coldestsummer | psl post: brothers in harm

After the text telling him to back off, Dabi did. He took whatever jobs Shigaraki needed to be done that were away from the safe house, disappeared for long periods on end, and even seemed to duck out of rooms when Natsuo entered. Granted there were times he couldn't really do that but, he tried his best to avoid his younger brother. If the guy wanted to talk to him he had his number.

As it was, he never seemed to text or reach out, so neither did Touya.

And then the day hit that Endeavor was honored as the Number One hero. He was celebrated and heralded and all Dabi could do was rage and seethe and burn. That day he leaves, burns a few buildings and kills a couple thugs...it doesn't matter. He meets Hawks, that fake ass hero who pretends and lies and makes Dabi's gut twist. It's not until that night that after however long it's been...Dabi finds himself hovering at Natsuo's door. They were both so young the last time Touya crawled in Natsuo's bed looking for comfort, a decade or more at this point, but it's still just as easy.

Only this time when he sneaks in he stops short at the bed, sits and just sags. Natsuo had told him to not be around, told him to back off, and yet here he was now invading his little brothers room because what? He had a bad day? Their dear old dad was being touted as an amazing hero when they knew the truth? He didn't have a right to go looking for Natsuo's comfort now.

He should leave. Just stand up and leave again...now if only his legs would listen.

All this time he's been keeping Dabi at arm's length, Natsuo has been certain that he'll put his older brother in the ground once and for all when they next cross paths. He's happy to have this piece of Touya back, he knows he is, but it's buried so deep beneath the selfish rage that has upended every other aspect of his life that he can't reach it yet... and how absurd is that, when the loss of Touya is what sent him spinning out of his family's orbit and into the hands of villainy in the first place?

Nothing makes sense anymore. His entire reality started to blur around the edges when he first met Dabi but now that he can't deny the truth, a heavy fog of confusion has descended over everything and he can't trust his own impulses. Hell, he can't do that even at the best of times, so god knows what he'll do now.

But Touya was always smarter than him, more cerebral than emotional even at his most chaotic, and Dabi seems to have worked out the answer to this as well. Or was he purely driven by emotion this one time, which allowed him to understand Natsuo a bit better? Regardless of the reason for his actions, feeling Dabi's weight settle on the edge of his bed on the worst day that either of them has experienced in a very, very long time turns out to be exactly the right thing to clear Natsuo's mind.

He is still needed. Dabi does need him as much as Touya did. So Natsuo silently throws back his covers, letting Dabi know that he's welcome... but also revealing that he now sleeps in the nude. They might both be too upset to care or they might have to confront a lot of things in the next few hours. Now Dabi gets to choose how they progress.

When Natsuo shifts and the covers are pulled back, there's a moment when Dabi wants to flinch back. He expects to be told off, expects anger and resentment, he expects Natsuo to push him away. Instead he notices it's none of that, it's an invitation. One that Dabi hadn't been expecting, but is thankful for all the same as he slips in the bed with the larger man. Tucking himself close and pulling the covers back over them both.

They hadn't talked about anything in the time that Dabi was staying away, but he had thought about it enough. Thought about the night they slept in the same bed, waking up to see Natsuo's familiar face on the pillow next to him. Part of him had hated himself more for it...because he wasn't as put off by the idea than he knew he should have been. Even now, he doubted he'd really care if anything progressed in the same way. Even with knowing the truth.

"They're all idiots." His words are quiet and spoken against cool skin, hands rough with callouses and the line of burns pawing at Natsuo to shift so that he can be comfortable too.

“Yeah,” Natsuo agrees in a low, raw voice. “They’re always gonna let him win… everyone’s always gonna let him win.”

For the first time in many, many years, Natsuo thinks of Fuyumi. She was willing to protect him too, but not like Touya - her protection involved soothing Natsuo, keeping him quiet, helping him wait out the storm so they could carry on as normally as possible the next day. She, too, always let him win. Only their mother fought him after Touya died and eventually she was sent away.

He pulls Dabi closer and buries his face in his strange dark hair - it smells wrong, like something both sweet and chemical that makes Natsuo’s nostrils itch. The rasp of Dabi’s scarred and stapled skin doesn’t bother him but somehow this smell feels foreign in a way that nothing else about Dabi does.

“I wanna help you take him down.”

Being pulled in, strong arms wrapping around him, with Natsuo's face buried in his hair...Dabi felt safe. He felt something he hadn't felt in years. He felt loved, understood.

It felt good. Hearing someone else talk about wanting to take Enji down, it felt so damn good. He hadn't even realized how much tension he was still holding on to until it was gone, washed away with Natsuo's determined words. He had someone on his side. Someone that was for him. Sure the League was on his side, because he was on theirs, but it was different. They didn't know, couldn't understand what he had been through. Nastsuo had seen it all first hand, lived it right there with Dabi.

"I want you there, no...I...I need you there, Natsu." There's a shuddered sort of breath. "I don't think I'll survive it without you."

At first Natsuo just nods, his throat too tight to speak. It's dangerous, he knows, for Dabi to let himself be this vulnerable in the lives they now lead, and that alone is a testament to the truth of his words. For as much as his cool ferocity is nothing short of entrancing, Natsuo's a bit relieved to see that his brother still has a hint of vulnerability left in him.

Then he laughs quietly, one hand seeking out a patch of healthy skin on Dabi's back to rub comforting circles where he'll be able to feel it. "You're never leaving my goddamn sight again, are you kidding me? You're my niisan. Even if you die, I'm coming with you."

Touya-nii isn't right anymore, and Dabi-nii doesn't quite fit the same way yet, so Natsuo just calls him niisan - but only when they're alone, of course.

It's weird how easily Dabi feels like he can relax under Natsuo's hands. Cool hands massaging against near feverish skin is relaxing and something he forgot he missed. He had forgotten how much he craved the comfort Natsuo provided. Maybe it was fucked up, the thoughts going through his head, but they were fucked up. Their entire family was.

"You'll get dragged down to hell with me if you're not carful." Shifting from where he was tucked against Natsuo, Dabi's arms moved instead to wrap around his younger brother. He pulled back enough to look into grey eyes, eyes so different from his own. He was always so jealous that Natsuo got their mother's eyes but now, now they were a comfort. He doesn't even realize when he's drifted closer until he feels cooler breath against his lips and stops. He doesn't pull away but he also doesn't push further.

He wouldn't be the one to drag Natsuo down with him, but he wasn't going to stop him from following.

"I've already got my ticket," is Natsuo's carefree response, a reckless smile twisting his lips. But the smile fades as Dabi moves closer, and his mouth falls open a little when they're suddenly nose to nose and Dabi has that needy look in his eyes. Does he even know how much he's projecting on his face right now? Most people who know Dabi would probably be shocked to learn that he's capable of looking like this.

Natsuo loves him so much he feels like his heart might just explode out of his chest.

"Dabi..." His voice is deeper now, his chest visibly rising and falling with quicker, shallower breaths. "I'm gonna kiss you if you keep looking at me like that, and if I kiss you I'm definitely gonna fuck you, so you need to stop if that's still not something you want."

He doesn't, Dabi has absolutely no idea just how easily his walls have fallen with Natsuo. No one else could even know just how human Dabi still was, how much he still yearned for someone close. The deepness of Natsuo's voice and the words spoken against Dabi's lips do absolutely nothing to dissuade him from staying in the others personal space.

"I never said I didn't want it...just that you shouldn't." Hands moved to rest along the thick column of Natsuo's neck, palms resting on his pulse. "I want you and this time...I want to see you, Natsu."

A thick, rumbling noise rises from Natsuo's throat to get caught between their mouths as he crushes them together, a kiss that's wet and hot right from the outset. The first time didn't involve any kissing, of course, since Natsuo kept his face hidden through most of the act and took Dabi from behind. Whatever half-understood magnetism brought them together, it wasn't enough to keep Natsuo from pushing Dabi onto his hands and knees and holding him down by the back of the neck while he claimed what he wanted.

And yeah, it was fucking sensational, but this time is going to be different. Natsuo has years of grief-driven obsession built up around his brother's memory and now that they've once again taken living form, the last thing Natsuo wants to do is just take from him. Natsuo wants to worship him.

... which isn't to say that it'll necessarily be gentle, or even all that romantic, but it won't be anonymous and it definitely won't be quick. When he's finally able to tear his mouth away from Dabi's, Natsuo touches the scarred line of his jaw and quietly asks: "How much can you feel on these spots? Anything?"

To say Dabi had enjoyed their first time was an understatement. He had needed something rough, something that made him feel, but when he had realized it was Natsuo that had done it there was a mix of emotions. He didn't regret the act, he didn't hate it, he just hated that something had made his gentle, protective, little brother need that too. Now however was different, the heat and aggressiveness wasn't bad, it wasn't angry, it was a mix of both of their needs.

Dabi doesn't stop the moan that ripples through him when Natsuo finally kisses him. This is exactly what he needs, someone solid and tangible. Someone stronger than him reminding him that he's not alone any more. Never again. He'll never be alone again, he has his brother. It's all he needs.

"Fuck," He mutters against Natsuo's lips when they part, only just catching the other's question. "I...the sensation is dull there but I can feel some. Mostly just pressure but...deeper there are still nerves in the muscles. The edges are a bit more sensitive because of the undamaged stuff..." His head tilts into the touches along his jaw, eyes becoming lidded with the motion as he follows the cool touch. "The cold feels good..."

Every little signal of Dabi's own desire makes Natsuo's swell in turn - thinking that this man didn't feel the same all-consuming desire was agonizing to a degree that even Natsuo didn't quite understand, but now it makes perfect sense. Everything finally makes sense.

The cold feels good is all Natsuo needs to hear. He ducks his head and breathes a puff of chilled air against the front of Dabi's throat, then cools his lips to follow it with firm, icy kisses. His desire is definitely swelling now, enough that Dabi can probably feel the insistent press of it against his thigh.

Edited 2023-06-18 15:47 (UTC)

The cold press against his skin had Dabi shuddering, curses falling from his lips as he willingly bares his throat to the other. Letting his head fall back as he shifts and rolls so his back is ont he mattress and he's insistently pulled the other over him. He's perfectly happy with Natsuo towering over him, cold lips making goosebumps rise in their wake as Dabi can feel himself being cooled even for a moment. The ever present heat that builds under his skin tamed and tempered for a moment.

Add to that feeling just how much the other wants him only makes Dabi grin like a Cheshire, clinging to the other with rough hands and ragged nails as he shifts his leg. Thigh pressing incessantly against the other while he felt himself swelling in the confines of his stitched pants.

Natsuo's just as glad to have his brother pinned down with the weight of his body this time, though he's also overwhelmed by the urge to sit up and just look at him. For all the changes that most people would probably call damage, Natsuo thinks that Dabi's one of the most beautiful people he's ever seen - taller than he would've expected, about as slim as he would've expected but with far more defined muscle tone, with a sharper new smile and the same soulful eyes that made him look like such a mournful child. And he's beautiful with the scars in Natsuo's eyes, not in spite of them or because of them. They're just another unexpected new feature.

Before he gets the chance to stop and stare, Dabi wedges a thigh between their bodies and amps up the urgency yet again, making him buck against it with a groan. "Impatient... I'm getting there," he mutters against Dabi's neck, even as he decides to crawl down Dabi's body and skip right to his snug, visibly tented pants. Settled between his legs, Natsuo slips his belt open and undoes his fly, then bends low to press wet kisses to the front of his underwear.

"I want you in me this time," he says between kisses, eyes tilted up to keep his gaze locked on Dabi's face. "Let me ride you?"

The grin splits to an almost uneasy laugh that shakes Dabi's chest. He's not nervous, he has no reason to be, it's just that this is more than he could hope for and yet here he was, looking down at Natsuo with is pants open and reveling in the feeling of the other pressed against him.

"Fuck yes, what ever you want." Hands moved to card through short white hair, tugging lightly as he hissed out a sigh.

"I want a lot, Dabi. You'd better not make any promises your stamina can't keep."

That warning comes with a truly wicked smile as Natsuo pulls back Dabi's underwear, but his plan to take the other man's cock right into his mouth suffers a slight delay when Natsuo notices its... adornments. Huh. Now he's kind of embarrassed not to have noticed last time.

Tilting his head curiously to one side, Natsuo drags a fingertip down the line of piercings and then back up to the tip. "Damn..." His tongue flicks over his lips as he next wraps a hand around Dabi's length and gives it a stroke, just to feel the entire effect at once. Even just against his palm, it's enough to make him shudder. "Any more surprises I should know about?"

"Guess you'll just have to find out how much my stamina can keep."

He really shouldn't be promising that. He doesn't have as much stamina as his brother and he already knows that all too well. He'd never had as much as either of his brothers. Between how his quirk burned through him and having his mothers weaker consitution...it meant his stamina definitely wasn't what it should be. Still, he'd try his damnedest if it meant having Natsuo riding his cock.

Speaking of his brother, hearing the surprise in his voice made Dabi chuckle.

"What? Didn't see that last time? Tsk tsk, such a selfish little brother I have." Teasing he pushed Natsuo's bits of fringe out of his face, heel of his hand resting against the younger man's forehead. "Guess you'll just have to be surprised, or earn that knowledge, huh?"

Natsuo's gone from eager to desperate for Dabi to be inside him, but that little remark about him being selfish - which he knows damn well is true most of the time - helps to remind him what he came down here for. He huffs out a quick laugh and releases his grip on Dabi's cock so he can replace it with his mouth, but not all at once like he initially planned.

No, this selfish little brother swallows his niisan down in increments, with each piercing marking a spot to stop and massage what he's taken in so far with his tongue. Only once he's hit the base does he hollow out his cheeks and slowly pull up with a hum of enjoyment.

The smirk on Dabi's lips falters as he watches Natsuo sink down lower and lower, head falling back with a hiss when he is fully hilted.

"Fuuuuck, that's it." He groans, hips shifting to try and chase feeling of Natsuo's lips around him, tongue against each bar. It feels too good to be true.

When Dabi's hips rise off the bed, Natsuo goes still to let him take over the pace if he wants, even grabbing one of Dabi's hands and placing it on his head to make the message clear. It's very much not a good idea to wonder how such a customarily selfish lover learned to suck dick like this - Dabi's best plan is just to enjoy it, since Natsuo has long since lost the last traces of his gag reflex.

The last thing Dabi wants to do in that moment is wonder how his baby brother learned to suck dick. He already knows he'd have that ugly jealousy coiling in the pit of his stomach and it would sour a lot of things. He'd be a hypocrite, you don't live on the streets like he did without doing things that most would think of as unsavory. Or that taught someone much too young how to suck a guy off without gagging.

So instead he just takes the direction and lets his fingers curl and tug at short white strands. Hips snapping up to push his cock down the others throat before backing off and letting him go at his own pace. It felt good but for now his goal wasn't to just use Natsuo, his brother was too precious for that.

"That's it Natsu, so good." He murmurs, almost surprised when there isn't smoke rising from the seems around his face. "So eager for big bro's cock, yeah?"

Just one thrust and he lets up the pressure. Sentimental bastard. Natsuo rewards him with steady bobs of his head and thorough massaging sweeps of his tongue that gradually fill his whole mouth with Dabi's taste. That and Dabi's sweet words of praise have his own cock leaking between his legs, and he answers Dabi's rhetorical question with a moan around his mouthful right when he once again hits the base.

He needs to multitask if he wants to get through this without hurting one or both of them with his impatience. Pausing his movements for just a moment, he wipes away some of the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and uses his thumb to spread it over two of his fingers, which he presses against and then into his hole to get it ready for what comes next.

When his rhythms match up, fingers fucking himself in time with each bob and lift of his head, Natsuo's amazed he doesn't come from that alone. Talk about paltry stamina - he's moaning steadily now, every breath through his nostrils audibly sharp and shallow.

He is sentimental but it's something only Natsuo will ever see, it also has it's limits. The moaning mixed with the lewd sounds coming from the other sucking him off has Dabi pushing down more frequently, thrusting up into his mouth with a deep moan. It feels too damn good too damn fast. He can feel his release creeping up on him and it's all he can do to tug Natsuo up off his cock completely, eyes watching where the other's hand disappears to open himself up.

"Fuck, way too good...wanna cum inside you, mark you deep. You're all mine, right Natsu?" Fingers toyed in the other's hair before running down the back of his neck.

Natsuo's a bit disappointed when Dabi pulls him off, especially since he could feel the other man getting close in the coiled tension building in his muscles, but he's got a good point. It seems like Natsuo's in danger of becoming addicted to everything they do together so it's good that one of them has the self-control to progress the situation rather than just give in.

Wiping off his wet mouth and chin with the back of an arm, Natsuo sits up and looks into his brother's eyes - his own are fogged with lust, pupils blown so wide that the grey of his irises is barely visible, and his lips are obscenely swollen and red against pale skin. This is what Dabi missed out on the first time, and what he'll always get to see from now on.

"Yours," Natsuo rasps out, his throat obviously rubbed quite raw. "All yours. Always." He tugs Dabi's pants down to his ankles, then his underwear, so he can kick off the entire works. Once he's back up straddling Dabi's haunches, he gives him another deep kiss and whispers against his lips: "Only yours."

Any other time and Dabi would probably have not stopped the other, he would have let himself get lost in it but not tonight. Not when all he wanted was to feel the other against him and be reminded that he wasn't alone any more. He had a part of his past, a good part, with him.

The words that fall from Natsuo's lips, that are whispered against his own scarred and chapped ones, makes Dabi shudder. Hands grasping muscled thighs as he returns the kiss with the same passion as before.

"And I'm yours."

He didn't exactly need those words of confirmation anymore, but they still spark a warm glow in his chest that brings a smile to his lips. With an indulgent sigh of pleasure, Natsuo sits up and positions himself over Dabi's cock with one hand holding it in place.

And good lord, Natsuo has absolutely no idea what he's in for.

The first bar that slips past his tight ring of muscle and inside him sends such a jolt through his body that he has to stop and catch his breath. It's just a foreign sensation, that's all, nothing painful or even that uncomfortable... but as he keeps impaling himself and more of those little metal bars work their way in, he's hit with shiver after shiver and gasp after gasp. He's never been this sensitive inside, especially not right off the bat.

"J-Jesus..." His ass finally settles on Dabi's pelvis and he closes his eyes, trying desperately to adjust to this entirely new experience of sex. "Forget what I said about stamina, this is gonna take some getting used to."

"Just wait until you start moving." Grinning tightly Dabi held himself still, one hand practically leaving fingering sized bruises on Natsuo's thigh while the other moved to stroke his brother a couple times. Palm brushing over the wet head before gliding down again.

"Doing so giving good already, knew you'd like it. And it just gets better from here."

How many other people have gotten to feel this?

An unwelcome thought, too bitter for the sweetness of the moment and too cold for the heat building between them. It only shows on Natsuo's face for a moment, but the shadow that flickers over his expression is too dark to miss. Enough of that, he tells himself fiercely.

Thankfully, it's all too easy for him to sink into Dabi's sensory overload - his dry rasp of a voice, his bruising grip with one hand and deft movements of the other, and the hot throb of his length splitting Natsuo open - and shut out thought altogether. Biting down hard on his lip, he gives his hips a tentative roll and immediately groans with what sounds like utter agony, but doesn't stop him from grinding down again and again. He doesn't even need to lift himself off enough to bounce on Dabi's dick when just swiveling and rolling his hips feels so fucking good.

He also doesn't dare speak anymore, because he's already so delirious with pleasure that he can feel the name Touya perched on the tip of his tongue.

Warm hands running up and down Natsuo's thighs, the hushed words of encouragement on Dabi's tongue. It's all a lot and the villain knows it, thrives on it. He's quickly learning how intoxicating it is to see his little brother coming undone on his cock.

"Come on, Natsu. You're doing so good, but you can do better." It takes a moment before Dabi tries to help coax Natsuo's hips up. He can't lift him for sure, Dabi isn't nearly strong enough for that, but he can still coax the other to try and actually ride him properly. It feels good, but he knows he can push Natsuo out of keeping his mouth shut and that's what Dabi wants. Even as he plants his feet and rolls his hips up to meet Natsuo's grinding.

That upward shift of Dabi's hips is all it takes to shake Natsuo out of his stupor and make him crave more. Dabi's right, he can do much better than just reveling in tiny shifts of sensation and they both deserve more. This moment deserves more.

He lifts himself off Dabi's body until the final piercing tugs at his hole and then slams back down, throwing his head back to cry out in sheer overstimulated pleasure. Not once has he ever felt this good when not in the throes of orgasm, and he's distantly shocked to realize that he didn't actually come then and there.

"N-Niisan -" Despite being the one in charge of the fast, hard pace he sets, there's still a pleading whine to Natsuo's voice as he impales himself again and again. "- Niisan, Niisan - !!"

... if anyone can hear this, they're going to think that Dabi and Zero have some seriously strange kinks, and they won't be wrong.

Cursing under his breath, Dabi isn't surprised when his brother does start moving...however he is surprised by just how much the other send to enjoy it. It makes him grin, eyes clouded with lust as he does his best to meet each time Natsuo drops down onto him. Grinding up with a deep moan while the hand in his brothers cock moves again pumping him in time before growing the base to try and force the other to last longer.

"That's it baby bro, fuck that feels so good. Y'make me feel so good baby." His hand stutters, his harder to move up as he feels like every nerve is on fire. He burns but in a different way than what he's used to. Sure he can feel himself starting to overheat, it's not the all encouraging burning he's been known to feel. Instead this time it's got a cooling edge to it also with the intensity and passion he's always looking for.

Dabi catches Natsuo right on the razor's edge of orgasm when he suddenly clamps his hand around the base of Natsuo's cock, making his face contort and his body shudder with the agony of near-completion. This beautiful, beloved bastard, daring to edge him during what is already the best sex of his life by a massive margin... and before he can even chew Dabi out for it, words of praise start to spill from Dabi's lips and Natsuo forgets anything was ever wrong.

"Me too... I'm so close, Niisan, so fuckin' close..." His dick won't stop twitching in Dabi's hand and he's struggling just as much to keep up a steady pace with his entire body pleading for release. "We can do it again, all night if you want, just... please let me cum, please..."

Edited 2023-06-20 18:07 (UTC)

"So needy," Dabi teased, grinning at the others begging before he finally conceded. Moving his hand in time with the way Natsuo moved. "Come on then, cum on niisan's cock."

He can feel himself at the edge, legs shaking with the effort of thrusting up to meet Natsuo, moans coming out gravely and low as his head falls back. It's a coil that's strung tight in his gut that finally snaps with a surprised sound, spilling over into the man above him with a growl. His hands turn hot and he knows he needs to be careful but in that moment it's hard to hold back, hard to grab anywhere but Natsuo's hips to pull him fully against the other without letting up. "Fuck!"

Everything about Dabi's proximity already has Natsuo feeling much hotter than he's in any way accustomed to, and that just doubles and trebles when he's finally allowed to cum. The heat rips through him, dangerous because it's so damn good and good because it's so damn dangerous, leaving him a gasping and trembling wreck by the time Dabi empties into him with that hoarse, feral growl.

Burning up... burning...?

Wait.

Dabi's hands are actually scalding his skin.

With a startled yelp of pain, Natsuo separates Dabi's hands from his skin with thick sheets of ice. The cool is soothing but not, he thinks, enough to counteract the burns altogether - they'll need time to heal, and might even scar. Dabi really did leave the deep mark he was talking about.

... that doesn't bother Natsuo as much as it should.

"Shit-" Dabi cursed, hands springing away from the ice that pops and sizzles under them. When he had mentioned marking he hadn't meant it in such a painful way. He hadn't meant it in such a permanent way. He takes a breath or two, letting everything settle and the clarity of everything come back to him. It's just another breath before he's tugging Natsuo down, a hand on the back of his neck that is back to only just above a normal persons temperature.

"'m sorry," He murmurs against the others lips. "Shoulda been more careful, didn' wanna burn you." His words are slurred but still so much more gentle than anyone but Natsuo might think he could be.

Even Natsuo's incredibly strong, resilient ice leaves rivulets of water trickling down his skin as it works to cool the burn. And that's without using any actual flame. Fuck, his brother is so powerful... his spent cock actually gives a pathetic little twitch at the realization.

But then Dabi pulls him close and Natsuo's attention completely narrows in on the brother that has now become his entire world. He responds to Dabi's apologies with lazy, sated kisses and incoherent murmurs of affection until he's had his fill of Dabi's mouth, then pulls back just enough to give him a warm smile.

"It's alright, niisan. Just means everyone who sees them will know who I belong to."

"Yeah..." He's glad Natsuo see's it that way even if there is still part of him that hates the loss of control. Still, it would be hard for anyone to mistake those handprints for anyone else's. Especially with them being burns.

Dabi returns each kiss easily, sighing into the feeling as he grins a bit. "Good thing you're quick on your feet, even while you're getting railed." There's a chuckle as Dabi tries to shift a bit more to get comfortable. Hard when his brother is made of muscle and is already bigger than him. As good as it feels he also just wants to cuddle up to the cooler skin that Natsuo provides.

"Mmm, as nice as this is...lay down? Yer heavier than me."

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