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The razor in Amane's hand shakes as he makes another cut across his left thigh. It's the fifth one tonight. His tears come slower now and his breathing has mellowed out. The little beads of red that bubble through his skin get too heavy and start their journey down his thighs and onto the bathroom tile. Amane sniffles a bit.
The slippery sounds of skin heard just a foot away, a huff, and the click of blunt nails clicking into the floor as the hand attached to them closes into a soft fist. Amane lifts his head just enough to see Tsukasa sitting with his clothes around one ankle, falling off his little hip as he spreads his legs further. His soft lips part with a sigh and he opens his eyes just enough to see that Amane has stopped.
"Hey, don't stop, keep going…" Tsukasa gently encourages Amane. His voice barely audible over the slick sounds coming from slightly lower.
Amane lets his head fall again, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. Five little marks, barely deep enough to bleed, all lined up in a row staring up at him with so many beady eyes. The cold metal against the closest cut makes him shiver as he brushes the blade at an angle over his fresh skin. He presses the tip down, slowly, gently, it hurts. The muscles in his arm tense and–
"AMANE!"
He jolts backwards, jerking his arms up quickly to catch the momentum of his movement. The blade digs deep, so much deeper than he wanted, and slices his thigh open in a jagged motion. Amane feels his skin tingling at the new sensation, the peel of the two walls separating, the vibration of the cut waving out into the rest of his body. He doesn't shout, but he chokes on the air he gasped in.
Tsukasa moans.
"Good boy, ah- Amane. You know why you uoh haa deserve this. And you're doing so oooh so good making up for it." His hands work faster and he licks his teeth over, grinning, staring between Amanes crying face gasping for air and the fresh wound on his thigh.
The new cut bleeds faster, more blood pools under his legs. It stings less but the area where it should sting instead feels numbed, like the shock to Amane's system triggered whatever protection it could afford him. It will only be numb for a little while. He scrambles a little bit for the bandages they had set aside in case of an emergency. Didn't want to get in trouble by going to mom and dad if there was an accident. He panics and kicks the razor and box of bandages over. A shadow blocks out the incandescent public bathroom lights.
"You don't need to do that," Tsukasa says, "here, give me…"
Tsukasa turns Amane's body and lifts his leg up so that the blood from his cuts smears on his tummy. Tsukasa holds on tight, practically hugging Amane, and slides his little cock between Amane's thigh and tummy.
"OWW ow Tsu-tsukasa that, oww oww, that hurts!" Amane struggles and whisper shouts out.
Tsukasa's little cock rests just between the new incision, pressing it open and he moves his hips in whatever way feels the best. It doesn't poke out of the other side, but Tsukasa imagines that if it did he would bump his peepee up against Amane's parts, and that it would be thrilling.
Amane sobs, snotty sniffles words like "no" and "stop" and "please" as Tsukasa ruts against his stinging wounds. Blood coats his cock and makes everything hot and slick. Tsukasa finds himself nearly drooling over Amane's tummy, eyes fixated on the smear of blood that's being pushed out from the force of his hips. Amane just keeps crying harder and louder, and Tsukasa's hips stutter and slam in as deep as he can get as he cums in his brother's self-inflicted wound, drowning the blood and flesh with spurts of white. He wishes it would get Amane pregnant.
Amane starts to quiet down as Tsukasa pulls out of the thigh-tummy hole, one last slide of hot flesh against the walls of the cut drawing out a wretched sounding breath. Tsukasa peeks over Amane's knee and sees his brother's messed up face, snotty nose, red eyes and puffy lids, red lips from being bitten trying to choke back sobs. His hand is slowly moving over his nipple and over his private parts, careful not to be too quick and harsh. He's not doing it right.
Tsukasa gets in front of him and uses his mouth to get Amane off, sucking and licking and nibbling. He's not too gentle and Amane cums in no time, a string of it connecting Tsukasa's lips to his parts and Tsukasa licks his lips, swallowing.
Amane cries, immediately collapses in on himself and hugs his knees to his chest, letting his head rest on the cold bathroom tiles. His breath uneven and face so hot he felt like he would easily explode. The sound of running water brings him back just long enough to see Tsukasa angling the nozzle of the park shower onto both of them. Then he feels his eyes water and he's back to sobbing loudly on the floor.
"Hurry up, I want to get back in time to play some games before mom and dad pick us up," Tsukasa says, "okay?"
Amane barely hears but still nods a little, as much as he can.
Tsukasa washes himself and then Amane. There's no soap so his hands will have to do. He tries to be gentle but Amane doesn't stop trying to move away and so he grabs his wrist hard to keep him in place while he rubs his hands over Amane's chest, fingers sliding easily over his nipples thanks to the hot water. He repeats it a few times, lingering over his perky pink nubs every time, encouraged by Amane's gasps and breaths in between the now soft crying. He feels hot, but they already did it so he should be careful to not overstimulate Amane.
He quickly, a little less gently, rubs the rest of Amane down and then puts him back down on the tile. Let's Amane lay there and finish crying before he turns off the water. Stuffs the razor and bandages into his pouch quickly, handing Amane some bandages in the process. Amane slowly peels each bandage open and sticks them forcefully and deliberately.
By the time Amane is finished with his bandages, Tsukasa is already dressed and tapping his foot waiting for Amane to grab his clothes. If he unlocked the door and ran off before he got dressed someone might walk in and see his brother naked. And then maybe they would want to stick their things into him and do it instead of Tsukasa. He realizes he's hard again and tries to ignore it, there's a few games he reeeeeeally wants to play. He makes note of his new fantasy and already starts to plan it out before Amane gets up and finishes getting his clothes on.
He just wonders when he'll do that one.