*Kalluto gasps, vision blanking out white, his legs squeezing together against Killua's upper body, heels digging into his back, his arms giving out completely to hang limp as Killua seamlessly keeps him held up with his knee, held against the wall, held, with some assistance from the convulsive tension of Kalluto's legs around Killua's shoulders. As though Killua's knee could empty his lungs by pushing up through his body, a deep, guttural scream escapes Kalluto, pitching up to a needy wail with every incision and forceful suck his brother delivers with his mouth.
It feels too good. Kalluto can't will himself to stop the shivering of his whole body as a wave of pressure builds up between his legs, his stomach cramping then relaxing in heaves as he struggles to get air back into his lungs.
Panting gives way to a wince, and his body completely relaxes, Killua's knee and mouth and arms and teeth thrashing him about, Kalluto utterly lost amid the climax, too exhausted to even make sound, wanting the moment to last forever. He hangs, malleable, plastic denying again and again the devastating orgasms his nerves and mind are pumping, the pressure against every part of him feeling like his skin will explode in phantom cum. All he can do is ride the wave, hoping that when his body cools, he remains exactly how Killua has altered him.*
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Date: 2023-10-24 12:13 am (UTC)It feels too good. Kalluto can't will himself to stop the shivering of his whole body as a wave of pressure builds up between his legs, his stomach cramping then relaxing in heaves as he struggles to get air back into his lungs.
Panting gives way to a wince, and his body completely relaxes, Killua's knee and mouth and arms and teeth thrashing him about, Kalluto utterly lost amid the climax, too exhausted to even make sound, wanting the moment to last forever. He hangs, malleable, plastic denying again and again the devastating orgasms his nerves and mind are pumping, the pressure against every part of him feeling like his skin will explode in phantom cum. All he can do is ride the wave, hoping that when his body cools, he remains exactly how Killua has altered him.*