trashborn:
Ichimatsu grumbled beneath his breath, his face turning even redder. He gritted his teeth before saying a bit louder, “FUCK me, onii-chan.”
Oh that face was just cute and funny to him. He slowly moves his hands up to the other’s waist, pushing the jacket up. He brushes his lips against his neck gently, as if he was teasing him. ❝You’ll have to get me in the mood if you want Onii-chan to do that~❞




















