*killua is panting too, less gracefully than his brother, heaving chest pumping air through parted, prickling lips.*

...of course.

*he pulls away instantly, falling back on his ankles and leaving kalluto bared to the sun above. he gulps, throat dry, and rubs the back of his neck, smoothing down the hairs that have risen there. he doesn't know where exactly they were heading before kalluto asked him to stop, but his heart is racing like it was ready to find out.*