killua's cabin (nsfw)
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*killua heads straight back to his cabin after his encounter with kalluto in melody's field, anxious for some alone time. the flame ignited by their proximity is still burning bright inside him, clouding his head with smoky desire. he sighs as he slips into the room and slumps against the door, smoothing a hand down his shirt again as if it were still riding up, still feeling exposed and raw as a live wire.
he flops into the center of his spacious bed, sinking into the blankets with a groan. the weight of his hand feels good on his chest, feels better the lower he slides it. his toes curl as it slips beneath his shirt to touch his bare stomach, the strike of skin-against-skin still iron-hot in his mind. he can't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't stopped, back in the field -- if he'd been allowed to peel back more of kalluto's layers and feel him all against him, around him, inside him. the heat spreads from their point of contact to the furthest reaches of his body, pulsing under his palm.
he knows, with a guilty twinge that cramps his stomach muscles beneath his fingers, that he shouldn't be thinking this way about his brother, but has that ever stopped him when it came to his sister? he doesn't need to venture lower to find he's already hopelessly hard. he mutters a curse under his breath, indecisively thumbing the waistband of his shorts.*
fuck...
he flops into the center of his spacious bed, sinking into the blankets with a groan. the weight of his hand feels good on his chest, feels better the lower he slides it. his toes curl as it slips beneath his shirt to touch his bare stomach, the strike of skin-against-skin still iron-hot in his mind. he can't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't stopped, back in the field -- if he'd been allowed to peel back more of kalluto's layers and feel him all against him, around him, inside him. the heat spreads from their point of contact to the furthest reaches of his body, pulsing under his palm.
he knows, with a guilty twinge that cramps his stomach muscles beneath his fingers, that he shouldn't be thinking this way about his brother, but has that ever stopped him when it came to his sister? he doesn't need to venture lower to find he's already hopelessly hard. he mutters a curse under his breath, indecisively thumbing the waistband of his shorts.*
fuck...
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Date: 2023-09-30 06:11 pm (UTC)He didn't sweat, but along with everything wonderful about the outside came the subtle layers of pollen and dirt and other things clinging to his skin, a distasteful sensation amplified by how much skin he'd been showing. As he took off his beachwear, a motion relegated to muscle memory appropriate to whatever he was wearing, he felt his underwear snag and tug at his body, slowed down as it was pulled down to his feet. Kalluto had paid this no mind, stepping out of his clothes with all the indolence of a child who'd grown up with servants, the one habit that annoyed the Troupe about him.
In the shower, he let the steaming hot water wash over his body, the first layer of filth coming off immediately.
fuck....
A coarse, husky voice played in his head, not unlike the internal monologue finding the cabin, but with a sultry tone that brought a flush to his cheeks. Before Kalluto could start applying soap to his body, he felt his toes crunch up a little, and a nondescript twitching which he noticed on looking down was between his legs. He was... partly engorged, and very sensitive to the unyielding water bulleting down from the shower rose. He stepped one foot apart, and leaned back, shoulders pinned back, his chest angled for the water to keep touching him.
He groaned, unconsciously shifting his body to account for the tilt from his toes curling, and from his gluteal muscles crunching and squeezing together with need.
Kalluto squeezed his shoulders together a little, his urge fighting his desire for modesty, the water so hot and hard against his nipples, which had become inexplicably sensitive, and a little swollen.*
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Date: 2023-09-30 06:59 pm (UTC)kalluto…
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Date: 2023-09-30 09:10 pm (UTC)When he heard his name, he jutted himself back, squeezing his eyes painfully shut, water trailing the underside of his hardening, Kalluto whimpering as he felt the first trickles touching his balls, the whole apparatus jutting now, pointed directly at the shower rose, wanting and not wanting more touch.
He allowed a palm to slide around his thigh, creeping slowly towards where he wanted to touch. The other was on his stomach, cold as ice, but thawing as it approached the two stiff sources of heat at the top of his chest.*
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Date: 2023-10-02 02:31 pm (UTC)as his hand wraps hot around his arousal, no curses escape him, just a deep, throaty groan.*
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Date: 2023-10-03 04:47 am (UTC)With awkward, jutting motions, Kalluto caressed his chest and thigh, his hands too well-trained to trick themselves into touching any closer, too aware for the errant motions to make him feel like he was being touched.
His back arched against his will. Like thunder following lightning, he felt a voice that was unmistakably his brother's course through him, surging with tempered violence and guilt-ridden desire. A hand was stroking his nipple, delicately playing between a thumb and two fingers, his cock twitching, the other hand tracing a reflexive circle, unsure of where it should go.
Kalluto could almost cry. He imagined that Killua would know - knew exactly where Kalluto needed to be touched. He could trust his big brother.
His big brother was safe.
Unknowing of where a pencil dive stopped and gravity started, he plunged past the meniscus of disgust - first he was imagining his brother's aroused voice, now this? In his mind, clear and lucid, he'd just been shoved against the wall softly, lovingly, harshly, in the way only a Zoldyck would understand, and his brother's hands were all over his chest and nipples.
His body writhed against the cool tiles to which he'd stepped back, hips grinding against open air, the water so good on his cock, his back lithely curving, contorting, as if he was melting against his own touch - his brother's.*
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Date: 2023-10-03 05:12 am (UTC)when he’d covered him in the field he’d imagined them children again, but looking back on it now he’s painfully aware of every angle and curve of kalluto’s maturing body, subsumed beneath the weight and power of his own. the leg opposite his groping hand slides out across the sheets, parting his thighs for better access to his stiffened cock as he makes his first slide. his breath follows his fist, pulling sharply past his teeth in the first of a relentless succession of quick, shallow pants.*
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Date: 2023-10-03 06:09 am (UTC)Frustrated, he squeezed his eyes shut again, imagined Killua getting a little rougher with him. He flinched, the unceremonious squeeze of his thumb and index finger a little too hard on his own nipple, his chest compressing, the imagined, vacant stare of his brother so static, mouth open, no words, Kalluto utterly uninspired. He decided to slow down, and let the imagination come to him.
One thumb is circling the base of his cock, and the fingernails his other hand carefully rake his chest and graze his nipple, until he feels both of them rising and falling, alongside a breath that's following the rhythm of panting that Kalluto desperately matches, imagines their chests pressing together, sharing breaths, their bodies connected, touching all over.
The fantasy of what they're doing together melds seamlessly against another distinct image. Kalluto pictures his brother's sweat-slicked hand curled around their cock. Against sense, the stilted breaths now urgently hint Kalluto's name and brush against Kalluto's neck, between his legs, against his cock, forcing itself deep inside of him, everywhere at once.
Kalluto needed Killua to smother him, to fill him. Only he was allowed.
As his hand wraps around his own cock, the sensation of timid but furious strokes drown out the images but not the panting. His lungs, brimming with the sound of his brother's name, are desperate for his own name to become clear amongst it.*
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Date: 2023-10-03 06:37 am (UTC)mmn-- kallu--
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Date: 2023-10-04 03:25 am (UTC)The panting continues, Kalluto unable to tell where his begins, where his brother's ends. He buckles, almost crumpling, as the delirious, involuntary crunches of his toes, calves and inner thighs threaten his balance. He finds purchase by spreading his legs out, pivoting a foot outwards, turning on the heel, the ball, the heel of his foot and sinking his knees into a squat, leaned against the wall, his hips and chin tilting upwards, his arched back straining as he lengthens his chest, imagines Killua splitting him open, his insides molten and malleable as his brother's cock shapes him, Kalluto giving himself over completely to him. He's pumping his cock faster and harder than he's ever remembered when a name falls out of his mouth.
"Kiru~"
As a stray finger brushes past his testicles, the voice of his brother calling his name echoes through his mind, drills hard against him like the pleasantly searing shower water. As the name he just used plays on his mind, he's on the edge of diving what's peculiar about it, but can't and won't move through the fog of lust to find it.*
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:08 am (UTC)kalluto...
*if he were here right now -- if he were here, and wanting, and willing -- then killua would find out exactly what he likes, even if it had to be discovered without words, at first with gentle touches here and there, claws held back, caring and careful. he'd give him whatever he wants, repurpose the steady hands and percipient patience of his training for something much more delicate than death, but no less passionate. he'd find out his limits and push them up to the edge they're both so very familiar with, to that blissful point where pain and pleasure collide.
and the best part of it all would be that kalluto, having trained the same way as him, would know this, know how much he's holding back, know exactly what he's capable of and find out, firsthand, the things he never knew he was.*
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:09 am (UTC)His fickle mind shifts in response, the Killua in his imagination pressing his chest against Kalluto's, grinding their naked bodies together, pinning and sliding Kalluto against the tiles. Kalluto slowly and firmly works his tongue in his mouth, pressing it against the back of his lips, rolling it against itself, and imagines it's Killua. His wet palm glides over his chest. He bites his lip as he pinches an already puffy nipple, shamelessly calling out, now.*
There, Killua... there, please, kiru~
*As he reached the point of no return, too eager for release to stop, he realised the voice he was hearing was too nuanced, too independent... too restrained to be his imagination. There was no room in his mind to think that the scenario he'd apologised for less than an hour ago had just played out again - crowded out by the thought that his brother was touching himself to him.
In a vain attempt to keep edging, he stilled his hands, slowing down his breathing, but Killua's breathing, now that he knew what it was about, would soon be more than enough to force him to cum.*
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-05 12:31 am (UTC)He imagines Killua on top of him again, as little kids, his big brother brave and steadfast even as he quivers in fear of Illumi, forces his body to stand up to them. Kalluto moans, helplessly matching an especially loud breath from his brother, and they're in the same position, but naked, and grown up. He sucks gently but firmly, and feels Killua's tongue in his mouth, the presence unobtrusive, like he's letting Kalluto invite him inside at his own pace.
His brother is moving on top of him, Killua's flat stomach pressing and rubbing at Kalluto's hard cock, Kalluto's thighs pressing together against his brother's cock, rubbing between them. He sucks harder at Killua's tongue, spurring the eager, leaking cock between his legs to rub between them even faster.
Kalluto swears he can hear the throes of Killua's orgasm echoing off the shower tiles, imagines the hot, clumping loads between his legs, Killua's cock still thick, juicy and rubbing against his skin through the semen.*
Killua~
*He cries out his brother's name one last time before before he climaxes, squeezing strand after strand after strand. Keeping a comfortable around of room in his fist for his cock, Kalluto places his thumb over the gap at the top created by sliding his hand almost all the way off. He clenches his hand gently, then opens it out again after a few seconds, the remainder of his cum jetting against the opposite wall. With his hand, he spread his thick load between his legs, thighs pressing into his hand from both sides and rubbing together, Kalluto imagining the sensations as Killua's cock and ejaculate.
He stays in that position, writhing, panting with his mouth gracelessly hanging open.*
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Date: 2023-10-05 03:45 am (UTC)as he breathes himself through the aftermath in shuddering gasps, he tries to keep his cock enclosed in the slick tunnel of his fist as long as he can, sporadically twitching his grip to simulate the living inner walls he hasn’t yet been lucky enough to enter. but within minutes the unpleasant sensation of his shorts sticking to his legs takes hold, and he finally lets himself go, sliding his hand out and smearing his congealing cum between his fingers with a tired sigh. he should go clean himself up before alluka comes barging in with questions he doesn’t know how to answer.*
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Date: 2023-10-05 09:07 pm (UTC)When he was satisfied with how clean he and the shower were, he sat down, knees bent up and leaning back on his arms, and let the water run through his hair and down his body, breathing in the steam through his nose once he could afford to eschew his mouth.
Kalluto's chest rumbles with soft groans that sound like purrs through his high vocal register as he strokes the insides of his thighs. He imagines the hands to be Killua's, and that the two of them want to kiss, but need to de-escalate the situation.*
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Date: 2023-10-06 03:31 pm (UTC)as he pulls the fabric over his sticky thighs, he notices a fleck of white clinging to his skin, then another and another, all of them soaked in semen. for a dull moment he furrows his brow in confusion, letting his underwear fall around his ankles as he skims through the mess and picks up the debris, which he he concludes, with a careful sniff and roll between his fingertips, is just paper.
in a rush of realization he's swept back up into his memories, careening past the moment he'd fantasized about and back to what his brother had shown him before -- a demonstration of his nen power, which allows him to conduct surveillance through the use of tiny slips of paper.
heart lurching, killua shakes his hand wildly to dislodge the crumpled, soggy bits of paper, a stream of curses falling from his tongue anew.*
shit, shit shit--
*he has no idea if the power was active, forgetting the details of kalluto's explanation in his panic. all he can pray is that his brother had forgotten that he'd left them there, just as he had, and hadn't been listening in on killua moaning his name.*
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Date: 2023-10-07 05:07 pm (UTC)His chest and thighs tingled against the water and his hand, and he puckered his lips against the pressure of the water coming down, imagining it to be Killua's tongue, giving him delicate, guilt-ridden laps.
He sensed Killua move to another room, drop a haggard sigh, and heard the splash of water against his skin. There was something so domesticated about his brother cooing his name, now, after whatever madness of lust had passed over and through him, through Kalluto himself, that didn't feel correct, but right enough to crave. The sound of his name in Killua's unbridled intonations was sunk deep into his core now, felt like it completed a circle whose full circumference he would never trace, not so long as stolen memories were never recovered. The softer sound felt outside of that, a bonus.
He heard another sound; Kalluto's hand shifts closer to his already-hard cock, strokes at the base as image accompanying the sound imposes itself on Kalluto's relaxed, affectionate fantasy: Killua sniffing at, then licking up, the mess currently washing down Kalluto's chest, between his legs, down his genitals. He wanted Killua to bite and suckle at his skin, gnash him up, take care of him. Possess him. Only Killua was allowed. He dug his shoulders hard against the shower tiles again, imagining them to be Killua's nails, just human nails, not enhanced the way he does to hurt with intent to kill.
A few seconds, an eternity, after Killua is sniffing and rubbing at the paper through something viscous - he now knows how the triangles will perform covered in a suspension, he gathers - he hears a curse word and then nothing. Whatever had just happened, it was now over.
Kalluto told Killua about the other three triangles, right? Kalluto had thought that meant Killua wanted him to hear all of this, an escalation that Kalluto could never have imagined, didn't realise he needed, could have stopped at any time by severing the connection as Kalluto had explained, could have left Killua to his private thoughts instead of accepting something that Killua was desperate to share with him.
He wasn't sure what to think, now.
As his breathing quickened, and his need for his big brother's voice acclimatised to the lesser richness of memory, to sense data twisted into what Kalluto wanted, from what Killua gave, he touched his cock again.
Killua might be done, but Kalluto was not.*