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I don't own anything
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The room was dark, and the coldness lay still in the air. The body lay under covers in the centre of the room, eyes closed and unmoving, still enough to convince one that it was dead. The door slid open, letting a soft stream of light slip in. Footsteps were inaudible as the figure made his way towards the sleeping other. The door had been closed, so even if the sleeping figure awoke, he wouldn't be able to see who was in his room. The standing man crouched down, his hand reaching over to the sleeping face and gently caressing the smoth skin. Dark eyes flitted open, looking over to the source. A mouth a curled into a smile.
"Looks like I woke you Niisan."
A smirk adorned the said man's lips. "You know I'm a light sleeper."
"Maybe I forgot." The other said, his tone light and playful.
"Hn, what are you here for?"
"Maybe I wanted to see how you were."
"You're the one that wants the place as heir, so I highly doubt your statement."
"You're sounding proffessional today."
"You know I sound proffessional all the time Jiro."
The younger Chouno smiled and leant over, pressing his lips against the sickly ones. A soft moan was all he got, which pushed him into brushing the tip of his tongue against Koushaku's bottom lip. Cool hands clasped the side of his face, and Jiro's closed eyes opened. Dark eyes, much like his own, looked back up at him.
"Your hands are so soft. Like a girl's."
"Oh? So you've held a girl's hand Jiro?" Koushaku asked, raising one eyebrow with a smirk.
"Mm, from time to time. They just can't keep their hands off of me."
A chuckle was heard before the grasp of those hands tightened sligtly and pulled him into another kiss. Jiro slipped his tongue in almost immediately, his hands taking the covers off of him. Fingers sliped through the folds of the sleeping yukata, copping a feel of the velvety skin underneath. Something between a gasp and a moan came from Kouhshaku as he arched into the touch.
"Jiro."
Jiro smiled as Koushaku whispered the name, the hands on his face sliding down to his shoulders, their grasp tightly fisting the fabric of his shirt. Jiro shifted his body so that he was on top of his brother, straddling him. He loosened the obi and undid the koshihimo, letting him pull the Yukata apart. He undid the small ties of the Hada-Juban, giving himself full view of Koushaku's chest. The older brother shivered, the cold air brushing against him.
"Are you cold?"
"I think I am."
Jiro smiled and let his body rest against the other's, leaning in and kissing him again, his hands wandering around Koushaku's chest. A shudder was heard at the action and arms looped around the younger one's neck.
"Do you want me?" Koushaku asked softly. Jiro's lips curled into a smile.
"Of course."
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Yukata - something like a kimono, just not as complicated.
Koshihimo - the string that keeps the Yukata together, tied around the waist.
Obi - The outer sash, it hides the Koshihimo.
Hada-Juban - An undershirt worn to absorb sweat and such.
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Hmm, I was originally going to make this into a smut story, but I got really lazy, so I decided to just make it into a oneshot fluff.
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