*inevitably embarrassed, killua bristles at the laughter and praise alike, fluffy hair raising under gon’s fingertips. eyelashes pressing down into flushed cheeks, he averts his gaze and mumbles bashfully.*

hey, c’mon.

*he cracks an eye open after a minute, lifting his head and glancing back at the discarded towel he’d brought from the bathroom.*

hold on, i’ll take care of this.

*slowly he pushes himself up, peeling their bodies apart for the first time since they’d coupled and folding his legs back so he can sit on gon’s lap. he reaches back for the towel and holds it up, intending to use it to clean them up, but finds himself freezing in place when he looks and sees gon pinned naked and sweaty beneath him. eyes wide, he silently spreads his hand over his cum-splattered stomach, just soaking up the sight. he really had done good.*