endless airship, a hunter x hunter dressing room

*past and present melt into each other as killua nears his peak, the flesh-memory of kalluto bucking beneath him in the field and the tight squeeze of his fist around his cock combining into a single visceral fantasy of fucking into him. the pitch and frequency of his breathing rises in tandem with his desperate pumping, his heart’s thumping reaching a rapid crescendo beneath the grasping hand on his chest before he finally unloads into the one tucked in his shorts, the phantom taste of kalluto’s lips on his gasping tongue.*