*flushing brighter, killua scratches at the back of his neck as he glances sidelong at gon's naked body, gaze lingering on his crotch as he sprays it down. he can't stop thinking about how he now knows what it feels like for gon when he touches him -- what it feels like just for gon to be around him. that burning desire he'd felt flaring in him when he looked at him... it could warm killua where he stands. he takes the showerhead, but instead of turning it on himself, he keeps it pointing in gon's direction, rinsing warm water over his legs.*

hey, mind if i...?

*he pumps some soap onto his other hand and holds it up, intending to lather gon with it.*