[IV jerks up immediately, sucks in a sharp breath and rocks his hips up for more pressure.
(he's never let anyone else touch, never let them because it's wrong but he wants V too much, wants V's hands and mouth and he can ignore the wrongness if it gets him that)
Reaching up, he knots his hand in V's hair and tugs, demanding.]
More.
[His voice pitches higher than he'd wanted and IV cringes just a little, but it doesn't stop him from rocking against V's hand harder with a soft groan.]
(he's definitely getting hard now and he's ashamed)
He presses in harder, then, rubs IV's clit through the shorts -- he's still not touching anything under the fabric directly, but with the way it's clinging to IV's skin it's not much of a barrier. (Much.)
As he does he moves with the pull on his hair, leans to press kisses to the side of IV's neck.]
[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.]
[...it's not hard to tell, at this point, that there's something wrong. That the noises IV is making aren't just from pleasure, they're from distress and maybe sadness? and...
He pulls away his hand.]
IV...
What's wrong?
[He doesn't ask "is there something" because he knows, he knows that IV is the type to try to hide it if he doesn't say "yes, I can tell".]
He lowers his hand again and, this time, slips it under the waistband of IV's shorts to run his fingers over uncovered skin. He's slow about it, a little halting, both because he feels he needs to be careful (nothing inside, not too much) and...well, the first and last time he's done anything like this before was with Kaito. He's not familiar with female anatomy.]
[It's definitely easier to not think while V is touching him directly. He's still aware, still hates the way his voice is too high, the way he can feel himself hot and slick and wet and empty, but it's better now.
It's easier to lose himself in the touches, and that's what he needs.
So he throws his head back against the pillow, eyes clamped shut as he moans and tries to remember to pitch it lower when he can.]
Nii-san, more, a-ah...!
[He tells himself not to think about his body, or his voice, or what everyone else thinks he is. What matters, in this moment, is that V is touching him.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 01:23 am (UTC)Right, he was going to...
(Deep breathing, again. Don't think, don't get hard so soon because then it'd start being too much about you)
He settles beside IV, leans in close and trails his hand down to stroke, softly, through the wet fabric of the shorts for now.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 01:55 am (UTC)(he's never let anyone else touch, never let them because it's wrong but he wants V too much, wants V's hands and mouth and he can ignore the wrongness if it gets him that)
Reaching up, he knots his hand in V's hair and tugs, demanding.]
More.
[His voice pitches higher than he'd wanted and IV cringes just a little, but it doesn't stop him from rocking against V's hand harder with a soft groan.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 03:57 am (UTC)If IV wants more, then...
(he's definitely getting hard now and he's ashamed)
He presses in harder, then, rubs IV's clit through the shorts -- he's still not touching anything under the fabric directly, but with the way it's clinging to IV's skin it's not much of a barrier. (Much.)
As he does he moves with the pull on his hair, leans to press kisses to the side of IV's neck.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 04:09 am (UTC)(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...
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Date: 2012-12-13 04:44 am (UTC)He pulls away his hand.]
IV...
What's wrong?
[He doesn't ask "is there something" because he knows, he knows that IV is the type to try to hide it if he doesn't say "yes, I can tell".]
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Date: 2012-12-13 04:59 am (UTC)(even if it hurts, he needs more)]
Please. Please.
[His voice is high with need and IV coughs, forces it lower.]
Please. Just touch. I need to-- I don't want to think. Please, V.
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Date: 2012-12-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(he'll ask about it, once...once they're done)
He lowers his hand again and, this time, slips it under the waistband of IV's shorts to run his fingers over uncovered skin. He's slow about it, a little halting, both because he feels he needs to be careful (nothing inside, not too much) and...well, the first and last time he's done anything like this before was with Kaito. He's not familiar with female anatomy.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 11:02 pm (UTC)It's easier to lose himself in the touches, and that's what he needs.
So he throws his head back against the pillow, eyes clamped shut as he moans and tries to remember to pitch it lower when he can.]
Nii-san, more, a-ah...!
[He tells himself not to think about his body, or his voice, or what everyone else thinks he is. What matters, in this moment, is that V is touching him.]