*killua's rising protest is reduced to a dizzy whine as alluka palms his aching crotch, and he can only watch in mortified shock as she pulls his zipper down, letting his underwear bulge out from the gap in his jeans. there's a wet spot clearly visible at the tip, the result of her ministrations, and he grabs her hands in a trembling grip before she can touch him any more. face hot and breath shaking, he mutters tersely:*

that's enough, alluka... don't worry about me. i can take care of myself.