endless airship, a hunter x hunter dressing room

*killua sinks into gon’s arms, their bodies now pressed flush against each other with their slick, softening cocks trapped in between. his breath comes in big, palpable pants, ribs scraping across gon’s with each inhale, but air is all he lets past his lips. he’s afraid that if he tries to speak past the lump in his throat too soon he’ll do something stupid, like crying or, god forbid, thanking him. so his voice stays locked away for now, basking in the glowing heat of gon’s body against him with silent reverence.*