*Kalluto turns up the water pressure, the seconds since his orgasm abating his interest in being covered with semen. He hisses as water trickles down the back of his shoulders, the minerals stinging tiny grazes and cuts. Once Kalluto was aware he'd been milling his shoulders against the tiles, though, he found himself slowly repeating the same motions, grounding himself with the mental exercise of suppressing pain, calming himself down even as he relished in a tensely suspended afterglow.
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: 2023-10-05 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.*