*as much as the physicality of the moment is seared deep into his bones, it's the emotional resonance of it that strikes straight to his core, keeping the flames of arousal alive and licking. the sheer trust inherent in the act of kalluto letting his deadly guard down -- to another assassin, no less -- and lying fully limp and vulnerable beneath him is not lost on killua, and his stomach churns with guilt anew at the thought of being freely given so much power over him. he vows, at once, to never betray it, to never lose control the way he quickly is now, the velocity of his jerking wrist and the resultant thrusts of his hips increasing with each heave of his lungs, each grunt and groan in between.*

mmn-- kallu--