*killua wants to pull back and marvel at kalluto as he loses control, but why bother when he can feel it all happening against him, the seize of his spine between his bracing hands and the forceful swell of his heaving lungs and the thunderous hammering of his heartbeat beneath his lips. he feels every squeal and shudder alongside him, around him, inside him, forgetting where one of their bodies ends and the other begins as their writhing ceases and they melt together against the plastic barrier, kalluto's weight sliding into his lap as he buckles his knees and crumples to the ground, sharing in his satisfied exhaustion.*