*gon’s hand finds killua’s hip and he already feels like he might burst, his stomach tightening to keep everything in. but the full force of gon’s desire, focused entirely on him, is so intense it feels like it’s flaying his skin off, laying him open and revealing how desperately, clawingly-screamingly he wants this. nodding mutely, he swallows the rising hysteria in his throat and presses his pelvis forward into gon’s touch.*