Kido should have expected it to end up like this when they'd moved out and ended up living together, without any adults. But still she was a little confused about the process, about how exactly she'd gotten here, on her back in her bed with Seto covering the hollow of her neck with kisses and Kano pushing her shirt up to do the same to her stomach.

It shouldn't be hot. They were her foster brothers, and furthermore they were both idiots. But Kano reappeared in her line of sight and kissed her sloppily, pushing Seto's head out of the way so he could lean over her properly, and Kido felt heat sweep through her. Seto whined in disappointment, and Kido felt around for him with one hand, catching ahold of his shirt and dragging him back down before he think to leave.

Kano wasn't satisfied with just kissing her; his hand was dipping under the hem of her pajama pants already, and Kido squirmed at the strange feeling of his long fingers against her thigh. There were lips on the curve of her hip and Kido suddenly realized she'd forgotten about Seto, and she wouldn't be able to see him even if her eyes were open as Kano kissed her. The lips moved to the edge of her rib cage, and her bra was being shoved up messily, and that was the last straw. Kido pushed them both away, sitting up and gasping as the motion made Kano's hand press briefly against her.

"Are you cavemen?" she demanded angrily, and they stared back at her, Seto looking upset and confused and Kano amused, a crooked smile on his face. "It's not that hard," she mumbled, reaching around and undoing her bra. Seto choked a gasp of relief, glad he hadn't messed up that badly, and Kano raised an eyebrow.

"Don't just sit there," she growled as she pushed the straps off her shoulders, "take your shirts off, then." No one was getting any sleep tonight.