bodyswap room (nsfw)

[devil_or_angle]

*killua and gon are exploring the halls again, testing the handle of each door as they go. killua's riding the new skateboard he got from alluka, cruising along without paying much attention to where he's going. when the next door he tries opens up, he zooms in without a second thought, calling excitedly back to gon.*

hey, gon! i found one!

*he turns around to view it with a triumphant grin that quickly falls from his face when he takes in the familiar ballet studio and realizes that he's been here before. he turns around to try and stop gon from entering, but he's too late.*

w-wait, don't come in here--!

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[gonmorow]

Hahaha! You really did that to your brother? I bet he did something really rotten, didn't he?

[Out of curiosity, Gon tries it with his next finger and ends up cutting his other hand when it shoots out. A thin, clean red line parts his skin, slowly leaking thick drops of blood.]

Ah, damn it..! Well, at least I can actually do it.. [The swear sounds a lot better in Killua's voice, he thinks.]

[devil_or_angle]

*one of killua's signature mischievous grins crosses gon's face and he sighs dreamily, almost wistful for that long-passed moment of rebellion.*

i didn't leave the dungeon for days.

*he's shocked back to attention when the scent of blood cuts into his nostrils before even the sight.*

hey!

*he grabs and squeezes gon's hand tight to try and stop the flow of blood, but a couple of drops still spill out onto the floor between them.*

be careful, that's my body you're messing up...

*gon's freaky dog nose continues to sniff at the blood against killua's will, triggering some weird feral instinct that must be embedded somewhere in the meat of his brain. slowly he uncovers the bleeding hand and ducks in to lap up the escaping blood before pulling back with a tongue-out face of disgust.*

ugh!

[gonmorow]

[Gon stares on in disbelief as his doppelganger slurps up the trail of blood. It might have been his body, but it was Killua, and he was licking his wound. Gon is overcome by heat and the claws retract themselves, not wanting to hurt him on accident.

Killua's face is plagued by a horrible, noticeable blush.]

H-hey, that's my mouth! Y-you're not being real careful with my body, either. L-listen, there's some stuff we can use in my bag to patch this up..

[devil_or_angle]

*oh. the bag. he hadn't even thought to check it. instead he looks at the streak of blood on gon's hand, striking against his pale skin, and gives it another cleansing lick before shuddering.*

it's not my fault if your body wants to do things to mine.

*his own words hit him and he gulps, blood trickling down his throat as it rises in his face.*

wait...

[gonmorow]

[If your body wants to do things to mine. He wasn't wrong. Killua's body, too, was heating up, and he finds himself placing his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders.]

Killua..

[An odd curiosity befell him, a dark thirst for blood of his own. He leans in, stealing the iron taste of his lover off his own lips. He never thought such a thing could be so exciting!

Gon never hated the taste of his own blood, so getting to lick Killua's gives him a perverse thrill that he didn't know he was capable of. He laps the blood of the boy's tongue before pulling back and wiping his mouth with Killua's sleeve.]

It's kind of..weirdly sweet.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua is taken off guard by the kiss, alarmed and disturbed to see his own face leaning in so close, feel his own lips kissing him. his stomach twists with an uncomfortable heat as he licks his tongue across them and tastes the combination of his own spit and blood. he'd never noticed it when he was in a body full of it, but gon's discerning tastebuds do pick up a distinct sweetness beneath the metallic tang.*

...you're right. and i...

*he grasps the turtleneck of gon's shirt, yanking him down for an open-mouthed kiss to give him a better taste. he grins impishly when he pulls back, licking his lips again.*

...have a sweet tooth.

[gonmorow]

So how does it feel, kissing yourself? [He can't help it, he has to giggle at the absurdity of the situation. He's never wanted to keep kissing himself so badly. One might say he's becoming a narcissist.]

Because I love kissing me as long as it's really you. I could do it all day. [He snakes his hands around the little boy's waist, his heart squeezing up at just how small he is. He could probably pick him up.

Gon hoists Killua into the air, meeting him in another kiss. He notices just how much stronger Killua is, able to lift himself as easily as a teacup.]

[devil_or_angle]

*killua squawks in gon's squeal of a voice as he's scooped off his feet, indignant at how easily he's able to be manhandled in this body. he wraps his legs around gon's hips to give himself some sort of control over the situation, finding his thighs to be unexpectedly strong, locking their bodies tightly together.*

it feels weird.

*he glowers at his own smug face, heart clamoring uncontrollably in his chest as he surges forward to kiss it again.*

but i can't stop.

[gonmorow]

[Gon's surprised at his own leg strength, his hips tightly pinned between a pair of muscular thighs.]

I don't want to stop. Not with you.

[He carries Killua over to the edge of the dance studio and presses his back into the wall firmly, holding both his hands and pinning them to either side of his head.]

You're so compact. Squishable.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua’s chest hammers violently -god, was gon’s heart always this powerful? — as he’s pushed up against the wall, both arms hopelessly trapped. the bar that runs along the wall presses into his butt, giving him a little more stability as he otherwise relies on the strength of his legs on gon’s hips and gon’s grip on his wrists to hold him up. he huffs at the taunt, squeezing his legs tighter around him so he can feel the growing bulge in the front of his too-tight shorts grind into his belly.*

that’s all you.

[gonmorow]

Wow, you're so hard..well I guess I am. Your body seems like it's reacting, too.

[Gon grinds his tent into the back of Killua's shorts, right in the little cleft between his cheeks. His ass is plush and usable, not that he knows he can play with it yet. Bisky withheld that information from him in exchange for more training.]

Killua, do you want to maybe..take it off? Your shorts, I mean. That looks like it hurts and I want to help.

[He wraps his hands around his butt and backs up from the wall, giving Killua space to get down if he wants.]

[devil_or_angle]

*killua snorts as gon drops his dominant facade, kindly freeing him in case he wants to take his pants off.*

gon. that’s what zippers are for.

*leaning back on the rail with gon’s hands to balance him, he reaches down and unzips the tight, high-waisted shorts, shoving them lower down his hips and freeing the boxer-bulge underneath. he can’t resist cupping a hand over it to fondle himself, gon’s smaller package fitting comfortably in his palm through the fabric. it’s so weird, feeling the intimate touch from inside as well as out.*

is this why your shorts are so tight? *he teases, feeling himself hardening as he continues to palm at the bulge.* to keep all this tucked away?

[gonmorow]

I meant completely. Hard to take it off up here, right? But ah, nevermind--this works.

[He smiles down at Killua's curious hand, still surprised that he couldn't feel the stimulation.] Like playing with my body~?

[Gon presses him back into the wall and reaches down, freeing his straining bulge from his boxers. Then he wraps his hand around his sensitive cock, confidently jerking it off just like he does when he's alone. It's a lot less intimidating when he knows what feels good for his own body.

As he works his own cock, he kisses his own lips. It's an odd feeling, but he's started to get used to it by now.]

[devil_or_angle]

oh, fuck—

*the curse sounds so strange in gon’s voice, much harsher than he’s used to hearing. he’s learned in their previous sexual exploration that gon is more of a name-caller instead, always crying out killua, killua, killuaaa— he feels the urge arising but tamps it down, smashing his lips against gon’s to keep them busy. gon knows exactly what he’s doing with his own dick, and it has him feeling so weak-kneed that the grip in his legs begins to slip, forcing him to rely more on the wall to hold him up, leaning back against it.*

hah— yes—

[gonmorow]

[The swear is so..cute. He sounds small and fragile now, unlike when he says it in his normal body.]

You're so adora-Mmm!

[He moves his lips against Killua's, savoring his own taste. Meanwhile, he thumbs over his own glans, somewhat embarrassed. He had never masturbated in front of anyone before this except for that time Mito caught him.. It was terribly awkward. She had just stared at his dick in his hand for a little while before quietly leaving him alone. Well..he supposed this was different. A loophole of sorts.

He notices Killua's starting to slip and drops a hand to catch his butt, cupping it and holding it up easily.]

Hang in there, baby. I've got you. Just focus on feeling good for me, okay?

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[gonmorow]

Who's the baby, Killua?

[His taunt comes out extra snide in Killua's deeper voice as he rubs down his glans to that sweet spot on the underside of his dick, pumping it roughly with his thumb rubbing circles against swollen veins. This is what makes him cum the fastest when he's alone, so it's perfect to use on his own body.

Underneath Gon's butt, Killua's own member sticks up, nudging against it. Gon ruts his hips forward, eagerly sliding his dick against his own ass.]

[devil_or_angle]

still— you— idiot.

*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.*

[gonmorow]

[A breathy giggle rises from his throat at the insult. Because it's his own body, Gon can read the signs. Just by the way he tenses up, he can tell his boyfriend is almost there.

Close, Killua~? I can tell.. [He asks, speeding up his hand.] You're doing so good. [He puts his all into his work, focusing on the head of his cock while he sinks into his lover's kiss. Being able to pleasure him like this makes him happy. This way, Killua can feel every bit of electric ecstasy that he brings to Gon, even when they're apart.

Killua's body, too, is bursting with pleasure. Even a bit of stimulation from his own butt sets his brain alight. He roughly humps into it, holding Killua's ass there tightly to receive each burst of virile energy. Gon lets out a pained groan against his lover's lips, distressed from being held in such restrictive boxers.]

[devil_or_angle]

*unfamiliar with the body he’s in, killua doesn’t know what signs to look for that might lead him to orgasm, each sensation blazing through him with increasing intensity and no end in sight. he does, however, recognize the pounding of gon’s hips against his ass, instantly familiar to him as the desperate, jackrabbiting thrusts he gives his pillow just before he comes. riding along with each jolt, he chases the sweet release that should follow and finally tips over the edge, spilling into his own disconnected hand. unable to hold back anymore as gon’s body unravels around him, a name cries from his lips.*

gon—!

[gonmorow]

[With a few more desperate pumps, hot cum comes gushing out of Killua's hard, pink, cut little cock onto his hand. At the same time, he's biting back labored breaths, heaving needily in Killua's ear and pecking his hot cheek. He pulls back, his eyes glued to the point where Killua's cock is animalistically thrusting against his butt. He's amazed by the sheer force of those hips, wishes he could feel it from his own body. The mounting euphoria pools in his stomach until naturally, as if it's something he'd done his entire life, he hisses out a swear.]

F-fuuuuck--

[One more motion sends him spilling over the edge, staining the front of his shorts with a big load of cum. He stays glued to him for a while before pulling away and setting the other boy down on the floor, his chest rising and falling with big breaths.]

You..hah..made me swear!

[devil_or_angle]

*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.

[gonmorow]

Fiiine. I guess we're even, huh, Killua?

[Gon pulls his partner tightly against him, supporting his whole weight with no problem. (He'll have to borrow this body again sometime!) He enjoys the moment of peaceful closeness, petting circles into his own hair.]

I gotta say, it was weird doing that to..my own butt. But it felt really good...maybe this room's not so bad, after all?

[devil_or_angle]

*snorting, killua reaches back to rub his aching butt, appreciating that gon’s body has more padding back there than his.*

you really did a number on it, too… between the bar and you pounding it. can’t wait to pass this pain back to you.

speaking of…

*he looks back at the door, wondering if it’s unlocked yet.*

[gonmorow]

I kinda deserve it! This is a pretty bad place to do it, anyway. Let's remember to bring cushions for the floor next time, okay?

[Seeing where he's looking, Gon gets the same idea as Killua and leads him over to the door. He turns the knob to discover that it's no longer locked, pulling it right open and stepping out.

With dizzying efficiency his consciousness is poured back into his own head and his vision flashes in front of him as his perspective changes. The first thing he notices is how much his butt hurts. there was a heavy ache where the bar had been pressed across it and he finds himself continuing to lean into Killua.]

Owwww, you weren't kidding!