deathswordo
"I-I’m fine. Don’t worry," was his stuttered response, a light red hue dusting his cheeks in embarrassment. He couldn't let his brother know he was scared of horror movies!
Climbing back onto the bed, he re-situated himself next to Yuuichi once more and the two began to focus their attention back on the screen, the only sounds filling the room was the audio from the movie and their soft breathing.
Only when another particular scary scene came on, automatically Kyousuke pressed his face into Yuuichi’s neck, lips pressing up against the skin there.
He heard Yuuichi gasp, but Kyousuke didn’t pull away, lingering there as his breath fanned over the skin. He wanted to stay in this position, even if it meant his lips brushing up against the others neck every time he shifted or jumped at a sound coming from the television.
Yuuichi was surprised. Of course he'd be. In one instant he'd been watching a particularly gory scene and before he knew it, in the next his brother had firmly attached himself to his side. Which wouldn't have been such a big deal if it weren't for the way he'd nuzzled himself into his neck as a result, pressing into him in what could only be described as a kiss. The lips that brushed against him were soft and indescribably warm, he felt a blush coming to his cheeks.
Thank goodness for the darkness.
Gaze flickering to the movie then back to Kyousuke, Yuuichi understood. He was scared. Was Kyousuke bad with horror movies? That explained the former tenseness to his air, and the way he'd fallen. He shifted his torso, moving just enough to allow him to loop his arms around the younger boy's body and draw him in warmly, properly against his chest.
"It's okay...it's okay, big brother is here. I'll tell you when the scene is over, alright? You don't have to look if you don't want to."
