*killua's stomach flips as kalluto begins to thoroughly search his jeans for what should be underneath, pressing palms against his pelvis in vain. the arousal trapped in his gut starts and stops, flaring up only to be snuffed out like sparks falling in water, frustratingly never able to catch flame. then, to make it worse, kalluto pulls his hands over to his own crotch, covered only by thin, cotton underwear, and makes killua do the same, curling his hand around the smooth curve of his pubic bone.

he feels as if he's receiving the ultimate cosmic punishment for the crime of masturbating to innocent memories of his brother -- his fantasy of touching him there is coming true, but there's nothing there to touch.

still, he takes the opportunity to rub at the spot with morbid curiosity, only realizing what he's doing and wrenching his hand back when kalluto suddenly speaks, tone chipper as if he hadn't just found out he's been neutered. killua can hardly believe his ears.*

wha-- seriously...?