*through the haze of wet kisses and grasping hands, killua forgets all about the cake he'd been craving, or at least lets his hunger for it become entangled in his lust and love for alluka. when his dizzy blood finally screams for oxygen he breaks, briefly, from her lips, nuzzling into her throat as he gasps for breath. it's then when his drooling mouth makes contact with her bare skin, far from the lingering smears of chocolate frosting, and makes a startling realization.*

a-alluka... i think it's you.