undies room (nsfw ;3)

[devil_or_angle]

*killua steps out of the cat room and leads gon down the hall to a tricky little room he'd discovered with alluka several weeks prior.*

once we go in, it's not gonna let us leave without taking a bath.

*he steps inside and allows himself to be stripped, watching as all their clothes peel off and stick to the blank walls around them. down to just his soiled underwear, he grins sheepishly at gon.*

...but when we leave, our clothes will be be clean, too!

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[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[gonmorow]

[A layer of glistening sweat covers the boy's aroused body as they move in tandem, chasing the high of both their hands together. Their labored breaths fill the air between them and wet sounds emerge from their tips pressed together. The built up pleasure makes his penis extra sensitive, overreacting to every little touch.]

I'm really close, Killua..! Mm..

[Needing more contact, Gon crooks his head up and catches him in a deep kiss, only to pull away when he starts feeling weak. As he begins to fray at the seams, Killua's name falls off his lips easily.]

Killuaaa..! Mmm..

[His eyes go rolling back when Killua strokes him in just the right way. Cum splashes dramatically from his glossy tip out onto his lover's hand.]

Killuahhh~! Love you..!

[devil_or_angle]

*killua feels gon begin to falter as he nears the edge and marvels at how easily he comes undone at his touch. his hand takes the lead, pulling gon’s along to keep the friction building for them both as he meets his lips. he kisses him hard enough to draw all the air from his lungs and pulls him back against his chest when he swoons, smashing their bodies together in time for gon to come.*

h-hahh—

*killua, as always, is not far behind him, inseparable as they’ve ever been. the way gon calls his name in the height of his ecstasy sends him over the edge after him, their joined hands gliding smoothly up their lengths thanks to the slickness of gon’s spend and squeezing out a burst of his own. angling his hips so that his prominent bones pin gon’s and trap both their dicks between their heaving stomachs, he shudders through his orgasm, his heart crying gon’s name louder than he could ever bring his voice to.*

[gonmorow]

[As he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm into it, euphoria comes flooding through Gon's brain at the feeling of Killua's hot, slick tummy. Their shared cum smears all over their stomachs and Gon lets go, letting Killua finish playing.

As he kisses the other boy's breath away, Gon drips sweat on the mattress, his body hot as a furnace. Much too hot, he eventually breaks away to catch his own breath.
He's embarrassed by all the noise he made. Killua had been so quiet in comparison. Coming down from his high, he wraps his arms around Killua and holds himself against him quietly, the words stolen off his tongue.]

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[gonmorow]

[Their sweaty bodies practically melt together into one and Gon allows his eyes to fall shut. He hugs Killua tightly and leans back until his back is to the sheets, pulling his partner on top of his swelling chest.

His deep, relaxed breaths roll through his chest and stomach like waves, soothing his still excited mind. He hopes they soothe Killua, too. The silence between them is itself like a quiet conversation between their two bodies. Gon wonders how long this sweet quiet will last before either of them manage to scrabble together a word.

A clean hand finds Killua's back and strokes loving circles into it. His hand slides past his shoulder blades and up his neck, escaping into his wild, fluffy hair and ruffling it. He wants to lavish him in praise but a naughty cat got his tongue, so all he can do is praise him with his body.

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

…we made a mess again.

[gonmorow]

[The silence that remains is peaceful, filling every inch of his body with love and contentment. Gon gets to enjoy it for just a little while longer before a voice cuts in about their mess.

A hearty laugh escapes his throat. That was the first thing he had to say?!]

...I know, hehehe. Looks like we can't get our hands off each other long enough to stay clean.

[He plucks his hand from Killua's head.]

Um, you did really good, Killua.

[devil_or_angle]

*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.*

[gonmorow]

[Killua's bashfulness makes him adorable. It makes Gon want to tease him, but he feels like another time would be better. Killua was already so vulnerable when they played together, he has to give him some space so it's not so embarrassing it turns into a negative experience.

When Killua moves off of him, their stomachs slowly come unstuck. Gon feels his weight shift to his lap and watches him from under drooping eyelashes as drowsiness sneaks in. A pale hand descends on his stomach, smearing the sticky spend there.]

You're staring, haha.. [He points out sheepishly, meeting his sapphire gaze.] Am I that pretty? [It's an innocent joke and he doesn't expect him to humor it. Gon doesn't view himself as pretty or handsome, nor does he think anyone would want to call him that.]

[devil_or_angle]

n-no…

*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.*

[gonmorow]

[Gon's face heats up at the unexpected compliment. He suddenly feels very seen in a way he never really worried about before. He notices just how much Killua's staring and wants to ask what he's thinking about until he dives in, smashing their lips together. Gon relaxes into the kiss, his hands tentatively snaking around the other boy's waist and tugging him back in. His tongue smeaks past plush lips into his lover's pink mouth, deepening the kiss as it swipes across Killua's own tongue. His tired brain was alight again, engaged in the throes of love.]

[devil_or_angle]

*killua melts down onto gon again, in a strange state of being drowsy and wired at the same time in the wake of his orgasm, lost in a heightened, dreamlike state where everything is more sensitive, every touch breathtaking. he’ll never be able to express in words how much it means to him that gon wants him in this way, that he chose him, so he lets his body say it for him, his heart syncopating with love as he takes in his tongue, his breath, anything he’ll give him.*

[gonmorow]

[Pliant, Gon's lips mesh messily around Killua's, their connection slick with saliva. Their mixed breaths and wet sounds are heavy in his ears, making the hairs on his neck stand on end. Titilated again, Gon bites his partner's bottom lip as he reaches down and strokes his bare butt, squeezing his hand around it. It's baby soft to the touch and so squishy. Killua's body is addicting like sugar. Just when he thought they were done, he keeps coming back for more, wanting another fix.]

Killua, do you still wanna...? [The rest of the words escape him, but he hopes the other boy will get what he means.]

[devil_or_angle]

*gon’s hand wanders down killua’s back and he intakes a gasp, spine bowing and pressing their bellies together. panting dizzily between kisses, he stammers:*

i-i just… don’t want to separate, just yet…

[gonmorow]

You can stay with me like this for as long as you want to. I won't run off anywhere.

[Gon's hand slides back up Killua's back, drawing spirals in soft, pale skin.]

I love you, Killua. Can't believe you love me back..I was so flustered when I saw you in your trunks, to be honest. Never thought I'd get to see the rest of you.

[devil_or_angle]

*if killua were still in the cat room, he’d be purring at gon’s gentle touch, but as it is he just droops his eyelids and tilts his head to nuzzle his flushing cheek against gon’s. the oversensitivity of his orgasm has subsided to a pleasant tingling, and he idly flexes his hips to rub their groins together, enjoying the slick sliding of their bodies against each other.*

dummy. there’s really not much to see.

[gonmorow]

Of course there is! It was special for me.

[Gon pulls Killua's hips down, making their collision even rougher. He turns his head to kiss Killua's hot cheek. Small lips press flush against warm flesh, comforting him.]

And don't call me a dummy. Ooor... [He targets Killua's armpits and giggles mischievously.] I'll tickle you!

[devil_or_angle]

*killua doesn’t think he’ll ever agree with him — but gon has certainly proven his attraction to killua with all they’ve done together today, punctuating it now with a delicious grind of his hips into his. killua shudders at the contact of bodies and lips, but before he can respond with any more friction gon is initiating a naked tickle fight and sending him into attack mode. already at the advantage of being on top of him, he traps gon’s arms at his sides and begins his own assault of fingers up his side.*

that’s just ’cause you’re a weirdo, and a dummy—

[gonmorow]

Aaah---! Aaaahhhhahaha! [Gon wriggles against him defenselessly, tears in his eyes as he tries to free his arms in vain.] Killuaaahhh! That's no fair! Is it really so weird to find you pretty? Are you allowed to do it to me but I'm not?! Hahaha--!

[He's gasping for air.] Stoooopp! I'm sorry, I won't tickle you!

[devil_or_angle]

*once he decides gon has been sufficiently punished, killua eases off him, sitting up on his lap again.*

i just don’t understand what you see in me, when you’re…

*he looks down at gon, breathless and glistening beneath him, and can’t find the words to describe him. the place where their bodies connect couldn’t be more different; his own pale skin looks so sickly in comparison to gon’s healthy, golden tan, the bones that jut from his chest and hips so ugly and awkward compared to gon’s smooth, sturdy torso. why did he choose a broken thing like him?*

[gonmorow]

[Gon snakes his hands around small, bony hips, pulling them in just as readily as before despite the fear of being tickled again.]

When I'm what, Killua? Are you still doubting yourself?

[Tan fingers tread on pale skin, working over protruding ribs and dipping in the shallow divets between. Gon admires his body regardless of what it looks like because it's Killua's. It tells a story about his life that he can't ignore.

Gon's determined to feed Killua lots of meat and fish from the cat room kitchen so his neglected tummy can become big and full like it deserves to.]

When I look at you, I'm reminded of the big, beautiful, icy crescent moon. Silver and glittering above me with pretty, curved edges and making me want to reach out. You just have this, um, cool allure. I hope you try to see in yourself what I see!

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's face heats up as gon's fingers trace over his body with the utmost gentility, as if it really were something delicate and beautiful instead of hollowed out and honed for murder. he may no longer have the scars, but how he was raised still shows in every sharp angle that gon somehow sees past. he forces himself to meet his soft brown eyes as he waxes poetic, even though he feels like all his nerves are igniting, the words searing him to his core. looking back down at the messy site where their bodies meet, icy-pale against warm-tan, he murmurs,*

well, the moon gets its light from the sun.

[gonmorow]

Killua... [a gentle smile forms on his face.] I don't usually wax poetic, so you gotta know how special you are. It isn't just the Sun that makes you special, it's your own heart that shines through, making its own light even if you don't see it.


[He pulls Killua up so he can bury his face in his chest, taking in his apple scent. He smells just like him now.. Gon notices the sticky pool of spend and pulls his head away.]

Ah..We should still get cleaned up, haha.

[devil_or_angle]

*killua's heart thumps against gon's face, unable to hide the emotion surging through it. he may not be able to accept what he's saying right now, but maybe with time -- and many, many more kisses -- he'll be able to see his own light. his gaze falls again to the mess he made on gon's stomach.*

...yeah.

*reaching over to grab the twice-discarded towel, he finishes what he'd gotten too starstruck to do before, gently wiping the cum off gon's skin, and then his own.*

do you wanna rinse off again?