[Killua's hips move against him and he notes that he's just as eager as he is. Nodding back at him, intent-filled hazel eyes shift under downturned eyelashes, falling down to the red-hot arousal between Killua's legs. He admires the way pale skin stretches taut over little engorged veins and runs his finger over them, his breath hitching in his throat. He moves his fingers up over Killua's pink foreskin and rolls it down over his glans, leaving the throbbimg head exposed.]

Mine's different.. I don't have one of those on mine.