[ Thomas's breath hitches as Heartland's fingers press inside, slipping into him easily enough and stretching him out.

(he's slick and hot and he opens up easily for Heartland's fingers but he shifts and squirms around them, biting at his lip and clutching at the sheets) ]

B-but... but niisama...

[ Squirming more, he twists and whines, trying to twist himself to be facing Heartland.

(even in the security of the blankets, facing outward like this feels open, vulnerable, with no way to cling on and anchor himself) ]

Niisama wouldn't lie to it, right...?