*killua lets himself tip forward onto gon, sinking his weight upon him. drowsy after expending so much energy, his eyelids drift slowly open and shut in time with their alternating breaths, feeling gon’s stomach swell to fill the space his shrinks from so their sticky skin never separates. their hearts thud against each other until they, too, are synchronized, coming down together.
for a while longer killua is silent, soaking in gon’s gentle affection and the feel of him beneath him, for once feeling at peace in his body insread of locked away in his head. when he finally dares to speak, what comes out is stupid, but not quite in the way he’d feared.*
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Date: 2023-01-12 01:35 pm (UTC)for a while longer killua is silent, soaking in gon’s gentle affection and the feel of him beneath him, for once feeling at peace in his body insread of locked away in his head. when he finally dares to speak, what comes out is stupid, but not quite in the way he’d feared.*
…we made a mess again.