endlessairship | undies room (nsfw ;3)

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undies room (nsfw ;3)

*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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*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.*

[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.]

*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…

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.

*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.

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!

*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—

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!

*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?*

[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!

*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.

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.

*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?

[Before Killua cleans up the spend, Gon sneaks a kiss from his heart, plush lips pressing against taut flesh. Then they part again, giving the other boy space to use his towel.]

Yeah, that'd be for the best. It's lucky we're right next to a bathroom, huh? Maybe we should use this room more often~

*chest still tingling from gon's last kiss, killua finishes drying himself off and looks back at the door, face flushed.*

yeah... i could see us getting used to it.

Edited 2023-01-19 06:42 (UTC)

[Gon picks Killua up and sets him at his side before hopping off the bed and offering him a hand up.]

Off to the shower?

*peeled from gon's lap, killua realizes how sticky he still is between the legs and wrinkles his nose in disgust, grabbing gon's hand to pull himself up.*

definitely.

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