*killua’s heart aches as gon consoles him, appreciating that he cares but finding the situation quite hopeless himself. his eyes are dark and dull when they meet his.*

this body was made to kill. and now that i don’t do that anymore, i don’t know what it’s good for.

*he turns his attention back down to gon’s body, intending to use the task of lathering him to distract from his troubles. but he soon falls still when he feels gon’s heart thumping against his palm and remembers how it had surged inside him when his own body had rocked into his.*

but i guess… being with you…

*he moves his hands lower, spreading suds down gon’s stomach and remembering how its muscles had clenched as he neared orgasm, how his cock, now soft under his hands, had strained and spasmed, all because of what his body was doing to it.*

and seeing how good it can make you feel…

*he brings his hands back up, smearing soap up gon’s sides before resting them on the hips that had jerked against his in the throes of utter pleasure, all thanks to him.*

…it makes me think maybe there could be more to it.