*borrowed body now limp and breathless in the wake of its climax, killua rides out the rest of his own vigorous thrusts in an overheated haze. he feels the exact moment when gon finally triggers his orgasm, the wind rushing out of him in a telltale curse as he gives another rigid jerk and spurts in his shorts. it’s intimately familiar, yet completely foreign to him, watching it happen from the outside.*

w-woah…

*he clings to gon until he’s finally set down, then clings to him again when he can’t keep his footing and stumbles forward, laying against his own chest to hear the thundering of his post-orgasmic heartbeat. with a panting scoff, he mutters,*

well… you made me say something way more embarrassing.