*he scratches at gon’s back, but there’s no claws to extend no matter how hard he flexes his muscles. his fingers instead curl into the comfortable layers of fabric he likes to wear, holding on tight as he arches his pelvis up into his own hand and then grinds it down into his own dick underneath him. his mind is still a whirlwind of confusion but gon’s body knows just what to do, craving the one against it with every tissue and fiber. is this really how gon always feels when he’s around him? he glances up into his own face and feels that surging heart lurch with desire. a desperate kiss follows as he nears the edge, panting through gon’s lips into his own sharp mouth.*
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*he scratches at gon’s back, but there’s no claws to extend no matter how hard he flexes his muscles. his fingers instead curl into the comfortable layers of fabric he likes to wear, holding on tight as he arches his pelvis up into his own hand and then grinds it down into his own dick underneath him. his mind is still a whirlwind of confusion but gon’s body knows just what to do, craving the one against it with every tissue and fiber. is this really how gon always feels when he’s around him? he glances up into his own face and feels that surging heart lurch with desire. a desperate kiss follows as he nears the edge, panting through gon’s lips into his own sharp mouth.*