeawritingdesk]

[hck]

I-- I haven't...!

[dormancy]

Were you pleasuring yourself? Thinking about my hands, my mouth?

[likeawritingdesk]

[SHRIEK]

...!! I--!

[dormancy]

Because I thought of those things, too. Sucking until you came, and listening to you whimper until you were hard again.

[likeawritingdesk]

. . . . .

[stuttered breath in]

[dormancy]

[drawing up to see that face]

Next time . . . ?

[likeawritingdesk]

[he is really. really. really. really red!

jfkslaj skjflskja

JUST... COVERS.. HIS.... FACE.... groans]

You're...

[dormancy]

A debauchee. For good reason.

[kissing the back of his hand]

[likeawritingdesk]

Good reason...

[dormancy]

For how I was. But it doesn't matter now, just you do.

[likeawritingdesk]

...[hhnn... cups his cheek...]

Just me?...

[dormancy]

Just you. —Mm, and Yuri. I've caused him some trouble.

[likeawritingdesk]

... [god yuri]

Aah... he's worried about you...

[dormancy]

He's never not.

[likeawritingdesk]

[smooths over his hair too]

He loves you. Of course he's especially worried when you're causing so much trouble.

[dormancy]

. . .

He's worried about you, too. He doesn't have faith in you.

[likeawritingdesk]

. . .

I haven't given him any reason to. . .

I. . . want to do better by him too. . . because he's family, and. . .

I thought at first that. . . he found a place I couldn't reach. But I wasn't claiming the spot I already had.

I'm glad... he's here.

[dormancy]

No, he knew what part was yours. He always knew, and he resents that. You won't do right by me—Or something like that.

I know you struggle very carefully with how to approach me, brother.

[likeawritingdesk]

. . .

[dormancy]

Gil . . . ?