Killua splutters as Gon's words ring in his ears, Don't worry Killua, I'll make you scream.
Who just says things like that? Apparently Gon does. And apparently Killua's the type to like someone who says things like that. Gon—his voice, his words, all of it and everything turns Killua into a speechless mess and if Gon's smirk is any indication, he seems to be enjoying his reaction.
Killua can't believe this is the very same man who asked how babies were made when they were twelve. That his innocent, wide-eyed best friend is now pressing up against him with a confidence that heats up his insides. Just when Killua thinks it can't get any worse, Gon says something that nearly kills him. "I bet you're going to look so pretty coming on my cock, Killua."
Killua's entire body burns, and despite the words turning him on more than he'd like, it's enough to finally shock him out of his stupor. "What the fuck, Gon?" he screeches.
Gon giggles, and instead of properly answering him, says, "You're seriously too adorable. I still can't really believe you actually like me too… You're beautiful."
The praise makes Killua flush, but he still has some self-preservation. So he goes to protest again when—
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Gon's knee rubs against him suddenly, hard and firm. A slow but intense pressure that has Killua's core to his fingertips tingling. "Ah, Gon," he cries out unwittingly, forgetting about any attempts to resist.
Gon doesn't say a word. Instead, he simply continues with that devastating press of his knee as he studies Killua's face with such intensity, it's paralysing.
Killua squeezes his eyes shut to hide, but he can still feel Gon's stare. He can still feel it when he throws his head back as much as the floor beneath him will allow, he feels it when he bites back a moan, and when a moan escapes him anyway. Gon watches it all, his stare burning through to Killua's very soul. And his steady gaze paired with the delicious pressure on his dick has Killua shivering against him, hopeless to whatever Gon wants from him.
Then the pressure is gone, and Killua swears his dick cries. The dampness in his ruined pants can contest to that.
"Why'd you stop?" Killua demands, and wow, he has never heard himself sound so wrecked before.
He can practically hear the smile in Gon's voice. "As much as I want to fuck you on the floor, Killua. I'd prefer out first time to be a little more special than that."
Killua's face scrunches but his heart does a strange leap. Gon is the sappiest person he's ever met, even now, and Killua sort of (more than) likes that. Then Gon presses a soft kiss to his mouth, and sighs against him, and the fire in Killua's gut simmers. Gon's so close and warm, and the kiss is so sweet and slow, Killua could do just this forever.
When Gon breaks away, Killua feels cold. "Come on, let's go to your room," Gon says, sounding as wrecked as Killua is, but he only vaguely registers that before enthusiastically nodding.
Gon's hand is warm against his as he helps Killua up from the floor. It's weird to think that only an hour ago, Killua was worried about ruining their entire friendship.
Killua follows Gon through the door and the moment it clicks shut, Gon grabs him.
A little 'oof' escapes him as his back hits the door, but his sharp inhale of surprise becomes smothered by Gon's mouth covering his.
There's no softness now, only blazing fire, and Killua can barely breath—not that he would want to anyway. All he wants is this current moment; the press of Gon's body against his, Gon's tongue sliding insistently against his.
Gon's hands slide up his arms to cradle his head softly, leaving a trail of goosebumps against his skin, and forces Killua's chin upwards to deepen the kiss. It's impossibly better this way. Deep and searing hot, Gon fucks his throat with his tongue. And when he grinds his hips, Killua feels as though he could come on the spot.
Killua jolts his mouth away to warn him, but finds himself speechless at the sight he encounters. It's obscene—enough to make his hips jerk involuntarily, sending another wave of pleasure through him. Gon's stare is dark, hot and heady, but it's where he bites his lip where… oh fuck, where a strand of spit connects their mouths that Killua yearns to be fucked on the spot. Gon's lips are pink and glossy, and it should be gross, and it definitely shouldn't turn Killua on, but fuck him if it isn't the hottest thing he's ever seen.
Instead of words, the only thing that spills from his mouth is a strained, "uhh." Gon smirks, obviously enjoying Killua's astonishment, then closes the distance between them, biting at Killua's mouth with small nips. When Gon leaves a particularly hard bite to Killua's bottom lip, he lets out an embarrassing noise.
"Did you want to say something, Killua?" Gon asks, tone teasing, mocking, and it causes a surge of defiance to flare through Killua. Just because he wants Gon to fuck him, doesn't mean that Gon should have complete control over him. Gon is still Gon. And Killua is still Killua. They're on equal ground.
"Just didn't want to come when I haven't even seen you naked yet," he says, not letting his voice waver.
There's a quirk of lips. "Oh? Well, we can change that."
In a sudden flurry of movement, Killua finds himself pinned face up on the bed, Gon sitting on his lap. That's bad enough—Gon's full weight resting on his crotch—but then Gon shucks off his shirt, leaving Killua to ogle hopelessly.
Gon is fucking magnificent; his broad shoulders, the dip of his waist, his defined abs. It's the body that Killua has both intentionally and unintentionally been lusting for and he could happily spend hours exploring every crevice of it, but that's for later. Right now, he wants to be fucked. So he grapples desperately for his own shirt, and as soon as he has it off Gon pounces on him.
It starts at Killua's neck—little bites and kisses that slowly trail down his body, lighting up his skin in their wake. Gon is thorough as he does exactly what Killua wanted to do to him. He finds a spot on Killua's collarbone that makes him shiver, he laps and sucks at Killua's nipples like he's starved, and he bites at Killua's hip bones relentlessly, and Killua feels like molten lava.
Killua has never considered himself loud in bed but Gon is really forcing him to test that theory. Moans escape him without permission with each kiss and bite and it's all worsened by the fact that Gon has completely stopped touching his cock. In short, Killua has never been so hard in his life.
Killua's moans turn to frustration when Gon stops moving any lower. Gon seems to be particularly fixated on his abdomen and hips. Instead of pulling down his shorts, Gon simply plays with his waistband and brushes his lips against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. It's so close yet so far and Killua is on the verge of begging. As Gon continues to take his sweet time, Killua clings to the bedsheets to restrain himself from grabbing Gon by the head and forcefully pushing that teasing mouth of his down to where he's straining in his shorts.
After what feels like centuries have passed, Gon continues to fucking tease, he doesn't dip lower, he doesn't touch him and when Killua whines, desperate and dissatisfied, Gon smirks against his skin. Killua snaps. "What the fuck are you doing, Gon?"
Gon looks up at him, eyes wide and innocent, as though he's not purposefully fucking with him and enjoying his frustrated state. "Am I doing something wrong?"
"It's what you're not doing that's the problem!"
"Oh? You want me to do this?" At that, still with those fucking deceptively innocent brown eyes of his, he simultaneously pulls Killua's shorts and underwear down to his knees, grabs his thighs, and swallows Killua whole.
Stars flash behind Killua's eyes as he bucks instinctively into Gon's mouth. Fuck, he didn't mean to do that, he really didn't mean to do that, but Gon's mouth is so hot and wet, and Killua can't stop himself.
Killua murmurs out a garbled, "Sorry—I'm so sorry," but he doesn't stop rocking his hips, and Gon doesn't stop either. No, Gon is moaning. As Killua fucks his mouth, Gon lets out moans that have Killua's cock quivering in pleasure from their vibrations. And shit, Gon has to have done this before, because he does something with his tongue that blacks out Killua's vision for a second.
Killua clings to his hair, fingers winding perhaps a bit too tight, but now that Gon is his, now that Gon's mouth is on him, there's no extinguishing the fire burning through him. Overwhelming and unending pleasure pulses through him, and he clings to any semblance of reality. Gon is messing with his head. That hot mouth of his is messing with his head. But Gon doesn't stop, even when Killua thrusts into his mouth again and again and again.
Killua starts shaking as the pleasure reaches it's peak. He tries to warn Gon, he tries to tell Gon to stop, but then Gon swallows him, and Killua can feel his fucking throat, and his vision whites out completely. Killua faintly registers a loud drawn out noise in the room, and by the time he realises it's the sound of his own moans, his entire body is tingling and Gon has pulled off of him, kissing the head of his cock with little brushes off his lips that destroy Killua's hold on reality.
The image of his best friend—the love of his life, the boy who radiates light— with lips wet with precum and saliva is so dirty it's enough to make Killua's cock twitch despite having just come. Gon smiles, pressing another kiss to Killua's tip, and god, Killua wants to kiss him badly.
Killua pulls Gon towards him for just that. He doesn't care that he can taste himself, not when he can taste Gon too. He kisses him deep and slow, provoking little moans from Gon that make Killua's stomach flutter.
"I'm sorry," Killua gasps through the kiss. "I'm sorry, I was so rough—"
Gon shuts him up with a peck to the lips. It lasts for only a few seconds before he buries his face into Killua's neck. "There's no need to be sorry… I'm so happy, Killua," he whispers.
Killua's heart stutters in his throat, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face if he tried. "Me too."
Gon's smile when he looks at him is radiant, the embodiment of sunshine, and Killua doesn't think he's ever said words so true before.
Then Gon's smile turns mischievous and his eyes darken, and Killua realises he still hasn't gotten off. Something deep in Killua's soul yearns to see Gon in the throes of pleasure, but he can't do a thing about it because Gon's kissing down his body again, and by the time Killua's processed what's happened, Gon is licking at his cock once more. Holy shit. Killua will never forget the sight of Gon's lips wrapped around him.
Killua's whole body is quivers, cock twitching and oversensitive from having just come. But Gon quickly pulls away to move to the bedside table, and Killua understands immediately.
Gon returns, lube in hand, his cock hard in the shorts he's still, unfortunately, wearing. When he slicks his fingers, his eyes become questioning.
The thud of Killua's heart is audible in his ears, but he's never wanted something more in his life. "Do it," he demands, blushing to his ears. "Fuck me with your fingers."
Gon nods, then smiles, and Killua feels himself relax. He didn't realise he was tense in the first place but then he remembers; He's about to lose his virginity.
His body shakes with anticipation as he gets on all fours. There's a rustle of movement behind him and then a cool finger is pressing against him, making Killua moan despite himself. He's obviously touched himself there before, but not like this. Never before has he felt so sensitive.
Gon is quick but thorough as he works him open, sending sparks flying through his entire body, and when Gon palms his semi-hard cock, Killua whimpers against his will. "Fuck, more please."
Gon's finger slips past his rim, the sensation not entirely comfortable, but with Gon's hand touching his cock, he quickly finds himself rocking back onto the finger.
Gon has barely penetrated him, yet the dual sensations coming from his cock and ass have quickly spiralled the moment into the best he's felt in his life. His mind becomes blurry with pleasure, barely even registering when a second finger enters him. He's already so ready—so easy and open, but Gon continues to scissor him wider and wider.
Killua tries to fuck himself more deeply on Gon's fingers, but Gon doesn't let him. Instead, Gon makes a tutting noise and Killua whines at the spare hand stilling him, wishing Gon would just get a move on.
Killua needs this. It already feels so good, but that one spot inside him is begging to be touched, and Gon won't let him. Gon is purposefully not touching the spot that will make Killua scream.
But Gon goes about that in his own way.
When Gon rubs his thumb over the head of his cock, Killua whines, his body shaking as it tries to decide whether to rock backward or forward. With trembling legs, he ends up doing both. "Oh my god," Killua whispers, throwing his head back as his vision spots.
Gon teases him again and again, adding a third finger but never goes quite deep enough. And when Gon begins thrusting his fingers in and out, just out of reach of his prostate, Killua's eyes sting with tears. He's at his breaking point.
"Fuck me, Gon. Please," he begs, his voice wrecked with desperation.
Killua hears a sharp intake of breath, and the fingers inside him falter. Gon's voice is deep when he responds, "Ask nicely."
The command causes Killua's cock to dribble onto the sheets, and he replies eagerly. "Please. Gon, please. I'm begging you to fuck me. I need—I need—"
Gon's fingers leave his ass, and Killua only feels empty for a second before getting distracted by the reassuring kisses Gon starts peppering along his back. "Beautiful," Gon whispers, after each kiss, and somehow, despite all that they've done, this is what makes Killua feel the most vulnerable. It's so achingly sweet, he feels like his heart could burst.
Killua is left shivering on the bed when Gon pulls away. He watches as Gon moves to the bedside draw again to put on a condom and then Gon's angling his cock at his hole. Somehow, Killua relaxes. He probably should feel a little more anticipation, a little twinge of fear, but he presses his hips back at that first touch, desperate to get Gon inside him.
There's nothing to fear anyway. Not with Gon.
Gon continues to leave kisses along his back as he presses forward, and Killua moans when the head of his cock finally nudges inside him, spreading him wide. It's a lot. Definitely a lot. But Killua has so much pent-up frustration from Gon's fingering that, without warning, he rocks back and impales himself on Gon's cock in one vicious stoke. "Fuck," Killua whimpers as Gon grinds past his prostate. He feels so full, but there's barely any pain, only mind-blowing pleasure.
Gon groans behind him, obviously enjoying the sudden tightness around him, and Killua waits, adjusting to the feeling of fullness.
A few seconds pass and then it's like a flip got switched. Grabbing Killua by the hips, Gon pulls back, and braces as he thrusts into Killua fully for the first time. He goes deeper and deeper with each push, dragging over Killua's prostate, picking up speed, grinding their bodies together like kindling building a fire.
Killua's arms are trembling and he collapses forward onto the bed, a string of moans escaping him as Gon finally fucks him in earnest. Like this, his cock is trapped between his body and the mattress, and Killua can't do anything but whimper and take it.
"You're so gorgeous," Gon rasps out, gravelly and dark, continuing to fuck Killua into the bed. "So fucking gorgeous. I wanted to fuck you the moment I set my eyes on you."
Killua is on fire, the praise amplifying every sensation.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you are," Gon continues, dragging his cock over Killua prostate again and again. "Every time I was on camera," Killua moans just thinking about it. "I thought of you."
Gon doesn't stop his devastating pace and Killua's eyes roll back in pleasure. He can't think, he can only feel.
"So. Fucking. Beautiful," Gon growls out.
And it's like Gon's praise is connected to Killua's dick, because every word uttered from his mouth has Killua's body singing and moaning loud enough to ensure a complaint from the neighbours. Gon has certainly made him scream.
Killua isn't sure when he closes his eyes. All he knows is that his vision goes from black to bursts of brilliant colour, sparks that ignite every time Gon stuffs himself in up to the hilt and murmurs a word of praise.
It all goes white when Gon brushes his prostate with a whispered, "beautiful." This orgasm is hard, way harder than the first. It singes Killua's nerves, tingles through his whole body, quivers right into his cock.
He doesn't even realise it has made him come at first. The shock is still reverberating through his body. Only when it passes does he understand what's happening.
Gon must realise it too. He grabs Killua's hips, yanks him close, and buries himself deeper than he's gone yet and cries, "I love you."
Killua's cock sputters, a few last drops splattering across the sheets as Gon empties inside him.
But Killua's mind won't stop racing.
Gon loves him.
Gon loves him.
Gon loves him.