*face buried in gon’s hair, killua breathes in his freshly-bathed scent along with the sweat that’s started to seep from his skin anew. he may not be able to pick out his pheromones outside of the cat room, but that doesn’t stop the smell from having the same intoxicating effect it did back there, setting all his nerves ablaze with feverish lust. he feels gon’s lips pressing into his skin, gasping his name against his hammering heart, and he rocks himself closer on his lap, moaning low and labored in reply. he rubs a few more circles around their leaking tips before his hand joins gon’s, wrapping around it as together they pump themselves toword completion.*