*killua’s chest hammers violently -god, was gon’s heart always this powerful? — as he’s pushed up against the wall, both arms hopelessly trapped. the bar that runs along the wall presses into his butt, giving him a little more stability as he otherwise relies on the strength of his legs on gon’s hips and gon’s grip on his wrists to hold him up. he huffs at the taunt, squeezing his legs tighter around him so he can feel the growing bulge in the front of his too-tight shorts grind into his belly.*

that’s all you.