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It was approaching the later hours of the night and everyone had already left to the shared futon upstairs. You were a bit tired, but stayed downstairs anyways to finish watching the variety show playing on TV. You’ve already seen this one, but you watch it again because Nyaa-chan is one of the guests stars. You would’ve had a more enjoyable time, if it weren’t for the fact that for some reason, Osomatsu decided to stay downstairs with you and watch. He’s only watching it to make fun of it anyways, which infuriates you, but you just ignore his dumb comments. Why would his opinion matter? Ah, this is the part where Nyaa-chan is challenged to cook for professional chefs. She doesn’t do very well, but that’s what's so endearing about it. Just imagine! Nyaa-chan giving it her best effort just to cook you something and make you proud! You start to get a bit jealous of the judges again.
“Hey~ Doesn’t she kinda suck at this?” Osomatsu groaned.
Ignore him, you tell yourself. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
“Why couldn’t they have her cook in an apron or something? Only an apron. She’ll win for sure!!”
Yup. Okay, you’re mad now.
“If you don’t like it then just go upstairs and sleep with the rest already!!”
“But I don’t wanna move~”
You should really try harder to avoid being caught in his pace so easily, but with his teasing nature and your need to make things correct and in order, it’s unavoidable. Even at times when you do realise he’s just messing with you, you can’t help it. That’s just how he is. That’s just how we are. That’s just how it’s been and you don’t know where we would be if it wasn’t like this, as much as that pisses you off.
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Where you didn’t expect us to be, is sitting together alone on the living room floor with his head snuggled into your neck and body wrapped around your own. Your hand is gently brushing through his hair and the other is rubbing soft circles on his back. You can’t quite remember when and how you got into this position, and why you’re so accepting of it, since you were so focusing too hard on ignoring him out of spite. He probably was trying to get your attention back to him, but didn’t feel like getting off of you. Now you just look like you’re cuddling- well, we technically are, but its not like you meant to initiate this. You’re just glad that nobody is awake to see you two because if one of your siblings saw, then all of them will know by tomorrow and the teasing wouldn’t go away until weeks later.
When living with 5 other brothers your whole life, you lose your own personal space and get used to being touched here and there. We’ve bathed each other, woke up spooning each other, held each other for protection when we get scared, so no, hugging your brother would not normally feel any different at all. However once you reach your 20-somethings, affectionate contact initiated on purpose significantly decreases. Especially nothing as close and... intimate as this. So you're sure that that has to be the reason why your heartbeat is increasing and your body feels warm and tingly everywhere that Osomatsu is touching. Maybe the reason why that your senses are completely focused on your brother, drowning out the TV (what was even happening in the show? You lost track) and any other concerns that you usually have floating in your head, is because you’ve been working too hard and getting sick. There’s really no other explanation for the sudden nervousness, anxiety, and guilt creeping up your spine.
“Choromatsu…”
Ah, you were hoping he was already asleep to avoid any more awkwardness that could come if he spoke about what was happening. You also thought he would at least sound a little more tired but his voice was awake, although calmer than usual. It makes you kinda glad that he's awake because then you don't have to take on the responsibility of carrying him upstairs. You could just leave a blanket on him but you'd rather just go straight to bed.
“Mmm?”
“Your heart’s beating really fast. That’s kinda gay you know? I can’t sleep like this.”
“Wait, so you really were sleeping on me just so I can carry you back?!”
“Yea! Pretty much.” He let out a soft chuckle.
Frustrated, you push him off, causing him to lose balance and hit the floor. Your body feels colder, but still remembers every part of you he made contact with and is still craving for more.
There he goes, taking advantage of you again. Really, you're sick of it, but you know that nothing about that is going to change and if it does? You’d be worried. You’d be… bored. Of course, you would love to be listened to for once, but dwelling on these thoughts is just going to worry yourself further.
Osomatsu sits back up with a chuckle, legs now tucked underneath him and index finger rubbing the area under his nose. “Haha, way to ruin the mood.”
“That was all you! And what mood do you mean anyways?”
“You have to admit, that felt pretty nice.”
There was that nagging part of you agreeing with him. It really did, and you wouldn’t hate doing it again. “Sure, but that’s only because we never get this close with anyone else. If it was say, Jyushimatsu, doing this with me, it would feel the same. It’s all just about the warmth.”
“Heh, really now? You’re saying that you can cuddle like this with anyone else and you’d feel the same?”
“That’s exactly that I’m saying.”
“Then would doing this with anyone else feel the same?”
He places his hand on top of yours, which you have rested by your foot. You blush a little, thankful for the room being only lit by the moon shining through the peek in the window. He’d just tease you even more knowing that he’s making you react like this.
“Y-Yes. What point are you trying to make…?”
“Mmm. Nothing. Okay, now would doing this with anyone else feel the same?”
His free hands moves to caress your cheek, which is probably burning red by now. You never noticed how close his face is to yours now. He has his stupid smirk on again, but this time you feel it might look kind of sweet and endearing. Your head must really be messed up. Your heavy breathing proves it. You’re tired. You were watching TV for too long. You should sleep. You should but you don’t want to just yet. You forget that you have to answer his question. You start moving your mouth before you’ve collected your thoughts and no words end up coming out. Great, that sure makes you look composed and smart now. All you can do is switch back and forth to staring at his eyes and lips. You're not sure what to do, and you can sense that he doesn't either, but the only thing that you feel like you could do was lean ever so slightly closer, reaching for him, but not too much in fear that he would get mad or disgusted at what you were hinting to do with him. After what felt like hours of hesitance, his lips finally takes the last push forward and presses against yours, shutting up whatever bullshit he expected for you to say. This situation is something you can’t comprehend right away, yet it feels so natural. You lean back into the kiss almost immediately and you feel him smile because from that. He truly is a bully, getting his enjoyment from having the upper-hand on you. You're not in the right mind to complain, however.
The kiss is firm and eager, but thankfully not rough and pushy, like what you’d expect from Osomatsu kissing anybody. His tongue isn't sloppily thrashing in your mouth or anything, he's being very... passionate, as much as it weirds you out to say. The large contrast from your expectations just makes your emotions spin even crazier than it already has been. His selfishness surprisingly isn’t showing through as much, although the late hour and sleepy atmosphere is most likely to blame. Your heart flutters when he lightly sucks on your lower lip as he pulls away and there’s a period where you both just stare and catch your breaths. He rubs his thumb against your cheek and so you soften up into his hand. He slides his other hand that was on top of yours and instead slides it to interlace your fingers together. Once again, you’ve been sucked into his pace, but this time you’re fully accepting of it and are willing to comply with whatever else he wants to do because you know that right now, whatever he does, you'll be completely fine with. You hope to god that he doesn't pull an Osomatsu and ruin the mood by joking around or try something that he, for sure, knows you wouldn't be fine with right now, because you really don't want this moment with him to end. You and Osomatsu has always had this special connection, different than with your other brothers, but it's never spoken of or pointed out. It'll just make things weird and just... out there. What you have, whatever it is, with him, is fine as its been. What you didn't know until tonight is that your connection could go deeper, and that your hearts wanted to go paths you shouldn't go, as brothers.
“You never answered my question.” he whispers against your lips.
“Shut up…”
This time it’s you who moves and initiates the kiss. It’s gentler, but shorter, and still just as sweet. By the time you pull away you already miss the feeling of his lips against yours, as much as you’d hate to admit, but in this moment you've stopped caring. You don’t care that his lips are chapped. You don’t care that he’s a man. You don’t care that he’s your own damn brother. And yet you don’t care that everything he’s doing is making you feel warm and fuzzy all over. All you care about is that this is definitely something you’ve been needing from him, and that all you want is more. This next kiss, you both move together and your lips meet with confidence and certainty instead of the previous fear and hesitance. A kiss that shows you both want this from each other, not in spite of each other. Your body relaxes, and any tense feelings you had built up, were being released by the same person who caused them. His hand, caressing your cheek, moves to brush through your hair and half-guide your head so that your kiss connects deeper, keeping him still in control, even at least a little. When that kiss ends you both follow it up almost immediately after. And following that is another one.
And another.
And another...
This process repeats, with each kiss feeling softer and gentler than the last, only making you drunk for more and filling you up with warm, pleasant butterflies in your stomach that fly up your throat and tickle you, worsening the rush of emotions spinning in your head. You swear you can feel him steal your breath each time he pulls away, as cheesy as that sounds, but you can't figure out an explanation for why you're left so breathless the more you continue. It's not as if theres much breathing time during kisses, but you shouldn't be a panting mess like this. This went on for god knows how long. You don’t really think about time because your mind’s focus is only Osomatsu’s hand sliding between your hair and cheek, Osomatsu’s warm breath gasping for air inbetween kisses, Osomatsu’s lips nipping at and sliding against yours and fitting together too perfectly, and just Osomatsu.
You have never felt this experience of feeling so at peace, yet so intense as your heart raced erratically against your chest. This whole experience is making you feel so sickly sweet that you feel weaker and weaker and all you want is to have Osomatsu envelope you in his shockingly soft kisses.
The lack of sleep and your tired muscles prevent you from reaching for another kiss, and instead lead you to rest your head against your brothers chest. His heart is beating just as hard as yours, which wipes away any last worried thought that you have that he might be playing a prank and just wanted to laugh at how he could make you feel. You’re still not entirely sure what his intentions were, but you know with confidence that nothing about this was unwanted, and that nothing about this was purely to get a rise out of you, and that he really did put his true emotions into this.
Osomatsu starts to move your arms into a more comfortable position other than just dangling at an awkward angle. His continues to run his right hand softly through your hair while his left hand rubs slowly on your back. Questions about what your relationship with each other and what lies ahead for your future flows suddenly into your mind but you’re too tired and soaked up in love, for you to stress and find the answers right now. That can be dealt with later.
Your eyes begin to close and the last thing you remember before drifting off into a pleasant sleep is a peck to your head and a soft whisper.
“Night, you loser.”