Confluence
By SMYGO4EVA
Everything was spinning, spinning, and the liquor only enhanced the pleasure.
Hisoka was all loose and warm, very eager, like an animal in heat. Illumi found himself wanting as well, almost like he was under some spell.
This was an entirely new sensation to him, and he was curious.
As the night went on, Hisoka buried his face in Illumi's neck, moaning as they moved against each other.
Illumi bit back his own noises, but Hisoka could still hear him, pleasure rippling through him.
"Don't deny that you're enjoying this, Illumi," The magician crooned, his voice oily and taunting, "You really do need to let loose once in a while."
"Do you ever not speak?" The assassin answered, his voice strained, still moving himself, and reaching for the satisfaction they both craved.
"Spoilsport," Hisoka teased, and he proceeded to keep moving, his nails marking and biting flesh. He and Illumi both were eager for release, no more and no less.
