it's weird--

*killua is cut off by gon pressing their lips together, momentarily melting his worries away. his prehensile cock continues to lap at gon's fingers like a tongue, secreting plenty of mucus to keep them gliding smoothly over its pulsating surface. as long as he keeps his mind off the specifics, it does feel pretty good. he throws his arms around gon's neck, distracting himself with making out while gon takes care of the mess he's made below.*