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Gon hadn't been expecting it. At least, not so suddenly. But before he could even blink, the air in his lungs were being stolen as another pair of lips sunk their softness onto his own. It took him a solid second to even realize his longtime crush, enemy, and friend was holding him in such a gentle embrace. His chest begun flushing as a thousand thoughts formed and vanished at that moment. His eyes fluttered shut as he tasted a candy sweetness on the tongue of the older man. He could almost get addicted to the way Hisoka smelled, too, as he rested his hands on the rock hard chest of his gentle assailant. A natural musk coupled with something that could only be closely akinned to a buttercream cake. Something he's only caught wafts of from time to time. Usually, only when fighting. What a difference it's become in this instance. Gon just wanted to keep getting closer to the comforting scent.
He exploratively wrapped his arms around the neck of the deadly clown, all the while feeling the mouth he was kissing slowly turn into a smirk. It quickly behaved itself and started kissing Gon back again. Gon hadn't realized when it had happened, but they had managed to lay eachother down as they got lost in one another. He felt the sharp nails of Hisoka's hands travel up his hair and entangle themselves. The kiss only being encouraged to grow more passionate. Gon was aching for a breath, but he knew he could go longer without. He absolutely did not want to ruin such a good thing.
Hisoka hummed in complete satisfaction as Gon sunk deeper and deeper into such a simple show of affection. He was acting like this was a lifeline and Hisoka was the only one who could offer it. Hisoka loved it. He wanted so much more, but he had only wanted to test the waters for now. Gon is taking it so much better than he had thought he would.
Gon's spine shivers from the low frequency elicited from Hisoka's throat. Gon wants to take whatever this is that's happening so much further, but at the same time, he just wants to keep kissing this man. This man who almost killed him, more than once. This man who saved him, more than once. This man who taught him fear. This man who taught him lust. How excited Gon was at every sight and thought of the very man in front of him was going into this kiss. This one kiss that may never happen again.
Hisoka could almost taste the desperation of Gon's kiss. He carefully cupped the smaller's jaw and slowly pulled away, a string of saliva being the only thing that connected them. He could see Gon's chest heaving for breath as his face flushed a bright red. There was this sparkle he hadn't seen in Gon's eyes yet. At least, not directed towards him in this way. Hisoka was too focused on Gon's face and body, he almost didn't realize his own had been mirroring the younger male in front of him this entire time. Hisoka felt embarrassment, a rare emotion, bloom in his chest.
Hisoka's heart nearly jumped out of his mouth as Gon grabbed his hand and guided it to his cheek where Gon snuggled the palm of it and hid his face to kiss the very same palm. He shyly looked up,
"Th-thank you.." Hisoka blinked.
"For?"
"Being my first," Gon's face turned a deeper shade as he admits this.
Time stood at a sharp stillness as Hisoka learns this. He can't explain it. He simply can't. Can't explain his sheer happiness of having been the first to taste Gon. A genuine relief of a laugh bubbled up from the depths of his lungs. Gon looked unsure of himself at this and began to feel self conscious at the lack of response. To which Hisoka just brought him in even closer, where he could get that scent of bluegrass that only ever smells right on Gon.
"You're very welcome, my unripe fruit." Relief washed over the younger as a smile spread itself across his every feature.
"Now, if you don't mind," Hisoka continued," I'd like to be your second, as well." Gon's eyes sparkled at this.
They sunk back into the very kiss they'd longed for beforehand, and continued to long for even as they reindulged themselves.