killua's cabin (nsfw)

[devil_or_angle]

*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...

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[devil_or_angle]

*all rational thought chased from his mind by the cocking of his wrist, killua sinks into the fantasy of giving himself up in servitude to his brother, hips bucking in rhythmic response to his throbbing dick. he moans his name roughly above the rustling of the sheets, a needy plea.*

kalluto...

*if he were here right now -- if he were here, and wanting, and willing -- then killua would find out exactly what he likes, even if it had to be discovered without words, at first with gentle touches here and there, claws held back, caring and careful. he'd give him whatever he wants, repurpose the steady hands and percipient patience of his training for something much more delicate than death, but no less passionate. he'd find out his limits and push them up to the edge they're both so very familiar with, to that blissful point where pain and pleasure collide.

and the best part of it all would be that kalluto, having trained the same way as him, would know this, know how much he's holding back, know exactly what he's capable of and find out, firsthand, the things he never knew he was.*

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto hungrily pumps his cock, too dazed and feverish to easily find where his wayward finger can stimulate his prostate externally. His hand drops at the sound of his brother's voice calling his name again. There is charm, restraint and selfless love in the voice, and it smothers the image Kalluto had.

His fickle mind shifts in response, the Killua in his imagination pressing his chest against Kalluto's, grinding their naked bodies together, pinning and sliding Kalluto against the tiles. Kalluto slowly and firmly works his tongue in his mouth, pressing it against the back of his lips, rolling it against itself, and imagines it's Killua. His wet palm glides over his chest. He bites his lip as he pinches an already puffy nipple, shamelessly calling out, now.*

There, Killua... there, please, kiru~

*As he reached the point of no return, too eager for release to stop, he realised the voice he was hearing was too nuanced, too independent... too restrained to be his imagination. There was no room in his mind to think that the scenario he'd apologised for less than an hour ago had just played out again - crowded out by the thought that his brother was touching himself to him.

In a vain attempt to keep edging, he stilled his hands, slowing down his breathing, but Killua's breathing, now that he knew what it was about, would soon be more than enough to force him to cum.*

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[descendsanathema]

*Try as he might, he couldn't calm himself down and postpone his orgasm with Killua's deafening, escalating breaths coursing through his awareness. One gentle squeeze and tug of his cock broke the dam, Kalluto's shoulders soon dug against the tiles as he pushed more of his body into breathless pumps.

He imagines Killua on top of him again, as little kids, his big brother brave and steadfast even as he quivers in fear of Illumi, forces his body to stand up to them. Kalluto moans, helplessly matching an especially loud breath from his brother, and they're in the same position, but naked, and grown up. He sucks gently but firmly, and feels Killua's tongue in his mouth, the presence unobtrusive, like he's letting Kalluto invite him inside at his own pace.

His brother is moving on top of him, Killua's flat stomach pressing and rubbing at Kalluto's hard cock, Kalluto's thighs pressing together against his brother's cock, rubbing between them. He sucks harder at Killua's tongue, spurring the eager, leaking cock between his legs to rub between them even faster.

Kalluto swears he can hear the throes of Killua's orgasm echoing off the shower tiles, imagines the hot, clumping loads between his legs, Killua's cock still thick, juicy and rubbing against his skin through the semen.*

Killua~

*He cries out his brother's name one last time before before he climaxes, squeezing strand after strand after strand. Keeping a comfortable around of room in his fist for his cock, Kalluto places his thumb over the gap at the top created by sliding his hand almost all the way off. He clenches his hand gently, then opens it out again after a few seconds, the remainder of his cum jetting against the opposite wall. With his hand, he spread his thick load between his legs, thighs pressing into his hand from both sides and rubbing together, Kalluto imagining the sensations as Killua's cock and ejaculate.

He stays in that position, writhing, panting with his mouth gracelessly hanging open.*

[devil_or_angle]

*killua’s heart thunders under his palm as he comes, a relentless, drumming rhythm punctuated by jolting spasms of his hips each time he ejaculates. it only begins to slow once the spurting stops, once his grip finally loosens and he feels himself softening once again, his sudden, wild craving satisfied.

as he breathes himself through the aftermath in shuddering gasps, he tries to keep his cock enclosed in the slick tunnel of his fist as long as he can, sporadically twitching his grip to simulate the living inner walls he hasn’t yet been lucky enough to enter. but within minutes the unpleasant sensation of his shorts sticking to his legs takes hold, and he finally lets himself go, sliding his hand out and smearing his congealing cum between his fingers with a tired sigh. he should go clean himself up before alluka comes barging in with questions he doesn’t know how to answer.*

[descendsanathema]

*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.*

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[descendsanathema]

*Kalluto's ability to discern what a target was doing besides talking was very limited - with other members who could collect intelligence, there was no need for something riskier that was more robust to interference or collected more information than sound vibrations against the skin.

His chest and thighs tingled against the water and his hand, and he puckered his lips against the pressure of the water coming down, imagining it to be Killua's tongue, giving him delicate, guilt-ridden laps.

He sensed Killua move to another room, drop a haggard sigh, and heard the splash of water against his skin. There was something so domesticated about his brother cooing his name, now, after whatever madness of lust had passed over and through him, through Kalluto himself, that didn't feel correct, but right enough to crave. The sound of his name in Killua's unbridled intonations was sunk deep into his core now, felt like it completed a circle whose full circumference he would never trace, not so long as stolen memories were never recovered. The softer sound felt outside of that, a bonus.

He heard another sound; Kalluto's hand shifts closer to his already-hard cock, strokes at the base as image accompanying the sound imposes itself on Kalluto's relaxed, affectionate fantasy: Killua sniffing at, then licking up, the mess currently washing down Kalluto's chest, between his legs, down his genitals. He wanted Killua to bite and suckle at his skin, gnash him up, take care of him. Possess him. Only Killua was allowed. He dug his shoulders hard against the shower tiles again, imagining them to be Killua's nails, just human nails, not enhanced the way he does to hurt with intent to kill.

A few seconds, an eternity, after Killua is sniffing and rubbing at the paper through something viscous - he now knows how the triangles will perform covered in a suspension, he gathers - he hears a curse word and then nothing. Whatever had just happened, it was now over.

Kalluto told Killua about the other three triangles, right? Kalluto had thought that meant Killua wanted him to hear all of this, an escalation that Kalluto could never have imagined, didn't realise he needed, could have stopped at any time by severing the connection as Kalluto had explained, could have left Killua to his private thoughts instead of accepting something that Killua was desperate to share with him.

He wasn't sure what to think, now.

As his breathing quickened, and his need for his big brother's voice acclimatised to the lesser richness of memory, to sense data twisted into what Kalluto wanted, from what Killua gave, he touched his cock again.

Killua might be done, but Kalluto was not.*