endless airship, a hunter x hunter dressing room

*kalluto's answer makes their predicament all the more obvious, and though his chest rumbles like a purr at the thought that their closeness has a similar effect on him, it ironically means very little right now.*

i, uh...

*his gaze drops from kalluto's, trailing down his bare chest to their clasped hands. heart thumping, he pulls them both down to cup his own crotch, pressing firmly against the flat front of his jeans. a shudder pulses through his body at the confirmation of his fears.*

i think... we're missing something.