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Two months after Gon's original dilemma passes he's met with an opportunity.
See these past few weeks, after he decided to give Killua time to cool off...he has been jumping at any opportunity to get Killua's clothes removed. Not all of his clothes, just particularly his shorts...and underwear. From bathing together to public changing rooms, Gon has tried everything to see what's underneath those annoying pieces of fabric.
Bathing together was his first plan of action; simply just ask Killua to take a bath or shower with him like old times. That idea was unfortunately shut down quicker than it was presented. “You're gonna have to try harder to see me naked Gon." Is all he replied with, and it only furthered his determination. Although he does know Killua was only joking, he probably doesn't actually believe that his best friend wants to see him naked- oh how wrong he was.
His second attempt wasn't much braver than his first. They had to change beside one another for a fancy dinner to track down a well known drug dealer. A rather unpleasant time it was for Killua, as the man they were working under at the time request the albino to "dress up more feminine" Gon was confused by it at first but quickly realized when given more information about the target, that the man in particular was "quite fond of femboys." As written down.
Distraught is a perfect word for Killua's expression at this, it almost made Gon reconsider the mission entirely, as he wouldn't have wanted to force the albino into anything that would make him really uncomfortable. Despite the preferences, Killua was already determined and refused to back out. This is what lead to the dressing up part, their boss had laid out a dress for Killua, a tiny black sparkly thing that showed off the boys figure, oh-so nicely.
Gon's plan was to help Killua into the dress, he figured the boy wouldn't be very knowledgeable of how to wear it, so he could assist him into it. Sadly this didn't happen for him, upon entering the dressing room the albino quickly flushed pink at the clothing picked just for him. His argument was that he didn't expect a dress of all things, as many other clothing choices could be considered feminine as well, and be easier to move around in if a scuffle were to occur. That of course was shut down and Killua was forced into the thing with the help of some assistants.
Gon almost entirely lost his breath when Killua was well and dressed, dress skin tight on his hips and other assets he shouldn't describe so thoroughly. Let's just say that he was praying to any god out there to spare him from an embarrassing hard on. Thankfully he had the mission to redirect his focus on, didn't help that he was more like backup, a security guard of sorts while Killua ran the show.
It hadn't taken long for the snowy boy to gather the mafia bosses attention, a quick flutter of his eyelashes and sway of his hips had the man settled across from him, sipping anxiously at his wine while his eyes roamed over Killua's body. Gon had focused very intently on the man's hands from a distance, making completely sure he wasn't going to try anything. They laid on his thighs, occasionally soothing himself by adjusting his jacked and brushing back his balding hair.
At some point he had held Killua's hands on the table, rubbing the albinos soft skin and murmuring about how pretty he was. Gon knows this from the mic hidden expertly on the boys person. It was quite hard not to lash out at this. He had to keep his knuckles in tight fists, breathing deeply and carefully.
In a matter of no time Killua was leading the boss up to the private rooms, made specially for rendezvousing. Little to his knowledge though, that's where he would be cuffed and sent to prison.
Gon moved from his place on the bar to outside the building, hovering just on the balcony and peaking into the room.
Killua let the man tip his body down and onto the bed, sprawled out and very tempting while he looked to the man at the foot of the mattress. Cat like eyes glassy and watching him fumble with his buckle as he hiked up a leg, digging his toes into the bed in a teasing manner.
Gon would have thought Killua completely interested in what would have transpired if this was a normal setting. Vulnerable, laid out with want in his eyes. It made a bristle of anger resound throughout him, that Killua would let himself be ravished by a poorly taken care of man. Old and balding, sweet glistening on his forehead as he gazed at the young body presented before him in a predatory glint.
At the sight he spied on, Gon took to his mic, anxious to why no one had barged into the room with guns pointed. He watched the bosses belt get tossed to the ground, pants removed as he crawled on top of Killua.
"Where the fuck are you!" He cussed into his mic, uncaring if the occupants in the room heard him. He was a messily second away from bursting through the windows, skin be damned before a staticky reply filled his ear.
"Gon, hold on a moment there was an issue with entry."
The man's hands crawled up Killua's smooth legs, grabbing ahold of his wrists and pinning them to the mattress. "So, so pretty baby." Lips murmuring against a pale neck before nipping at the soft skin.
This is when Killua's eyes roomed the room and met his, act withering away to the uncomfortable touches and the sensation of being pinned down. He probably didn't think it would have gone that far and Gon could almost feel his emotions through that look alone.
It was like a plead for help, like Killua was begging to him through his eyes alone to get him out of that situation.
Gon had frozen, caught between his responsibilities. He knew the team was on their way, and if he interfered at the last second before back up could come, they wouldn't have had the upper hand anymore and Killua could be put in danger. He would have lashed out at the first touch if he didn't know this.
A whimper is what pulled Gon out of his mind, emotions taking over at the words in his mic and the tensing scene before him.
What had caused the noise was Killua. The man had grabbed both his wrist with one hand, sliding his other up Killua's thigh and under his dress, forcing his legs apart and grinding down onto him.
Killua had closed his eyes, willing away what his body had felt in that moment, just forcing his consciousness to float away from his physical body like he had done so many times before. And, like a godly creature had given him their pity, the smothering body atop him was yanked away, pulled far from him with a strength unbeknownst to him.
The suffocating sensations he had felt previously were replaced by a gentle, comforting touch that sat him upright. The touch glided down his spine, soothing him and bringing him back down and into his body. He was then pulled close, his head rested on something solid and warm, safe is what he felt as fingers combed through his unruly hair.
Safe, finally safe.
Gon had paused his desires shortly after that. At least until Killua started acting like himself again, smiling and getting embarrassed at the smallest things instead of dozing off with an odd look on his face.
The third attempt was a bit more intense, more brave. He had went into it with a mindset of, third times the charm.
They had went to a stream, to Gon's recommendation. It was beautiful, crystal clear waters, refreshing cold water that only releases the built up heat in your body. Going into it he hadn't necessarily planned to make a move, it was mostly a spur of the moment type of thing.
It seemed perfect to him.
Firstly, to encourage Killua he had striped completely naked, underwear tossed off to the side and all. Being entirely exposed like that had never been a bother of him before and it didn't bother him then, that's partially why he's been confused as to why it's such a big deal for Killua. Aunt Mito always taught him that's it's okay, natural.
He could tell the albino was immediately off-put, gawking at him and then turning away as if caught when they met eyes. "Gon- what are you doing?" He had practically seethed with embarrassment, head turned away, eyes scrunched up and all.
He responded with a grand speech about being one with nature, wanting to feel the water everywhere and cleanse himself of all anxieties. This is when he casually dropped in that Killua should also try it himself. It played off to a few moments later when Gon submerged from the water, dripping wet and shuffling over to where Killua sat, still dry on land. Only his naked toes dipped below the water.
"Killua." He huffed. "Come into the water."
"No." He glared at him, amusement not evident in his expression or tone as he rubbed sunblock onto his arms. This should have been a sign to Gon to let it be and not push it further. Although gleefully happy that day he had ignored the grumpy, unpleased teen, jumping out of the water and tackling him.
As he should have predicted Killua's reaction was not a happy one. Face red with anger Killua cursed at him, simultaneously trying to kick him off and rub away the water dripping onto him. "Gon, I swear to god!" Pleasantly larger than Killua, Gon held him down with his body weight, an arm pinned easily across his chest. "I'm not in the mood for this right now!"
"You will be when the water washes away all your anxiety, Killua." Gon teased him, using his other hand to grab the band around Killua hips.
"Gon!" Killua warned in a tone way too serious for the occasion. "Stop, I'm not kidding." Not quite sensing the seriousness of the situation Gon had ignored the warnings, continuing to inch the offending clothing down his hips. "Gon, please!"
Upon hearing the plea he thankfully stoped, catching Killua's no longer angry expression but one of complete anxiety. Worried and uncomfortable. His grip lessened and Killua sat up, giving Gon his back, holding his knees and facing away from him. "Killua, I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"Don't." He warned.
Killua Ignored him the rest of the day after that, well deserved as he shouldn't have invaded the other's personal space like that. He eventually came around, talking to him again after he mustered up a good enough apology and gave him some space. What he means by space is, sleeping on the couch when they usually cuddle together. Not that Killua would ever admit that to anyone.
It was the day after Killua forgave him that they went to the beach, a very much public place to the albinos reassurance. Gon can recall rubbing tons of sunblock into his pale skin, he couldn't tell if Killua was already burned when they got there because of the blush he sported.
The day went by smoothly, they swam, splashed each other, walked along the beach and then swam some more.
It was nice.
The he fourth try wasn't much of a try, more like an avoidance, it was eventful to say the least...and it was all Leorio's fault. See the doctor had been trying to coax them into drinking with him, they've put it off with measly excuses like Killua's immunity to poison and Gon's lack of free time. It's not that he's had no free time, just that he'd rather spend his days with Killua. Everyday all day
Eventually it got to a point where they could no longer ignore his persuasion. A late Friday night is when the doctor managed to convince Killua into heading over for a drink, with a description that entertained a very strong drink for the albino.
Apparently he hadn't bluffed, it was evident when Killua came back to Gon drunk out of his damn mind. Kind of ironic considering Leorio is a doctor, not only did he let a minor drink, but let them venture out into the big bad world all by themselves in a quite vulnerable state.
Although the latter was explained when he received a call from the doctor himself, he basically said that Killua ran away from him when he tried settling the albino down to sleep. The exact words were "the damned brat ran away, whining about how he couldn't sleep without you or some bullshit." This caused a fluttering feeling to tickle his chest, but as much as he longed to reside in that feeling he had to make sure Killua was properly taken care of in his drunken state.
For the most part it was easy getting him to bed, all it took was supporting his wobbly legs and dropping him into it. Although this is where the problem arose. Instead of snoozing off to slumber Killua grabbed his wrist and uttered "take my pants off."
He couldn't ignore the jump in his throat or prevent the widening of his eyes. "K-Killua." He stuttered.
"Gon, hurry so...so I can get over it." To the present moment Gon still doesn't know what Killua met by this. In the moment he wrote it off, still entirely concerned about his previous words. The words being a sentence he's wanted Killua to say for some time now.
It almost made him give in, to corner Killua with his body much like the drug dealer had and color his neck in a masterpiece of his love.
Although he knew better to not make that mistake, he had been stupid and disrespectful of the albinos body before, he wasn't going to do it again. "You're drunk Killua, let's just get you to bed." Killua only whined in response, turning over on his belly and laying his cheek on the mattress.
Gon Ignored this, huffing an amused breath at the bizarre situation before him, it was pretty strange to see Killua so fucked up. If he wasn't so concerned about all the conflicting emotions he would have enjoyed it more.
Through all of this Gon has come to an easy realization. He is undeniably, completely infatuated with Killua that it's boarding on the point of obsession.
No.
No, he is obsessed.
He so entirely desires Killua's body that's it's a burden to him. It's come to a point that this desire of his has affected his every waking moment so badly he can't do anything without thinking of the albino.
To his sweet soft smiles to the way he walks, that little sway of his hips he could easily press himself against. Maybe bite his neck and wrap his large arms around that small frame, to say he's mine, completely and utterly his.
Killua without a doubt is a prize to be earned, to be claimed. He deserves to be pinned down and made love too.
Through all of his tries Gon has realized that it was never truly about seeing Killua true to his words. It was always about getting Killua to submit to him, to lay his body before Gon and accept his love with everything he has. To fill him up and fuck him wide and open with abandon.
Killua is beautiful.
Killua is precious and lovely.
Considering all of this as a movie flashes before Gon's eyes, seeing but not comprehending, Killua's head rested on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around the albinos shoulders, he thinks about his fifth try.
Right now should be his fifth try, it's perfect. Movie playing before them and chocolate in Killua's hands it's the best atmosphere he could ask for. The younger boy is relaxed into him, chest rising and falling with soft breaths, pliant and oh so soft. He can imagine just dropping Killua down into the couch, covering his body with his own, as if to shield him from the dangerous world around them and kiss him with desire.
Show him how much he adores him, how much he loves him... just how special and precious he really is.
"Gon." Killua whispers, looking up at him with his beautiful blue eyes, a palm resting on his chest, his fingers barely skimming his skin.
From his name called Gon's attention is easily and immediately directed at the source of all his affections. "Hmm?" He hums, daring to brush a hand through Killua's curls. A blush overcomes that little face, pink blooming like petals of flowers in the spring.
"Do you remember... when I was drunk, and-" he swallows, Adam apple bobbing so enticingly. "Do you remember what I said?" For a second Gon considers lying, he considers putting on a deceivingly confused face and faking his words. Although quickly he concludes that it wouldn't do him any good, why lie? Why lie to Killua and say he hadn't been thinking of that moment since it happened?
"I do." He replies, tracing the other males expression carefully with his eyes. His eyebrows furrow... as if concerned by his knowledge.
The younger then breathes deeply, preparing himself for his next words. "When I t-told you to take my pants off?"
Gon's expression softens, "yes Killua I do. I also remember what you said after that." As if mortified by his words Killua darts his head away from him, slapping the island males arms away from him and placing himself a good distance away. "Killua. Tell me what that was about. What did you mean?"
The albinos chest stutters "just forget about it Gon." His knuckles fist the cushion, anxiety clearly eating away at him.
Gon isn't too sure what the big deal is. What is his reasoning for those words? What could Killua possibly what to get over that it requires Gon to take his pants off? Not that he's complaining, he'd gladly assist the boy in whatever endeavor he faces. Especially if it concerns taking his clothes off.
"I'm not going to forget about it Killua. I want to know what you meant, so just tell me." He reaches his hand out, resting it over the other males smaller, dainty one. "Please Killua, you can talk to me."
Those blue eye lock with his, vulnerable and exposed before resting back on the floor. "It's stupid." He spits out like a curse.
"Nothing is stupid when it bothers you this much." Killua remains in place, muscles tense and locked into a restrictive box. But Gon can see, he can see that the walls are coming loose, his cracks spilling emotions over his body. "Talk to me." He whispers once again, making sure his voice is soft and reassuring.
"That fucking smelly old man." Taken aback by his words Gon takes a moment to recoup, not wanting to lose Killua by his confusion but still eager to understand.
"Leorio?" He didn't think Leorio was smelly- but sometimes Killua can say things that aren't really true to just fuck with people.
In return he gets a little laugh, a short break in the suffocating atmosphere. "No Gon, not Leorio." He pauses, swallowing down a deep breath. "That drug dealer we took down."
Quickly Gon's thoughts come to a screeching stop, anger seething beneath his veins from the fact that he didn't notice sooner. The dazed looks, absent words and expressions. Common flinching from touches he had gotten used to. He hadn't registered the effect that fucking man had on Killua.
He should have, he's Killua's closeted person. He could have reassured him, could have made sure Killua felt safe and comfortable in his own skin. But no, instead of talking it out and processing it, he's keep it all bottled up in that head of his.
"I keep thinking... about his hands and how he, how he touched me." Suddenly Killua chokes, overwhelmed with invisible emotion. "How I couldn't fucking move and he just, just put his grubby hands under my dress and-" he gasps, cracks splitting clear open and showering his face. "I didn't want it Gon, I swear!"
"Of course you didn't Killua... of course you didn't." Gon moves closer, hesitant to touch him but overcome with the feeling to comfort the weeping boy.
"You don't understand Gon, you looked so upset after, like I wanted him to do it." Killua pants wiping his arm across his face. "Like I'm some slut or something."
"Killua." He speaks softly, utterly destroyed at the words being spoken to him. He sits a hand on the albinos back, gliding his fingers delicately down his spine. "I don't think that Killua nor did I. I was just fucking furious that he did touch you like that, and it was partially my fault."
"Really?" Killua questions, desperate watery eyes looking at him as if he has all the answers to the world.
"Yes Killua, really. I was also jealous, y'know." Gon brushes a lock of hair out of his hair, thumb gently guiding along his flushed cheek. "That he got to touch you like that before I could."
The younger males eyes widen slightly before resting his slender hand on Gon's own, sitting on it softly and then slowly removing it and moving it downward "then do it." He whispers, beautiful blue eyes shining with desire. "Touch me Gon."
Gon's fingers come into contact with the band of his grey sweats, his eyes dropping from those eyes to observe that pretty, dainty hand covering his own "make me feel good."
"K-Killua." Gon almost pulls his hand away, shocked to see this side of Killua. It's not bad, actually entirely the opposite, it's just unexpected. "Are you sure? This is okay, you're not uncomfortable or anything?"
"Just shut up Gon." Pink erupts on his cheeks, breaking his horny attitude. "I'll tell you if I don't want it, just touch me."
It's crazy to him, that all he's had to do is just be there. He didn't even try anything, didn't try to touch Killua or get into his pants. Now
Though? Now Killua is forcing his hand down his sweats, gasping as Gon's thick digits graze along that beautiful organ. His soft puffs of breath are like heaven to Gon's ears, and suddenly he wishes he could feel them on his naked skin.
"G-Gon." The boy whimpers, bucking his hips forward and into the tanned males hand. His forehead drops onto Gon's chest, body finally pliant and at the mercy of his hands.
Gon drags his thumb along the head, complete satisfaction enveloping him.
Killua's leaned into him, back hunched as his body tries for all its worth to seek that satisfaction, his fist crumple in Gon's shirt as he bucks his hips forward. He calls the older man's name like a prayer, his whimpers breaking off into whiny little pleas. "God Gon- please."
Neither of them know what he's pleading for, and it doesn't matter. They're here, together pleasure taking over their horny drunken minds.
"Turn over Killua, get on your stomach." Gon removes his hand with some resistance, enjoying those desperate whines at the loss. Eager to feel that again the albino complies with his request, and with the help of the older he is shifted onto his tummy. "Hips up."
Although confused Killua follows his order, his horniness overcoming the embarrassment at sticking his ass in the air. "I'm going to take your pants off, okay?"
"Okay." He breathes out, seemingly winded. He's not sure what Gon wants, but he finds that he doesn't care, he just wants Gon to do whatever he pleases with his body.
He shivers when the bottom half of his clothes are removed, his cock hanging uselessly swollen and waiting. He turns his head, curious at what the other male plans to do with him, and he lets out a low moan as he sees Gon behind him, face mere inches away from his ass. He's starting to get a clue what he plans to do now. "Mm, Killua is shaven." Gon hums above him, swiping his tongue along Killua's ass-cheek and nippling lightly at that soft skin.
Killua really does have the perfect ass, pink and deliciously round. "So pretty. He murmurs, daring to drag his tongue over that most sensitive spot.
"Go- ahh!" Killua jumps at that wet sensation, his claws sinking into the cushion and ripping it open. "Gon, Gon." He pants, shifting his body back to test the waters.
Just like he expected Killua is on the loud side in bed. Sensitive and whiny to his touch, even when he only grazes those soft spots, nice and gentle. He's imagined having Killua in his hold, whimpering and crying at his touches, although it's nothing like actually experiencing it. It's beautiful and exciting, his cock already pulsing in his tight pants, hot and angry. "Killua you don't even know what you do to me. The amount of times I've touched myself and thought about you."
He groans lowly, dark like a predator as he traces that muscle. He needed to make sure Killua knows his true words, let him think about it while he eats out his ass.
Killua cries in return as his tongue plunges into that pretty pink hole, his body responding immediately and rutting back into that pleasure. He whimpers out Gon's name, a melody so sweet he wants to engrave it into his very soul. To have it on repeat.
"Pleaseee, nghh... ah' fuck!" That feeling of Gon's tongue wiggling around in his ass, attacking his nerve endings as his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Brain turned to complete mush, Killua allows himself for the first time in his damn life to give into that intense pleasure. Allowing his body to rock, shift and shake without any control.
He makes sure Gon's name is the last thing he whimpers out before he's coming undone, spilling onto the ruined couch under him and collapsing down into his own cum and sweet. His utterly exhausted, body limp as Gon turns him around, brushing his sticky hair off his sweaty face. He can't even bring himself to be embarrassed as the large man over him spreads his thighs, peering down at his cock and testicles.
He feels hands hold him, shifting and moving him around as if inspecting him. "Gon." He groans
"Mm, you missed a spot Killua." A thumb brushes along his skin, disrupting those little missed hairs. "It's white, so cute."
"You can't be serious Gon." He groans again, taking his arm off his eyes to peer at him between his thighs "is that the only reason you did that?"
"Of course not silly." Gon ducks his head down, running his tongue along Killua's shaft, humming as he takes all those delicious liquids.
"Gon." Killua bites back a moan, putting his hands in that wiry hair and pushing back. "I'm gonna get hard again."
The older man simply makes a responsive sound, taking Killua completely in his mouth and sucking lightly before pulling back with a soft pop, making sure he drags his mouth entirely across his flesh to clean it. Killua's hands become clenched in his hair at the feeling. Trapped by his hands Gon decides to crawl up, peppering kisses along the column of his neck.
He licks and sucks, Killua's returning gasps of air and whimpers encouraging his enthusiasm. Either his neck is really sensitive, or he just really enjoys Gon marking him as his. Perhaps it's both, he notes faintly, beginning to bite and suck harshly at that soft skin. "Gon, really I'm-"
"I want to fuck you." Almost immediately, Killua's grip drops and Gon feels his jaw go slack. Trailing his way up Gon places delicate kisses there, following a made up path to his lips and ending with a soft peck. Happy, that despite his current shock Killua returns the kiss. "Killua, it's okay if you don't want to." He doesn't get to finish before there are hands on the button of his jeans and his zipper.
"I can't believe I'm nearly completely naked and you have all your damn clothes on." Killua gripes at him, letting him help tug his pants and boxes off. It feels heavily to finally have that aching fabric off his throbbing member.
Killua drops himself back down, arms laid above his head like he's urging Gon to devour him. "Take your shirt off." He order and without flinching Gon yanks the flimsy fabric over his head.
"I cant believe I'm completely naked and you aren't Killua." Gon teases his earlier statement, then gives the albino another quick peck.
Killua lays his hands across the broad toned chest above him, humming contently and tracing his finger between those large pecks in a teasing manor.
"Really Killua, we don't have to if you aren't comfortable."
"God Gon." He groans in annoyance. "Really I want it."
"I just don't want you to force yourself, just to please me."
"How descriptive do I have to be." Killua leans up slightly, pulling his shirt off and laying back down similar to his previous vulnerable position. "I want you inside me. I want you to use me, bend me over and fuck me on the counter Gon I don't care, just do it." His lip tilts up in a grin. "And if you take too long, I'm gonna tighten up again so you better hurry the hell up Freecss.
Killua's clever use of words is gonna kill him on day because he's waited too damn long to hear him say that. "The safe word is berry." He utters briefly before mindlessly spreading those pretty little thighs again. He grabs his dick rubbing some of his fluids over Killua to wet him.
He spares a glance up to that pretty, eager face covered with white fluff before pressing in. A resounding moan echos throughout the house, he's not sure if that was him or Killua but it doesn't even matter because every part of him is buzzing. It feels so damn good, so perfect, hot and tight. He grab Killua's hips, and just like he imagined that night that feels so long ago he forces himself past that tightness, to the very deepest parts of Killua.
A deep guttural moan bubbles out of his throat, he pulls that compliant body under him back before pushing inside again. Killua looks so sweet, so good beneath him, his perfect body responding to his motions, arching against him head thrown back and everything.
"Ng' Gon." He moans beautifully, grabbing onto the broad shoulders above him and pulling him close for comfort.
The way he pants heavily on Gon's chest has worry sparking in his head. Did he go too fast? Did he hurt Killua? But the way his smooth legs wrap around his torso, the back of his heels urging him forward has him thinking that Killua only wants to be fucked senselessly. "Harder please, please go harder Gon."
Killua begs him so softly, his brattiness gone and replaced by his desperate desires.
"Shh." Gon can't help to coddle him, brushing back his tresses and caressing his gorgeous flushed face. "Let's take it slow Killua, it's your first time, yeah?"
He can recall Killua mentioning, flushed face at their "embarrassing conversation," that he's never gotten with anyone before. He had felt so happy in that moment, elated that no one's touched Killua or held him like he has. Even if before it was just simple cuddles, spooning or hugs. No one has ever made Killua feel so precious, and selfishly he loves that.
"Y-yeah." The smaller drops his gaze as if hiding his face and Gon can only grin softly. So, so precious.
Gon holds his chin, tilting his bashful eyes to reluctantly meet his. "It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed." For his next words he pays extra attention to those watery oceans. "It just means that you're wholly mine." He leans to capture Killua in a kiss, making it clear he's not looking for just a little peck as he slides his tongue along that plushness. Humming resounds from him as Killua's easily complies to his demand, letting his tongue dip between those soft lips and explore his obsession.
Grazing along the sharpness of his canines to the soft skin of the inside of his cheek, everything tastes absolutely divine. He never knew he'd crave someone's salvia so much.. but Killua is always an exception, an anomaly so unique he plagues Gon's mind like his next meal.
As he drags his tongue along Killua's perfectly aligned bottom teeth the sweet taste intensifies, he knows it's because of that chocolate bar he just ate. Although he could never imagine Killua never tasting sweet.
"Killua's so sweet." He murmurs against those pink lips, giving him another peck and bitting the softness with a nip. "So perfect, so pretty." Gon shifts his hips, slowly dragging himself fully into the young boy beneath him with a hiss.
"Nghh." Killua moans into his shoulder, clawing his way up his enormous back with stinging scratches. "Full."
"Mmh?" Gon breathes into his hair, white tresses sprawled beautifully on the cushions underneath him. He places delicate kisses in his strands, unsure if Killua even feels them from the thickness of his hair.
"So full of you, Gon."
Those words sound magnificent on his lips.
He grabs the compliant boys hips again, thumbing around the hard bone to get a sure grip. "Let's go slow, I want you to enjoy it." He whispers into his ear, licking his pierced lobe and nipping at the skin teasingly. He's sure Killua would enjoy it either way, but he wants this moment to last. He could drive into him for a lifetime.
Showing true to his words Gon inches himself out slowly, and then pushing himself back inside just as slow. "Killua," he moans darkly setting the pace just a bit faster to hear that satisfying slap of his pelvis against the albinos ass. "Good boy, Killua."
"Ah- ahhh." Killua arches up against him, the half end of his back fully off the leather and into his lap. He feels the boy roll his body, torso moving in an enticing way that shows off all the dips and hardened definition of his abs.
“Just like that baby, make yourself feel good.”
Killua fucking himself back onto his cock has him in shambles. That gorgeous prized body rolling and arching just for him, just for his cock.
“G- nghh’ Gon, Gon!”
“Good boy, good boy Killua, tell them who you belong too.” His sentence floats off into a breathy moan, pushing the young males hips off his lap and fully down on the cushions, his grip near bruising but he really wouldn’t mind seeing pretty, colorful marks on those pale hips.
Especially ones shaped like his palms…
“I’m yours Gon, only yours.” Killua clenches his eyes shut, arms reaching to grab onto the man fucking into him. He needs- needs to hold onto to something unless Gon wants him tearing the couch to shreds. When he gets no verbal nor physical reply he opens his watery eyes again, settling onto the older males sweaty face, expression set in pure devoting lust. And it freaks him out that Gon is looking at him like that. Like he wants to only devote his entire being to Killua.
Calling him baby and his, is already mind boggling enough, seeing him look like that, move like that, is overwhelming and overstimulating. It’s frying his brain that Gon is treating him as if he’s something valuable, something precious.
Handling and moving his body around like he’s praising a goddess, using all his energy just to please him, telling him to feel good.
This is all happening before him, to him…
He’s in his body and Gon is making him feel things he has never felt before, desirable things, pleasurable things.
“Gon.” He cries out for the hundredth time, voice wobbly, pitched high and whiny. It’s so unfamiliar to him he has an urge to check around them, to make sure there’s not another person here making those noises he hasn’t thought himself capable of making. He would be more concerned- but he really can’t bring himself to care, he’ll be embarrassed about it later.
If that’s how he sounds he can’t even imagine how he looks. His hair is probably a mess and he knows his eyes are teary and moist, overcome with such intense feelings. Of pleasure he has never had an ounce of experience with.
Sure he’s touched himself before…maybe thinking of someone tan and large, bigger than him. Covering his small body entirely with theirs, nipping at his skin and making love to him as he would finger himself. It’s embarrassing to admit but it’s true. He’s imagined it in the shower, over the countertop; the surface rough on his body as he’s rocked on it, harsh edges of the material digging into his soft skin.
The most brave and daring place he’s ever done was right beside Gon. While the older male sleep soundly behind him on their bed he dropped his hand into his linen shorts, traced his fingers over his length and stuffed his face into the blankets. Images of Gon filled that black space in his head, that space devoid of life and brought colors flourishing.
He imagined Gon snapping awake, wrapping his arms around Killua’s torso trailing down and into his shorts. Taking his hardened member into his hands and stroking him to madness, till he was begging and whimpering to be used. Gon would then kiss him through it, his neck and his shoulder, telling him it’s okay while he removes both of their clothing. Fingering him until he’s ready and open to be treated like a toy.
All of his dreams and more coming true on a random, unimportant night feels too unreal. He always thought it would be somewhere magnificent, he thought he needed them to be in an incredible place for Gon to ever touch him. For him to ever want to pleasure him.
He never thought it would be on their old couch, a bad ro-com playing in the background, unhearing to both of their ears.
Gon finally catches his movement as he looks over, abiding to his request of moving up and startling a yelp out of the albinos as he pulls him down instead. Legs dangling over the large man’s shoulders, Killua promptly becomes folded in half.
“Mm..ahhh.” He whimpers out, Gon continuing to pump inside of him and playing with his sensitive buds. “Gon, harder now.” His nails rank down the man’s back, evidently leaving pink lines in their wake.
He just wants Gon to make him come undone already, his whole being is aching with release.
“You’re so pink, everywhere- damn so pretty.” Gon roughly fucks up, getting that warbled whimper out of Killua that he’s been looking for.
“God- Gon, make me cum.”
“Your face, your ass Killua, everything is so cute.” Gon bucks his hips sharply again in that same spot, unrelenting to that small boy under him and fucking him without restraint.
“Ah-haahhh..!” Killua’s voice drawls out till his breath runs dry, overstimulated and completely losing himself to those sharp thrust repeatedly hitting his sweet spot. Gon’s force nearly ruins the floor from rocking the couch so harshly, but Killua’s head bobbing, hair sticking to his flushed face, escaped tears trekking down his pink cheeks has him throwing everything that isn’t Killua out of his mind.
He’ll bring Killua to the end no matter what. No matter the tiresome feeling overtaking his thighs and abs. Non of it compares to Killua’s heat, his sweet hole taking every ounce of him, blushing around him. He can’t help but to take the albinos pink bud into his mouth, sucking and teasing on it, his pace still continuing.
“Gon I’m-!”
“Cmon baby, cum for me.. I’m close too.”
Gon’s hand strokes his length- and with all of his most sensitive parts being touched by those warm hands, Killua snaps like a band. His whole body trembling and spasming with his release as Gon continues to fuck him through it.
“Gonahhhh!” He cries, pleading and whiny like a baby.
The slide of their abdomens becomes easier, more slippery as coated by Killua’s release. Gon still groaning and moaning above him, still pumping him despite having tightened up.
“Gon.” He whimpers, “too much.” His white hair dances back and forth as his head tosses, saying no but Gon kisses his jaw, shifts his hold on his hips and shoves his cock deep inside.
A warm, hot sensation suddenly floods into him, forcing his wide doe eyes, blown with bliss into the back of his head once more. He mewls through it, especially at that wet slouch as Gon slides his cock into him again.
Then he’s collapsing down onto Killua with a heavy pleased sigh. “Gon too heavy.” His weak hands slightly push onto the broad body crushing his ribs.
“Sorry.” He sits up, kissing Killua’s hickey ridden neck and swapping their positions. The albino pleasantry nestled against his chest “I didn’t go too hard at the end there, did I?”
“It’s okay, just got a bit overstimulated.” Killua mumbles, brushing his hand down Gon’s tanned skin.
“But you’re alright? No pain or anything?”
“God Gon, yes. I might be a bit swore in the morning but it’ll be fine.”
“If you say so.”
A comforting time of silence passes over them, their soft breaths invading the empty space, the movie long since turned off.
“So are you gonna carry me to bed and clean me up, or?” Gon lets out a hearty laugh, amused at Killua’s brattiness quickly returning to him again.
“Okay Killua, okay.”
So as the night carries on, moon high in the sky with the twinkling stars, Gon and Killua settle into bed, both freshly cleaned and soft with soap.
They pull each other into their arms, Killua naturally the little spoon with his pale arms holding the tanned ones across his chest. “Goodnight Gon. I l-love you.”
“I love you too, Killua.” Gon kisses his neck, smiling all the while. “sleep well.”
Gon waits until he hears those adorable, soft puffs of breath again before he lets himself doze off as well, his curiosity replaced with a warm feeling in his heart.