"What's the big deal about this new kid anyway?" Kakeru scowled, but when he glanced down for support, his twin was no longer right beside him. "Wataru?"

Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his pants and hauled him behind the tree. Kakeru grunted as his back thudded against the rough bark of the tree, then he slid down until his butt struck the ground. His brother climbed into his lap without hesitation.

"If the King's excited already," Wataru said, curling arms around Kakeru's waist and nuzzling his ear, "maybe he'll be fun to play with."

"Maybe," Kakeru agreed grudgingly, sliding a hand up Wataru's shirt to rub fingers over the sharp bumps of his spine. "But he won't be more fun than the King is."

"We can make our own fun," Wataru promised, then slid back off onto the grass and reached for Kakeru's belt.

"Wataruuu," Kakeru whined, but didn't make any move to stop him. "What if somebody sees?"

"Let 'em watch." Wataru grinned, tugging Kakeru's pants down far enough to slip a hand inside.

"You'll get all grass-stained again," Kakeru pointed out, giving an appreciative hum when Wataru tipped himself down onto his elbows and nuzzled Kakeru's cock where Wataru had freed it.

"More explainable than what you'll be stained with." Wataru's cackle was muffled when Kakeru grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down.

"You're a jerk, you know that?" Kakeru reported later when he was struggling to straighten his pants and smooth down his hair where the tree bark had tangled it all up.

"Jerkoff." Wataru grinned up at him from the grass, stretching his hands above his head, his wrists still tangled in Kakeru's tie.