killua's cabin (nsfw)
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endlessairship*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...