oh, fuck—

*the curse sounds so strange in gon’s voice, much harsher than he’s used to hearing. he’s learned in their previous sexual exploration that gon is more of a name-caller instead, always crying out killua, killua, killuaaa— he feels the urge arising but tamps it down, smashing his lips against gon’s to keep them busy. gon knows exactly what he’s doing with his own dick, and it has him feeling so weak-kneed that the grip in his legs begins to slip, forcing him to rely more on the wall to hold him up, leaning back against it.*

hah— yes—