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‟Keep- Nh, keep quiet, Mana. . .” Kunimasa rumbled into his neck, and Manami mewled, breathless and squirming between the drag of fangs threatening to pierce the tender skin and the fingers inside him. He shivered and wrapped his legs tighter around his brother’s waist, arching invitingly.
‟Why?” Manami pouted, once he had half a breath, and nipped at Kunimasa’s jaw, then again, harder, tasting blood. He grinned as Kunimasa snarled, crushing him against the wall, and struggled to rub against Kunimasa when so fiercely pinned. ‟Are you ashamed of Mana?”
Kunimasa’s snarl faded into a grumbly huff accompanied by gentler nuzzling, and Manami giggled, only to gasp sharply as Kunimasa pushed a hand into the almost nonexistent space between their bodies, palming his cock. Kunimasa smirked, dipping his head to rub their noses together.
‟You’re mine, kitten,” he said, and Manami purred as loud as he could, heart fluttering and soaring at the claim, ‟but mom’s out there with Karen and I’d rather not. . .”
Manami pouted again . . . or he would have, if Kunimasa hadn’t been stroking him, rough and hot, pulling him higher to fit tight between his thighs. Manami wriggled hopefully, aching to take Kunimasa inside; it had been hours and anyway Kunimasa had fucked him this morning but it had been quick and they hadn’t had time to linger - not that they would here, either, crammed in a closet among the guest rooms - and-
. . .and if his papa was out there in the corridor. . .
Manami hissed, burying his face in Kunimasa’s neck. Well, he remembered all too well what Papa had tried to do - taking Kunimasa away and Manami had wanted to help her, but only to get that horrible brat retrograde, barely better than a monkey human, away from Kunimasa. Not to drug Kunimasa and try to barter him off to some- some-
Manami bit sharply at Kunimasa’s shoulder, his neck, and Kunimasa’s growl reverberated through his entire body - reminding him who he belonged to, and how deeply Kunimasa felt that. Manami softened, easing his bite - a little - and purring as he rocked his hips, arching against his brother.
Now he just wanted Papa to hear, to know who belonged to Kunimasa, so she would never try to take him away again.
Not that Papa listened much to anything but herself, and Mama when she was real mad, but-
Kunimasa drove himself deep into Manami’s body with a single harsh, rolling thrust and Manami’s keening cry had very little to do with the conscious desire to be overheard, caught, seen, known, and everything to do with the fiery rush of pleasure set blazing through him on his brother’s cock.
Manami clawed at Kunimasa’s shoulders and he snarled, nearing a roar, and there was no way they weren’t going to be heard, Manami thought faintly, throwing his head back on another gasping, begging cry.
Good, he thought, and Kunimasa took the invitation, biting his throat roughly, a drag of fangs, piercing and sinking deep, so good, Kunimasa, fuck, mine!