*killua’s stomach melts like butter at the soft encouragement before the words reach his brain and set of alarms of indignance. he pulls their mouths apart with a glare.*

baby? y-you’re the—

*his words twist into a groan as gon plays with his tip, his voice again much rougher than is typical of gon. killua’s pulled him down to a whole new register. he wraps his arms around his own lean shoulders for purchase, looking down between them to see gon’s dick throbbing in his own slender hand, but his sensations are backwards, feeling the squeeze of his grip around him instead of the pulse in his palm. it get stranger the more he thinks about it, so he forces himself to give up, let the pleasure-seeking missile that is gon’s body take over and start to jerk his hips into the contact.*