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Killua murmurs the phrase softly against Gon’s lips, graceful hands trailing slowly downward from Gon’s tousled spikes to the smooth slope of his neck.
Gon doesn’t hear the words at first; he’s too wrapped up in the soft curls of Killua’s hair, the softness of his mouth pressing soft kisses to Gon’s cheek-jaw-neck, his soft palms sliding against Gon’s calloused ones and the way their fingers interlock, one-by-one like perfect puzzle pieces fitting into place.
Killua tugs Gon forward and Gon follows him blindly—because he would follow Killua anywhere, through anything, bear any hardship as long as it meant they got to be like this, together again at the end of the day—and Killua kisses him again, full on the mouth.
“What?” Gon asks when Killua finally pulls back, utterly dazed.
Killua smiles with eyes cut from a midnight sky, and repeats softly—
“Come to bed.”