*killua stares down at gon’s sleepy, satisfied face, his swelling chest and soft, streaked stomach, and he can’t help but be choked up by the sight. this is the first time he’s been this close to a body that wasn’t dead, let alone one oozing with so much youthful vitality. no, gon isn’t just pretty, he’s…*
…beautiful.
*with that awed whisper, killua lifts his hand from gon’s stomach, looking at the strands of sticky fluid still connecting their skin, hardly believing that something as dark and damaged as him could ever make make this sort of connection with someone so brilliant. he dives forward to kiss gon before he can respond, blazing face pressing against his.*
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*killua stares down at gon’s sleepy, satisfied face, his swelling chest and soft, streaked stomach, and he can’t help but be choked up by the sight. this is the first time he’s been this close to a body that wasn’t dead, let alone one oozing with so much youthful vitality. no, gon isn’t just pretty, he’s…*
…beautiful.
*with that awed whisper, killua lifts his hand from gon’s stomach, looking at the strands of sticky fluid still connecting their skin, hardly believing that something as dark and damaged as him could ever make make this sort of connection with someone so brilliant. he dives forward to kiss gon before he can respond, blazing face pressing against his.*