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Ichimatsu really had no idea, how he was here. Well, yes he did, he was waiting for Choromatsu and Todomatsu to finish with their shopping, but the mall was full of people. The bench Osomatsu had chosen to take over was right in the middle of the mall, but people were just walking by, not really paying attention to the two of them. Still, Ichimatsu felt a bit suffocated. Even if nobody was paying attention to him, there were still a lot of people here. Instinctively Ichimatsu pressed himself a bit closer to Osomatsu, who was leaning against the wall behind them, his eyes closed. The eldest was pretty bored with the situation, and just like Ichimatsu, didn’t bother to follow their other two brothers around. They could’ve just gone home without them, but it didn’t really matter if Osomatsu dozed off here or at home. Besides, Choromatsu would just yell if they left without saying anything.
Osomatsu was pretty content with keeping his eyes closed and listening to the busy mall around him, but when he felt Ichimatsu scoot closer he cracked his eyes open.
“What’s up?” Osomatsu asked curiously. It was known Ichimatsu didn’t like being around a lot of people, but it was just the mall, he should learn to handle it. Ichimatsu did look uncomfortable, but when Osomatsu spoke he glanced at his older brother, scooting back and returning the space between them.
“I didn’t say you needed to move”, Osomatsu said, and this time he moved closer to Ichimatsu, breaking the distance again. “Need to hold my hand?” Osomatsu teased, gently nudging Ichimatsu with his elbow, only making the younger grunt in response.
While nudging his brother Osomatsu made the observation that Ichimatsu had gained a bit weight. Ichimatsu was a bit chubby, it was kind of hard to notice since he often wore his hoodie, but Osomatsu definitely felt it when elbowing him. And being the airhead he was, he leaned closer and lifted the hem of the hoodie, exposing Ichimatsu’s whole stomach. “Ah, I was right! You have gained weight!”
Ichimatsu was too shocked, the humiliation effectively stealing his ability to function. He could see people staring and snickering, and his face heated up immediately. As soon as he could feel his hands again he grabbed Osomatsu’s wrists, forcing them away, which made the hoodie fall back down.
“Don’t ever do that again”, Ichimatsu hissed, sending daggers at Osomatsu with his eyes. Osomatsu only laughed, rubbing his nose with his index finger.
“I’m pretty observant after all, aren’t I?” To Osomatsu, the whole thing was something to brag about. Ichimatsu was still embarrassed, hating it, when his weight was brought up. He wouldn’t have cared that much, but when Osomatsu did something like that out of the blue, in front of all these people…
“You shouldn’t hide it, Ichimatsu. How else is anyone going to be able to feel how soft you are, if they can’t do this?” Before Ichimatsu could stop Osomatsu, his hands found the hem again, and the hoodie was lifted once again. Osomatsu pressed his hands against Ichimatsu’s sides, squeezing gently and letting out a tiny laugh. This time Ichimatsu managed to react faster, grabbing Osomatsu’s wrists again, but the eldest wasn’t going to let go.
“I’ll kill you, if you don’t stop right now”, Ichimatsu threatened, face red again. People were looking again, some laughing, some looking a bit disgusted at the scene. Ichimatsu didn’t want to see them, wanted to look away, but couldn’t help looking at them. Whenever eye contact was made with someone the humiliation pooled in his stomach, making him feel ill. He tried to pry Osomatsu’s hands away harder.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Ichi”, Osomatsu pouted, his hands moving on Ichimatsu’s skin, making the younger squirm when the touch tickled. “Not everyone has something to grab onto like this. It’s nice!” As to emphasize his words Osomatsu squeezed a bit harder, making Ichimatsu let out a strangled yelp. Ichimatsu wasn’t sure what Osomatsu was making him feel, it tickled and humiliated him, yet somehow the touch felt… good. Was it the actual touch that made him feel so, or just the attention he was getting from his big brother? He didn’t know. As expected from the trash, to feel good from something he was supposed to just feel embarrassed about. The thought made his cheeks only heat up more, and as Osomatsu’s hands moved up, his face wasn’t the only place heating.
“Osomatsu, I’m serious.” They were in public, and even though Ichimatsu didn’t really give a shit about what people would’ve thought about them, he was sure Osomatsu wouldn’t approve it if he publicly got a boner from his brother touching him. What was the deal with Osomatsu anyways, touching him so thoroughly when people were walking right in front of them?
“Yeah, yeah”, Osomatsu said, doing nothing to stop what he was doing. The eldest had leaned in really close, and as he spoke Ichimatsu could feel his breath against his neck. The hot air did not ease the beginnings of Ichimatsu’s condition at all, and the purple-hooded tried to struggle away.
“Osom-“, Ichimatsu couldn’t finish. Osomatsu’s hands were suddenly moving even further up, lifting his hoodie up even more, and now his whole chest was bare. The elder was caressing his chest, grabbing his chest fat and holding it like someone would hold a woman’s boobs. Ichimatsu wasn’t really fat enough for it to work that well, but Osomatsu seemed to enjoy doing it anyways, from the way he was squeezing them. And to Ichimatsu’s misfortune, he liked it too. It was horrible to feel so humiliated, yet so good. Now people were definitely giving them strange and disgusted looks, and Ichimatsu had to lower his face, unable to look at the people anymore. That only gave him a view of what Osomatsu’s hands were doing to him, and Ichimatsu couldn’t help but let out a moan.
Osomatsu hummed, having to bite his tongue at the sound. It was clear how this was affecting Ichimatsu, maybe not to the outsiders, unless they heard him. And it would probably be kind of bad if they did… The fact that this was also affecting Osomatsu had been unexpected, and he knew he’d better stop now, before this became any more suspicious than it already was, but seeing Ichimatsu so embarrassed was too good. Somehow the fact that they were doing this right in the middle of a busy mall just made the whole thing so hot, and Osomatsu didn’t want to stop.
“You’re so dirty, Ichimatsu”, Osomatsu whispered, making his brother let out another tiny noise. Damn it. He squeezed a bit harder.
“Nii-san”, Ichimatsu breathed out, knowing he couldn’t take this for much longer. It was pretty clear for anyone looking at them that Osomatsu wasn’t just tickling him or something like that, and finally Osomatsu let go, letting Ichimatsu hurriedly drag his hoodie down. The people in front of them were walking past so fast that nobody probably had looked at them for longer than a few seconds, so nobody should’ve been too suspicious. For a moment the two of them just sat in silence, kind of trying to figure out what had just happened.
“I didn’t expect that to be so hot”, Osomatsu finally said, leaning back against the wall. Ichimatsu wasn’t looking at him, waiting for the redness to leave his face. It was hard to think about something else than Osomatsu squeezing him, he could still feel where his brother had touched him, but he had to force the thoughts away in order to calm himself, and his lower parts, down.
“It wasn’t”, Ichimatsu murmured, even though they both knew just how much Ichimatsu had liked the humiliation. Osomatsu grinned, rubbing his nose again.
“You know, nobody was paying that much attention…” Osomatsu glanced at Ichimatsu, but the younger still couldn’t look at his brother. Osomatsu leaned back closer and placed his hand on Ichimatsu’s thigh. Slowly Ichimatsu turned to look at his brother, but it was hard to say what he was thinking. Well, no protests were heard, so Osomatsu slowly moved his hand up, up…
“That guy is looking”, Ichimatsu said, and Osomatsu followed his gaze. There was indeed someone a bit older than them sitting further away, looking at them. He looked a bit confused, but at the same time it looked like he knew exactly what the two were doing. Osomatsu turned to look back at Ichimatsu, already drawing his hand away, but Ichimatsu grabbed his wrist and brought his hand straight to his crotch. Osomatsu raised his brow in confusion, but noticed Ichimatsu still holding eye contact with the stranger, and he, too, turned back to look at the guy, flashing him a grin.
“I like the way you think”, Osomatsu grinned, turning back to Ichimatsu, who was now looking at Osomatsu instead of the stranger. If he wanted to watch, he could.