The heat of Hisoka's breath meets Illumi's ear, his fingers slowly trailing up the smooth skin of Illumi's thigh. Rather than pulling away, the magician gently nips at the softness of the Zoldyck's earlobe, smiling as he flicks his tongue against it. In response, Illumi presses his lips together, stubbornly maintaining his rather stiff posture. As if purely to destabilize the assassin's resolve, Hisoka pulls lightly at the skin, his fingers dipping between Illumi's thighs without touching his groin. The one place Illumi feels particularly stiff will be ignored until Hisoka hears a direct command for him to touch it. This is the game the magician has selected after-all.

Initially, the lavish hotel room had felt rather cool, especially as they'd stripped their clothes and met on the bed. But the two now found themselves suddenly aware that the room was sweltering , thick with anticipation and arousal.

"Just this once…" Illumi says, his voice low and breathy. These words are meant more for himself than Hisoka, a reminder that this is just an experiment. Though, it doesn't matter to Hisoka how Illumi views this or justifies it to himself. This is to sate his curiosity and nullify the gnawing desperation to re-home his cock within someone else.

Leading up to this moment, Hisoka and Illumi had made dinner plans. It just so happened that the two were in the same city on the same night. Rare occurrences such as this usually ended with drinks as they discussed their travels and work. Illumi seldom spoke heavily of work, his thoughts lingering on family issues and whether or not he should involve himself further in his sibling's lives- particularly Killua. Hisoka, on the other hand, could carry the conversation for hours on his own, speaking in great length about the interesting people he had met and the ones he still wanted to meet. Although Hisoka considered Illumi to be his friend, it was difficult to truly define the relationship they shared.

Tonight's conversation had drifted into previously unventured territory; various frustrations the two had encountered. As it turned out, getting laid wasn't as easy as it used to be. Both men tended to be too rough on their partners, damaging them on occasion if their mood were sour. Between Hisoka and Illumi, a bit of pain could make things more exciting, though this sentiment was clearly not shared by everyone.

"Then maybe you should spend the night with me instead. What do you think, Illu~? "

The question had initially been posed by Hisoka, a mischievous smile playing on his lips before the glass of liquor covered them.

"I'll have to decline."

Of course, Illumi read it as another one of Hisoka's teasing questions, his curt refusal presented with the same stoic expression. However, the magician persisted in his advances, weighing the pros and cons in an effort to show Illumi that nothing would be lost except for time.
"You have no way of knowing that I'll make this offer again, Illu. I've never left a partner unsatisfied~."

"Is that so?" Illumi's tone and expression had remained unchanged. Taking another sip of his drink, the background noise of the bar drowned out the silence between them for what felt like an hour.
Hisoka had given a side glance to the Zoldyck.
"You're not doing anything tonight, are you?"

Between the two of them, Hisoka was the most persistent and annoying. Illumi knew that when Hisoka wanted something, he would do whatever it took to get it. Now that the magician's desire had re-focused onto him, he knew that the taunts and questions would be unending until he had his way.
"Alright, just this once."

That had been earlier, two hours earlier, or three drinks earlier, however you choose to look at it.
There exists no regret in Illumi's mind, he had made the most logical decision at the time and lost nothing important from it. He had no conflicting plans, and no particular reason to say no. From this, he might even learn more about Hisoka's weaknesses. He might learn more about this dangerous man who seemingly appeared out of thin air just to frighten those around him with his very existence.
Both thought themselves capable of killing the other if need be, so there was nothing to be concerned about. The threat of betrayal and even death, only made the encounter that much more alluring .

Hisoka's hand rises from Illumi's thighs, moving to his jaw instead as he guides Illumi to turn and face him. Taking no time to look upon Illumi's expressionless face, the magician crushes his lips against the Zoldyck's, pushing his tongue through tightly pressed lips and into his mouth. Exploring Illumi's tongue with his own, he begins to urge the assassin onto his back, desiring nothing more than to dominate him, to drown Illumi with himself.

Allowing himself to be guided back against the fluffy white duvet, Illumi shamelessly holds his legs open, giving Hisoka the chance to position himself between as the deep kiss continues. Muffled moans from the jester pass against Illumi's mouth, Illumi's hands now finding their place on Hisoka's hips. With each passing minute, the two seem to fall deeper and deeper into this game of theirs.

"You taste terrible." Illumi comments, separating himself from the kiss.

Unfazed, golden eyes shine with lust, Hisoka's hips lowering just enough to brush their engorged cocks together. He's never seen Illumi naked before, but the man looks just as he's imagined: thin, but with muscles rippling over his stomach and arms, thighs that could kill a man should they need to. As Hisoka's gaze draws over Illumi's muscular body, the outline of various thin and pale scars catch his attention. The memory of a fight Illumi had performed poorly in, evidence of a time he'd gone soft on someone out of pity. It was unfortunate to see such pretty skin marred by puffs of tough tissue, though Hisoka can't help but think he'd like to give Illumi a scar or two to remember tonight by.

"That's too bad~ " The magician's silky words are followed by his lips lowering, teeth beginning to bite on the thin skin of Illumi's neck. In response, Illumi's grip on his hips tightens, nails digging into the skin over Hisoka's hip bones revealing just how sensitive his neck truly is.

Deciding against teasing Illumi over it, Hisoka takes the skin at the base of the Zoldyck's shoulder between his teeth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Once he is certain a crimson and blue splotch will appear there, Hisoka raises his gaze far enough to catch the displeasure at his action on Illumi's face. It doesn't matter though, Illumi smells so good, he looks so good. Everything about him has the magician's cock throbbing with desperation. How long has it been since he's fucked anyone? It has been too long, and he couldn't have asked for a more deserving partner.

"Don't leave marks, my mother will be upset."

Hisoka's mouth continues trailing down over Illumi's clavicles. Supported mostly by his legs, his thumbs rub gently over pink nipples. Hisoka still has so much of this body to explore.

"Be quiet…" The jester mumbles, his eyes trained on the Zoldyck's chest as he begins to kiss down his sternum.
"I'm not finished."
It is difficult to resist shoving into Illumi, but he needs to take his time with this. He will memorize this body, he will imprint it upon his brain.

Illumi winds one hand into Hisoka's hair as the magician's mouth falls just above his cock. This is the first time the usually reserved man has shown any interest other than agreement, and just the tug of his hair is an invitation that has Hisoka nearly moaning. But he has already entered this game, he's already quietly agreed that he won't be the first one begging to be touched. Because of this, the jester slides one hand down to the Zoldyck's thigh, pushing his legs open wider as his mouth travels around the hardened cock without ever touching it directly. He feels the hardness brushing against his cheek, the smoothness of Illumi's dick drawing a lewd smile from Hisoka. He wants to feel that warm, sensitive skin against his lips. It would be easy to let his imagination run away from him right now, but he finally has Illumi spread open before him, he can't possibly allow his mind to wander anywhere else.

When did he start wanting Illumi in this way? It feels like the desire has cropped up within minutes, but when he thinks about it, it makes sense. Illumi is something he can't break—but perhaps rattle. He wants to see Illumi's expressionless face twisted in pleasure. He wants to hear screams of pleasure. He wants to hear his name shouted in ecstasy. He wants to hear Illumi begging for him to keep going, to go harder or deeper. It doesn't matter to Hisoka what he'll have to try in order to earn these incredible responses, he's been quietly anticipating this night for long enough that he arrived prepared.

Pinching the Zoldyck's nipple, Hisoka raises his gaze just enough to watch the emotions flickering in Illumi's eyes as he blows lightly onto his swollen length. It's arousing to watch, even though the assassin's lips fail to so much as twitch, his eyes flicker and give him away.

'I don't know how much longer I can wait…~'

Hisoka had never felt this desperate for someone before, but Illumi is a dangerous treat he will probably only be allowed to taste once. Though, it was already ten o'clock at night, he'd have to fully utilize the next few hours to truly get his fill.

"Are you nervous, Illu~?"

The Zoldyck assassin propped himself onto one elbow, staring down at the magician who currently had his face between his legs.

"I have no reason to be."

Smiling wider, Hisoka gives in to his desires, pressing his index finger against the slit of Illumi's length. Bobbing his finger gently against the heated skin, he lowers his face until his lips press against the side of the shaft, holding them there as he studies Illumi's expression. He wouldn't, no , he couldn't be satisfied with just a flickering gaze. He wanted moaning, wanton vocals which would reverberate within his soul and beckon orgasm after orgasm. He would fill each one of Illumi's holes with cum until he couldn't take it anymore, until he wasn't allowed to anymore.

"Unwavering confidence. That's no fun, but— nothing less can be expected of a Zoldyck I suppose. "

A frown crosses Illumi's lips, his eyes still trained on Hisoka's even as the magician removes his index finger. Pressing his tongue against the slit, he makes a slow circle of the head. It feels more erotic that their eyes never part ways, the Zoldyck watching him carefully as his tongue navigates the swollen organ. The first response Hisoka is able to force from Illumi occurs as the jester dips his tongue into the slit. The Zoldyck's eyes close briefly, his lips pressing together tightly as though repressing a moan. The expression only lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to encourage Hisoka to continue.

The magician moves one hand to Illumi's hip, his other coming to wrap around the base of Illumi's length. The game is finally up, Hisoka had found the pros of giving in to far outweigh the cons. He needs to leave his marks quickly, before Illumi can change his mind. The idea of not being able to push his cock into the willowy body is too devastating to think about.

Opening his mouth wider, Hisoka takes just the head in at first, the heat of his mouth consuming Illumi who visibly tenses in response. How long had it been? How long since he'd felt this?

The magician's tongue slides skillfully over the Zoldyck's cock. Without any hint of embarrassment or shame Hisoka moans around the thick erection. He wants Illumi to feel good, something tells him he will have a far better orgasm with the knowledge he's shaken up the normally sedentary emotions inside the assassin. The potential he sees in Illumi has Hisoka putting more skill into his tongue, sucking and licking along the shaft and head before taking the full length into his mouth. Illumi isn't overly large, but he isn't small either. Rather, he's large enough to force Hisoka's mouth open as wide to accommodate without grazing Illumi's cock with his teeth. The tip of the Zoldyck's dick touches the back of his throat, the jester's head turning and shifting as he finds the best position for it to slide down his throat instead.

The fingers still wound in Hisoka's hair, tighten, pulling painfully at his scalp. The feeling of Illumi's desperation further arouses Hisoka, enough so that he withdraws his mouth from the assassin's cock. Rather than giving into desire and swallowing the thick erection until he comes, the magician blows gently on it again. Really, it isn't as though he thinks of himself as a masochist, but the tightening grip means he is doing a good job. He is affecting the Zoldyck. Illumi tugs more insistently on the magician's hair, trying to pull his mouth away from the sensitive area as a soft breath escapes between his slightly parted lips. The tugging and pulling proves moot, the jester simply smiling as he continues blowing softly, intermittently, against the swollen length. It is tempting to touch his tongue to Illumi's cock just to see if he can shake him up, but he refrains. Instead, Hisoka continues his teasing breaths, rubbing his palm roughly along Illumi's hip and up his side until he feels the assassin's thighs tense.

Shifting his grip on Hisoka's hair, Illumi sits up just enough to begin applying pressure to Hisoka's head. Although Illumi is strong, Hisoka has always been the stronger one between them, not that this is either of them using their full strength. An all-out fight between the two… It is difficult to say which way that would go… What a dream it would be if a true fight between the two could originate from a steamy night in a hotel room…

Drawing back slowly, Hisoka raises his gaze to meet Illumi's. Wordlessly, the Zoldyck withdraws his hand. The tension in the air feels thicker now, both men have neared the end of their resolve, expectation rising like a fanned flame within them. Taking in the view before him, the jester licks his lips. It may be more worthwhile to get Illumi off at least once before diving into the main dish.

Long black hair lay messily against the white covers, almost as though it were waiting for the right moment to swallow Illumi up within its locks. Not that Hisoka would allow that to happen of course, he is the only one allowed to swallow the Zoldyck heir up. For now, Hisoka considered Illumi to belong to him. At the same time, the jester wants to bring Illumi to the very brink of desperation over-and-over until that begging voice draws from the throat meant to swallow his cock and his cock alone. It will be too easy for him to fuck Illumi right now, there's no fun in anything that easy. Not for their first and possibly last meeting at least.

"Do you always take so long? It seems like you're observing me more than touching me. This isn't what we agreed on."

Hisoka's face is now level with Illumi's, golden irises lustfully observing pitch-black ones. Of course Illumi is impatient, Hisoka may have been as well in his position. However, this is the jester's game. It is also his only opportunity to cement the look and feel of Illumi's body within the walls of his mind. There were many things he would forget after just twenty-four hours, but this he didn't want to forget.

"Do you usually get straight to the point~?" If that was the case, it would explain why Illumi's sexual partners were few and far between. Illumi's expression however, remains unchanged, though his gaze shifts away from Hisoka. He seems to be thinking about what Hisoka had said.

'Oh, an honest answer?'

Illumi amused Hisoka to no end…

"I don't think I've done it enough that it's 'usual'… But I consider sex to be another task… like taking a shower. Why would I needlessly draw it out?"

Laughing quietly to himself, Hisoka doesn't provide a response to Illumi's question. Instead, he redirects his gaze to the assassin's cock, running his palm over the engorged length. Pre-cum has already beaded atop the slit, speaking volumes of the arousal Illumi refuses to express. At least his body is honest, the magician can be happy for that much. After all, It won't be much fun if his advances aren't met receptively, overall he would be left unsatisfied.

Wrapping his hand around the Zoldyck's cock Hisoka gives slow but steady strokes. He wants to taste Illumi again, he wants to feel his body shake beneath his tongue. But he also wants to watch the expression on his face, and this position gives him a far better view than the one he had prior.

"Go faster…" Illumi mumbles. His eyes are half-lidded now, drawn into the feeling of Hisoka's hand as he begins to stroke him more quickly. The otherwise quiet room now contains the gentle sound of Illumi's disrupted breathing, and the occasional rustling of the duvet. Thin fingers pull at the white covers, seemingly trying to maintain composure despite the stimulation. Just the sight has Hisoka's dick throbbing, and it is quickly becoming difficult to resist touching himself; Illumi would look even better covered in his cum. As his thoughts wander to Illumi's skin stained with cum, the jester allows one impatient hand to wrap around his own cock.

Beneath his fingers, his own erection feels thick. It's a size he has long-since grown accustomed to, but he can't wait to feel Illumi's tight hole being forced around it. Hitting all the right angles, he'll make the quiet assassin roar with pleasure, he'll make his body writhe and his muscles contract. Before they check out of the hotel, Hisoka wants to ensure that they receive several noise complaints.

From Illumi's perspective, he is now sure Hisoka will be unable to fulfill his desires in full. He doesn't know or trust the man well enough to fully disclose his interests, though prior to this, he had quietly hoped the magician bore the same desires. He doesn't want to call his interests 'specific', more like… special … His interests had been born from the sort of life he lived, normal things had never aroused him quite as much. The Zoldyck knows he can cum from Hisoka's skillful touch, but he wants something more.

Hisoka reluctantly withdraws his hand from himself as he too quickly approaches orgasm. He doesn't want to cum yet, even if he does want to stain this body. He will first finish inside of Illumi, after that… with all the hours they have available to them… he will paint his desires on him.

The jester slowly rubs his thumb over the messy tip, spreading thick liquid over the swollen skin before picking up his strokes once more. Illumi's body twitches, what could have been a quiet moan escaping from the slightly parted lips. It really is too much and almost unfair how alluring Illumi can be.

"Nn… I'm… coming…" The words sound strained from Illumi, his eyes now closed as he turns his head. Lips upturning into a smile, Hisoka increases the speed of his strokes, focusing on the head as he feels the stiff organ twitching and throbbing in his hand. He can feel the orgasm rushing through Illumi's body, he can see the tensing of his thighs and the flexing of his stomach. Even on the Zoldyck's face, he watches carefully as Illumi's eyebrows knit, his mouth opening but only a shuddered breath escaping as he cums onto himself and Hisoka's hand. Everything about it is so attractive and the magician can't wait to see the sort of response he'll get out of Illumi once he's able to take full control for the night.

Afterwards, the room is silent. Illumi's lips press together, his eyes opening as he looks up at Hisoka through his now messy black hair. The usually expressionless gaze now appears hungry, those void-like eyes burning with a new flame. Illumi has found something he wants, something that hadn't quite been available to him before.

Illumi, now more excited than when they had first begun, sits up despite the mess on his stomach and chest. The magician withdraws his hand, the desire in his gaze even more noticeable as he carefully watches the slight movements of the assassin. Like a predator challenging another predator, the two stare hungrily at each other as they slowly repositioned themselves onto their knees.

This time, Hisoka reaches forward, his hand winding into Illumi's hair then back behind his head. The touch is heavy, but not painful, though it forces Illumi towards him as he crushes their lips together once more. The kiss is hotter now, more desperate as their tongues intertwine and taste. There is no more hesitation from them, no more hiding of pleasure. They will own each other tonight, they will devour.

This time, it's the assassin's hand that wraps around Hisoka's dick, stroking him quickly and roughly as they kiss. Unlike Illumi, Hisoka doesn't try to hide his moans, delivering his loud, unfiltered sounds straight into Illumi's mouth. It has been so long since either of them have been so excited by a sexual partner, but they'd never noticed before just how arousing the other could be.

Hisoka's lips part from Illumi's, traveling over his cheek and down his jawline. Once he reaches the Zoldyck's neck, he begins biting at the thin skin, tugging on it gently before allowing his mouth to continue its descent to Illumi's shoulder. Both of them are sticky with sweat now, the room now even hotter than before—but it doesn't matter. All the time spent during the Hunter Exam, the spent time in Yorknew, they could've destroyed entire fields, forests, or hotel rooms had they given into their carnal desires then. It now felt as though so much time had been wasted.

"Use your mouth." Hisoka breathes against Illumi's shoulder, removing his hand from behind his head. The assassin's jaw, neck, and shoulder, are red and splotchy from the roughness of his teeth and lips. Anybody who gazed upon the creamy skin would now know that he had been claimed. Hisoka had never liked sharing his toys.

The hand that had been stroking his engorged dick- slowly stops moving. Instead, Illumi presses his hands to Hisoka's chest, forcing him to sit on his ankles as Illumi drops down in-front of him. This is probably a rare sight, Hisoka realizes. How often was it that Illumi would wrap his mouth around another man's cock? How well could he use his tongue? Or could this be his first time?

Regardless, it is exciting to watch Illumi lowering himself before him. One hand comes around, collecting his long black hair before brushing it all over to one shoulder. Moments later, Hisoka watches through lust filled eyes as the Zoldyck's swollen lips press against the tip of his cock. Gripping him at the base of his shaft with one hand, Illumi's pink tongue slips out to lick gently at the head. Just the sight is overwhelming, vulnerable, and shamelessly innocent.

Moving his head, Illumi's tongue licks around the dome before dragging down the underside of his shaft, two fingers still holding Hisoka's cock steady as he explores the thick erection.

"A natural~… Or maybe you've done this before?" Hisoka's words are dripping with his arousal, his voice lower and more uneven with quiet moans intermingling. Though, his mostly rhetorical question is met with lengthy eye-contact from the assassin. It may be a threat, given the rather dangerous position of Hisoka's cock so close to his teeth, but the jester merely smiles, drunk on pleasure.

Looking away again, Illumi licks his way back up to the tip, opening his mouth wider before finally accepting the swollen cock into his hot mouth. Another moan erupts from Hisoka, louder this time as he watches the assassin's head bobbing on his cock. The way it vanishes into his mouth, the feeling of his tongue and cheek against it, Illumi is no-doubt an expert at this.

"This is art." He mumbles between moans. His arousal has peaked, nobody would ever be able to suck his cock as perfectly as this. Somehow, the Zoldyck has found each and every single one of his favorite spots, just what were assassins trained in anyway?

Illumi's hand shifts, all of his fingers now wrapping around the jester's dick before he begins stroking him in time with his mouth. Pleasure soars through Hisoka's body, goosebumps crawling up his skin as he tirelessly resists the urge to cum. He wants to savor this just a little longer, though his reluctance to finish does make Illumi all the more desperate.

Hisoka now has a new use for the Zoldyck. Rather than just being a capable assistant when Hisoka needs help, he can also rely on Illumi's body to bring him sheer ecstasy. Although, the magician realizes this may never happen again, he wants to think that he can convince Illumi of anything as long as he made a good argument.

"Ahn…"

Hisoka doesn't give Illumi the honor of a warning. With how expertly he navigates his cock, he knows that the Zoldyck can surely recognize when an orgasm is impending. Rather than removing his mouth from Hisoka's erection, Illumi takes it deeper, unmoving even as Hisoka begins to instinctively thrust his hips gently into the warm, wet throat. The jester's moans are loud, though far louder than previously as he fills Illumi's throat with his cum, the excess overflowing out the side of his mouth and down his jaw. Hisoka can feel the assassin trying to swallow around him, his throat contracting as the cum builds up. It had been a few weeks at least since Hisoka had last gotten off, unusual for him, and unfortunate for Illumi, who was now struggling to swallow the thick liquid.

As he rides out the last few jolts of his finish, Hisoka stops trying to thrust into Illumi's mouth. Instead, he let's the Zoldyck pull his head back, his tongue giving one final dip into the slit before he raises his gaze to the magician's. There is still so much Hisoka wants to do with Illumi, so much he wants to do to Illumi. Just thinking about it has him biting his lip, his expression changing to one of mischievous intent as he crawls toward the assassin.

"I'm going to fuck you really hard." He tells him in a low, concupiscent voice, one hand on Illumi's shoulder as he begins to guide him back against the duvet once more. The jester had wanted to take it slower, he'd wanted to carefully and methodically tease Illumi's body until he was begging for release. But he can't wait any longer, he's sorely underestimated just how arousing Illumi could be.

"No more waiting~." Hisoka punctuates his sentence by grinding his cock against Illumi's. The lube had been sat on the night table for when they needed it, and although Hisoka had initially wanted to tease and toy with Illumi more, he couldn't wait for this. All of his other plans would come second, they had all night.

Illumi allows himself to be guided back, giving no complaint as Hisoka's hand urges his legs apart once more. The view of the ceiling is becoming more regular with Hisoka as a partner, usually, it was always Illumi who was on-top of his partners. Though the Zoldyck assumes it was the same way for Hisoka, would it have been strange if he had requested to be on-top? At the time, it hadn't crossed his mind— though he wouldn't have minded taking control of his own pleasure. This impromptu tryst is only satisfactory as a means of distraction. They are both taking a break from their goals, from life, from themselves. This activity, this meeting— it is nothing more than a makeshift box filling a gap in their lives, even if only temporarily.

The jester situates himself between those dangerous, yet smooth thighs, retrieving the lube bottle from the night table before pouring the thick liquid directly onto his fingers. The action is messy, the clear, viscous liquid dribbling between his digits and onto the slowly-being-ruined duvet. Illumi's eyes however, don't seem to follow the mess being made between his legs, nor does his face provide any expression in response. Rather, the assassin's eyes remain trained on Hisoka's, the same desire reflected.

One lubed finger presses against Illumi's entrance, the lube bottle now dropping to rest nearby. The magician enjoys teasing Illumi, far too much for Illumi's liking at least. Given just how much power Hisoka has over the situation he can't help wondering if Illumi enjoys being controlled. What if the Zoldyck had dreamed of being dominated? What if he wants to secure a small part of his day where he has no control over what happens to him? It's an exciting thought, one that has Hisoka's cock hardening again as he vividly imagines Illumi at his mercy. Sexual torture… did they train assassins to withstand that? Or would Hisoka have an advantage prodding Illumi's weak spot…?

Pushing his finger inside, the jester lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of the warmth and tightness now wrapped around his digit. It would feel much better wrapped around his dick, possibly even better than Illumi's mouth. The anticipation of what is still to come nearly has Hisoka rushing through the prepping process. However, he forces himself to slow down, refusing to forget how important it is that he take his time for now. Especially if he intends to raise the suggestion of sexual torture and domination later.

Illumi's eyes close again, his palms rubbing hard against his hips as Hisoka's adds a second finger, beginning to thrust and spread them. The Zoldyck's legs spread open further, breathy moans now forcing their way out of the assassin. In this moment, Hisoka is relentless, excited beyond words. He's finally heard something truly audible from Illumi, proof that the man is receptive to the feeling of his touch. Not that he had truly thought otherwise.

The magician reaches his free hand down to Illumi's dick, gripping it tightly as he begins to stroke him in time with the thrusts of his fingers. This time, a louder moan escapes Illumi, his teeth clenching briefly before his lips part. That expression is unmistakable, the first window of weakness on Illumi's body. The Zoldyck's eyebrows are pulled together, his eyes hazy with arousal and his lips parted open with quiet moans. It's delicious, overwhelming, incomprehensible, too much … Hisoka needs every second of this committed to memory. One he can replay time and time again, carry around forever and indulge in at will. He never wants to be too far away from this.

The jester adds a third finger. Although it's sudden, he isn't sure he can wait any longer. Even now, his fingers carefully danced around Illumi's prostate, unwilling to make the man cum even one more time without his cock buried deep inside of him. He only wanted to bring Illumi to the brink, though, the more he watched the more it began to feel like edging.

"What are you… waiting for…?" Illumi's normally steady words are interrupted by a shudder, his thoughts clearly disrupted as his expression turns to a glare. He's frustrated, Hisoka realizes with titillation, he wants to be fucked, he wants his cock, but the jester wants to hear him say it.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me what you want…" Hisoka's voice is quiet, but twisted by the devious smile tugging at his lips. He doesn't want to express the control he knows he has over Illumi, if he does, it is likely this rendezvous will end immediately. Instead, the magician resists every urge to begin rubbing on Illumi's prostate in an attempt to dishevel him, his fingers only spreading as a means of stretching Illumi as he eagerly awaits a response.

Flexing all three fingers, golden eyes remain focused on the tight hole squeezing the life from his digits, his gaze only raising once more as Illumi begins to speak.

"You know what I want, Hisoka."

But that isn't what he wants to hear, though it has given him the opportunity to recapture that shakiness in Illumi's voice. He wants that sound as his ringtone.

"I want to hear you say it, Illu~… "

Black eyes held tightly to golden ones, challenging to see which one of them will give in first. After a few seconds of holding Illumi's taunting gaze, the jester drops his own gaze to where his hands are currently pre-occupied. Beginning to thrust his fingers again, his other hand returns to stroking Illumi, that devious smile from before, finally reaching his lips in full as the Zoldyck tenses and moans beneath his touch. Hisoka thought he could do this all day, but he doesn't want to. He wants to fuck Illumi now, he is even more ready than before.

"Fine." Illumi's words are sharp, irritation bubbling within his aura.

"Fuck me, Hisoka."

Illumi watches the dilated, golden eyes as they search his face. It's a brief pause where the magician finally appears wordless. Or maybe he has too many words. After mere seconds of quiet eye-contact, Hisoka's lips curl.
"My pleasure~. "

Three fingers slide out from the now well-stretched ass. Gripping the base of his cock in one hand, Hisoka holds tight to Illumi's hip with his other hand. It's clear the Zoldyck had been anxiously awaiting this moment, but so had Hisoka. Between the two of them, so much build-up had gone into this one moment that it almost felt as though worlds were preparing to collide.

Pushing into Illumi, Hisoka's body comes to lean further and further over the Zoldyck. Releasing a low moan, his eyes can't help but carefully watch as his swollen cock is hungrily swallowed up by the tight hole. It feels even better than he had expected, but this is nothing compared to how it will feel once he's fully sheathed himself. Beneath him, Illumi has wrapped his hands around his thighs, pulling his knees back against his chest as he relishes in the feeling of Hisoka entering him. At least for Illumi, everything about him right now is juxtapose his usual presentation, his mother would be very upset if she ever found out.

But did any of that matter?

The Zoldyck heir wants to kiss him, he wants to mix their tongues once more and bite at his neck. Illumi hasn't had the opportunity to mark Hisoka in quite the same way, not that it had been a thought on his mind, but the Zoldyck finds himself thinking that he wouldn't mind being on-top next time. Knowing Hisoka, Illumi doesn't expect the jester will much care either. This is acceptable for those reasons, his position isn't locked in, and he is equal to Hisoka.

Once his cock is fully inside, Hisoka takes a brief pause to kiss Illumi, their tongues intertwining and exploring the other's mouth. Now that they have both finally reached the anticipated moment, kissing feels like nothing more than a means to waste time. This isn't what they are after, both of them are desperate to fuck, they will probably end up doing it all night.

Illumi's hand winds behind the jester's head, holding him steady as he forces Hisoka's tongue back enough to take control of the kiss. It's static between them, hunger, arousal, anticipation, desire. There is nothing emotional here, but the actions do not feel cold— rather, the kindling of their meeting has slowly grown into a flame, only to finally explode in the heat of this very moment. It's the hottest they have ever been.

The Zoldyck's hand slides away from Hisoka's head, giving the magician the opportunity to pull away. Looking down, Hisoka moves his hands to the back of Illumi's thighs, a smile crossing his face at the lewd way Illumi has exposed himself to him. The position gives Hisoka better access, his hips drawing back before he shoves himself into Illumi. The jester moans at the feeling, picking up the pace and angling then re-angling his thrusts until he locates Illumi's prostate, targeting it with each thrust.

The bed creaks beneath their weight, the mattress brushing against the cream-colored walls. The sounds of their moaning and skin smacking against skin—begins to fill the room. Sometime earlier, one of them had suggested turning off the lights, but now they are both glad that the lights have remained on.

Illumi holds his knees tightly against his chest, moaning loudly, lewdly, and without restraint. He has nothing to hide, he will kill Hisoka if he needs to, though the man is of more use to him alive, he's more useful right now .

Hisoka thrusts deeply, swiftly, his own soughs echoing in the hotel room— meshing with Illumi's as his cock is tightly gripped by his ass. Tightening his hold on the back of Illumi's thighs, the magician plunges himself deeper, taking a moment to sink into the feeling before wrapping one hand around Illumi's cock again. Hisoka wants to cum now, but he refuses until Illumi has, he needs that little one-up over the stoic man. Even though his cock throbs at the thought of feeling the assassin's ass contracting around him, he bites the inside of his cheek to refrain as he touches Illumi instead.

Illumi's already aroused face forms a new expression of torture as Hisoka begins to stroke him alongside his thrusts. The man is clearly at his end, Hisoka's hand is only providing the final push he needs.

Illumi's raw voice tears through the room as he moans again. The magician is positive he's never heard a better sound from the assassin. Cum had been layered so many times on Illumi's chest that the man will need a shower before the two can get to round two, or perhaps round two will take place in the shower. Hisoka wasn't strict on sticking to his plan, he'll make this treat, this restricted view of Illumi- last all night.

The sensation of Illumi's ass tightening around his cock has it's own moans escaping from Hisoka. His eyes remain on Illumi observing him carefully. This has become a private show for him, something meant only for his eyes. Between the moans he's never heard from Illumi, and the expressions he's never seen before, the jester feels himself fall off the edge. It's like a wave of electricity, of warmth, of static. Filling his body, sliding through it, then buckling at his cock. Hisoka doesn't ask Illumi if he can cum inside of him, instead, he gives a few final thrusts before burying himself as deeply as he can, cumming inside the used body while loudly groaning. His grip forces the Zoldyck to forfeit the option of escaping, he'll be filled with Hisoka's cum no matter what, it is only too bad Hisoka can't also taint Illumi's aura with his own.

Once the initial wave finally ends, Hisoka makes no immediate move to slide out from inside Illumi. He wants to fill Illumi's mouth still, though he also wants to continue filling his ass. Illumi will look irresistible with cum leaking out of him, like a doll someone had outgrown and allowed to fester in the garden.

"Let's continue this in the shower." Illumi suggests, releasing his knees and instead, propping himself up onto his elbows.

It is almost as though he is aware of Hisoka's thoughts, aware that the jester is toying with fantasies that don't quite suit the Zoldyck's tastes. Hisoka is dangerous, Illumi knows he is playing with fire and that his parents will be greatly disappointed in him, but he wants to touch the flame, he wants to see the worst Hisoka can do. He wants to experience something that can finally surprise him.