*killua hauls himself off the bed and clambers over to the connected bathroom, already beginning to feel the customary shame that accompanies any instance of allowing himself such guilty pleasure. he leans over the stone basin of his sink with another beleaguered sigh, pouring out some water to splash his sweaty face with and grimacing when he opens his eyes again and sees alluka's cute pink singing toothbrush standing innocently by the sink. he's feeling like some kind of degenerate as he shucks his shorts down and glimpses the mess still dripping from his unsheathed cock, which he averts his gaze from as he begins to remove his underwear as well. at least neither of his siblings would ever know about this.
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: 2023-10-06 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.*