*killua is taken off guard by the kiss, alarmed and disturbed to see his own face leaning in so close, feel his own lips kissing him. his stomach twists with an uncomfortable heat as he licks his tongue across them and tastes the combination of his own spit and blood. he'd never noticed it when he was in a body full of it, but gon's discerning tastebuds do pick up a distinct sweetness beneath the metallic tang.*

...you're right. and i...

*he grasps the turtleneck of gon's shirt, yanking him down for an open-mouthed kiss to give him a better taste. he grins impishly when he pulls back, licking his lips again.*

...have a sweet tooth.