*As Killua moves his arm, Kalluto doesn't lift his hand to meet it, letting it hang limp again as he focused on Killua's nails, tender against a scalp sensitive from the shorter cut.

Kalluto shuddered again, as though in slow motion, at Killua's words giving him something - a little stronger than permission - to touch himself. Before he knew it, a hand had worked its way inside his underwear. He didn't notice. The area was more sensitive than, say, his arm, but nowhere near the level of stimulation that he suddenly needed.

He groaned.*

I want you to kiss me.