[IV's voice goes higher and breathier with every moan and gasp, with every noise that works its way free of his lips thanks to V's attentions.
(he hates it, hates the sound because it's wrong and getting more wrong but-- but he wants more)
(he'll try to hold back the noise, he tells himself, as if the near-sobbing whimpers are any improvement when it really comes down to it)
The kisses are good. The kisses he wants more of, just like he wants more of the touching itself.
(and he wants something inside and he hates that but he feels empty - and besides, hasn't he put fingers inside when it's him alone? except this is different, this is V and V-- V thinks he's a girl, doesn't he)
A strangled, distressed noise works itself free from him and IV squirms, torn between the pleasure and the knowledge that V thinks it's his sister he's touching, the awareness of the way his voice is pitching, the feeling like he needs something inside of him and filling him up when there shouldn't even be something there to fill up.]
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(he hates it, hates the sound because it's wrong and getting more wrong but-- but he wants more)
(he'll try to hold back the noise, he tells himself, as if the near-sobbing whimpers are any improvement when it really comes down to it)
The kisses are good. The kisses he wants more of, just like he wants more of the touching itself.
(and he wants something inside and he hates that but he feels empty - and besides, hasn't he put fingers inside when it's him alone? except this is different, this is V and V-- V thinks he's a girl, doesn't he)
A strangled, distressed noise works itself free from him and IV squirms, torn between the pleasure and the knowledge that V thinks it's his sister he's touching, the awareness of the way his voice is pitching, the feeling like he needs something inside of him and filling him up when there shouldn't even be something there to fill up.]
V, nii-san, I...