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Music echoed throughout the club, the bass rattling through Gon’s core. It was well past midnight and pungent fumes of alcohol lingered in the humid air.
Killua was in the middle of the dance floor, grinding into a man he had met merely hours before. Gon watched from the corner, eyeing his friend’s companion with something akin to jealousy.
Killua bent over and moved his hips rhythmically over the tall dark-haired male's crotch.
“This is going to be the end of me,” Gon muttered to himself. Without a second thought, he marched up to the couple and pulled Killua away, the pale boy weakly protesting.
“Gonnnnn, I was just having fun,” he slurred.
“I think it's time we get you home.” Gon sent a fierce glare to the mysterious male who eyed the two with annoyance, bitter that his private dance was so rudely interrupted.
Killua was more tipsy than usual. He must have drunk more than Gon noticed. With his immunity to poison, Gon wasn’t even sure how alcohol affected him. The boy must have downed multiple bottles of liquor when he wasn’t looking.
Gon pulled Killua out of the club and into the brisk, cool air of the night. Killua feebly resisted, petulantly attempting to return to the flashing colored lights of the building behind them. Streetlights shined brightly along the sidewalk, revealing a glimmer of sweat along Killua’s brow. The sight only served as a reminder that Killua was pressed tightly against a stranger mere minutes before.
“What were you thinking, Killua?” Gon snapped, turning to face his inebriated friend.
He was furious. Killua knew his behavior was reckless, yet he displayed no signs of regret or remorse. Had he not intervened, Gon was confident Killua would have taken the club’s patron to bed with him. “You can’t be drinking this much!”
As his temper spiked, Gon’s face twisted into a scowl. “Who even was that guy?”
“ ‘s nobody. Am I not allowed to have fun?” Killua’s eyes flickered with indignation.
“What about Alluka?” Gon demanded. He knew he struck a low blow when a flash of hurt traced across Killua’s impassive expression.
“She’s at the hotel, with Bisky.” At the mention of his sister, the steely edge in Killua’s voice had dulled slightly. “She’s safe.”
Gon led him down the block, the shining lights of Yorknew City casting shadows across their path. They walked in palpable silence, the booze fading from Killua’s system. Even the soft nighttime breeze failed to soothe the tense aura.
Gon had some nerve, judging him so harshly for an evening of low inhibition. Alluka was taken care of. He would never have been so reckless as to leave her unattended. He was well aware that Gon was bitter about his choice of entertainment at the club. The dirty looks from across the room had only encouraged him to be more and more provocative. Now, he was going to go to bed alone and sexually frustrated. Who did Gon think he was to tell him what he was and wasn't allowed to do?
It had been years since they parted at the World Tree. While they had their reasons, Killua hadn’t forgotten what brought Alluka and Nanika back to him in the first place. Gon had acted rashly, disregarding his own life for a selfish vendetta. Killua was the one left to pick up the pieces. His heart had shattered seeing his best friend, the boy he fell in love with, use every last drop of life aura even after Killua had begged him to stop. Killua couldn’t bear to go through that again - not now, not ever. He couldn’t spend one more minute pining over a boy who couldn’t - wouldn’t ever love him back.
Gon had consumed him, woven his way into every fiber of Killua’s being. After all this time, Gon had never made a move. He hadn’t even reached out. Killua assumed his affection was one-sided. Gon left, and that said enough.
When he saw Gon’s beaming smile across the train platform earlier that day it had been too much. Killua’s breath hitched. Gon had grown taller, his body leaner, and he now stood a couple inches above Killua. The feelings he had fought so hard to bury resurfaced. He barely had enough time to recuperate before Gon was running towards him and engulfing him in a bear hug.
God, how Killua had missed him. His smile, his voice, the light radiating from his entire being. Killua nearly had to blink back tears, an innate sense of longing welling in his chest. He wanted him so badly. He had wanted him for years. Had loved him for years.
Regardless, Gon had moved on. Killua heard through the grapevine that he had a girlfriend. He was feeling too much at once and had severely needed a distraction. The crowded club was the perfect opportunity. He became friends with a few bottles of tequila and found a man willing to make him feel wanted, willing to take the pain away, just for the night.
Then Gon had shown up and his plan fell apart. The taller boy sulked in the corner all night, acting like a broody possessive boyfriend. Killua just didn’t understand. Gon either wanted him or he didn’t. The gray area in between was not an answer Killua was willing to accept. If he truly wanted him he should do something about it, and if he didn’t then he should stay the hell out of Killua’s sex life.
The two wordlessly entered the hotel Leorio and Kurapika had picked out for their wedding guests. At the late hour the lobby was unattended, save for the night-shift concierge who nodded in greeting as they passed.
Killua's patience was wearing thin.
“What’s your problem anyway?”
His words bit through the silence as they finally reached the elevator.
Gon’s jealousy simmered, his mind drifting to the curve of Killua’s ass as he bent over and hands - that weren’t his - gripping the soft skin of Killua’s hips.
“My problem? Seriously?” Gon stepped back incredulously.
Killua gazed at him unflinchingly, violet specks dancing in his icy blue stare.
“We haven’t seen each other in YEARS. Then the night before the wedding, you’re drunk and giving lap dances to strangers!” Gon glared at Killua. He was livid. Killua had the sheer audacity to ignore him on their first night back together in years. Not only did he avoid him, but he had tried to lure a random man to bed.
How many people had he been with since they parted ways? Did he really hate him so much that he couldn’t spend one evening with him? Gon knew he messed up, he was reckless and had practically gotten himself killed. But he apologized. He thought they were past that.
“Like you’re one to talk,” Killua scoffed. “You don’t call. You don’t text. And apparently, you’re all friendly with Retz.” He spat out the name with distaste.
“So you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want and I’m not?” Gon raised the question indignantly.
“If you recall, nothing happened because you hauled me outside!” Killua knew he was yelling now, but he didn’t care. “All you ever think about is yourself. You never care about how I feel. What I want. You-”
Gon didn’t even think before Killua was pinned against the wall of the elevator. “Well what is it you want then?” His hot breath brushed against Killua’s ear.
Killua could move, wrench his wrists out of the taller boy’s grip and kick his ass, but instead, he stood frozen, the weight of Gon’s body resting against him.
The alcohol was long gone, yet Killua felt intoxicated. He smelled familiar traces of pine in Gon’s hair. The idiot hadn’t changed his shampoo since they first met. Whatever fruity cocktail Gon nursed at the club left a hint of raspberry on his breath.
Heat began to pool in his stomach, traveling lower and lower with each passing moment.
“Gon,” he whispered, the sound of the raven-haired boy’s name coming out almost as a whimper.
The heat of their bodies pressed together was suffocating. Having been apart for so long, Gon thought that he wouldn’t have the chance to feel Killua this close again. Then again, he hadn’t realized how he truly felt until after his short fling with Retz. No matter who he was with, sharp blue eyes and messy silver hair plagued his mind. Why didn't Killua see that?
“You think I like watching you with other men? You think Retz was more than just a pathetic excuse to get over you? God, Kullia, if you knew what you do to me. What I want to do to you,” Gon breathed huskily, his brown eyes were dark with lust.
Killua forgot how to breathe. He may have collapsed if Gon's body wasn't pressed against him, his eyes undressing him, his - fuck - his arousal nudging his thigh.
The next thing he knew, their lips collided. Gon kissed him hungrily, devouring every inch of his mouth. Killua slid his tongue against Gon’s bottom lip. A silent question. Gon’s mouth opened and their tongues clashed, fighting for dominance. He couldn't get enough.
Killua pulled back gasping for air, and Gon continued to kiss him, lips moving to his pale neck. Warm, calloused hands grasped his hips. Killua thought he was drowning.
*Ding*
The elevator doors opened, rudely snapping the boys out of their trance. Gon tugged his arm and dragged him down the hall to his room. Killua stumbled behind, eyes lidded over, watching the spiky-haired boy fumble with the key card.
"Baka," Killua drawled softly, grabbing the key card and swiping it on the first try.
The door hadn't even fully closed before their hands were on each other again. Gon was gripping Killua’s ass tightly, drawing the pale boy in closer. Their lips met with fervor, a fierce need laced in every kiss.
Killua snaked his slender fingers under Gon's shirt, feeling the boy's firm chest. He groaned.
"G-Gon, please."
Killua was begging for him. It was music to the taller boy’s ears.
Gon tugged off his shirt, nodding for Killua to do the same. He was gorgeous. Gon's eyes raked over the expanse of Killua’s milky white chest, wanting to drink in the image forever.
Killua was no better off. Gon's tanned skin contoured every muscle on his chest and arms, leaving nothing to the imagination. Killua’s mouth went dry when he saw the small trail of dark hair leading into Gon's waistband.
"Fuck," he breathed.
Gon was reaching for his own pants, swiftly undoing the button and zipper before shaking them off. Killua couldn’t move. He stood still as a statue as Gon pulled down his boxers and revealed his impressive length. Gon’s cock stood proud and tall, its sheer size sending shivers of excitement down Killua’s spine.
Gon just smirked at him, stepping forward to lean into his ear and whisper, “like what you see?”
Killua grabbed Gon’s shoulders to steady himself while the tan-skinned boy tugged off his remaining clothes.
“Killua is so pretty for me.” Gon’s gaze was fixed between Killua’s legs, where his cock twitched with anticipation.
“Please,” Killua whined.
“Please what?”
“Touch me!”
Gon scooped the boy up gingerly, pressing his mouth to Killua’s parted lips.
Killua knew Gon was strong, but he still was taken aback at how easily the taller boy lifted his frame. They pulled apart slowly, their shallow breaths filling the silence of the room. Killua watched the muscles in Gon’s arms ripple as the mattress dipped with the weight of their bodies.
Rough calloused fingertips dragged gently down his abdomen, grazing the edge of his length.
Gon’s mouth was everywhere, leaving lingering warmth across the expanse of his neck, chest, and thighs. If Gon spent one more moment taunting him with that sinful mouth, Killua was going to take matters into his own hands.
Killua’s hands were shaking, but he managed to bring the other boy back to his face and fervently pressed their lips together. As much as he loved the attention, if he didn’t distract Gon now, the taller boy may never stop teasing him.
Killua regained his composure long enough to take Gon by surprise, switching their positions in one fell swoop. Gon wanted to know what he wanted? Fine. He would show him.
Gon lay awestruck, two piercing blue eyes peering up between his legs. A faint smirk etched the corner of Killua’s pale pink lips.
“I’ve thought about this, ya know?” Killua practically purred. “The look on your face when I went down on you. How you would taste.” His blue eyes darkened when Gon’s breath caught in his chest.
The taller boy didn’t have a second to think before Killua’s mouth was on him, warm, wet, and oh-so good.
Killua took his length in full and moaned as Gon hit the back of his throat, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through the taller boy.
Gon’s dark eyelashes fluttered as he moaned out expletives. Killua relished every second, hollowing out his cheeks and swirling his tongue in unworldly patterns. This was what he had been craving for so many years.
Gon’s hands tangled into silver hair and began guiding Killua down, harder and faster. Killua readily accepted the challenge and groaned while Gon fucked his throat over and over.
“Killua, I’m gonna- don’t stop- please!” Gon was panting.
Just to be particularly rude, Killua pulled off right before Gon hit his peak.
“Killu-aaaaa!” Gon was whimpering, his bottom lip puffed out in a pout as his high trickled back down.
“I want you to fuck me” Killua’s voice was hoarse, but Gon sensed every ounce of desperation in the words.
Gon stared at the silver-haired boy, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Please,” Killua’s voice cracked.
Gon moved faster than Killua thought possible, his agile body twisting back on top of the pale boy. Any ounce of power Killua rendered mere moments ago was completely forgotten.
Killua’s breath hitched as Gon ground down, giving him the friction he so desperately craved.
“I thought about this too,” Gon murmured. “When I touched myself - I pictured you, Killua. I imagined being on top of you, being inside you.” The taller boy was panting, still grinding into the boy below him.
This was so much better than either boy could have dreamed.
“Gonnn.” Killua’s voice was breathless.
His fingers were tangled in spiky hair as Gon grasped their shafts together and began to tug. Killua may have been begging, screaming, but he didn’t care.
“Killua is so good for me,” Gon whispered, his own breath trembling.
“Take me” Killua insisted. “Please”
Gon let go of their cocks and Killua whined. “Let me get some lube,” Gon coaxed and he reached into his bag on the bedside table, digging until he found the bottle he was looking for.
Gon stared down at the boy beneath him. Killua’s face was flushed, his lips pink and parted, sinful sounds escaping in between ragged breaths. The boy’s hair was tousled, his pupils lustfully blown, eyes half-lidded, gazing at Gon with desperation. Gon had never seen anything so beautiful.
His own erection was throbbing and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it together. The sight of Killua’s cock curved against his slender frame, tinged pink and leaking, made desire course through his veins.
Gon squirted lube onto his fingers and nudged Killua’s porcelain thighs apart.
“Are you sure?”
“Yessss”
That was all Gon needed before he slid his fingers deep inside, curling on just the right spot to have the silver-haired boy squirming beneath him. Killua was moaning, clutching the bed sheets until his knuckles were pure white, shaking with pleasure.
Gon could have kept going forever if his own dick wasn’t aching to be touched. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out as Killua whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you until you see stars” Gon moved toward Killua’s entrance, breath shaking with need. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“I'm all yours” The reply came out barely a whisper.
Gon’s eyes were almost black as he pushed himself inside, Killua stretching to accommodate his large size. The boy beneath him was moaning so loudly they were sure to have noise complaints.
“So tight and warm. Just for me, Killua. Just for me.”
Killua’s cock was twitching as Gon began to move, fucking him in earnest. Killua’s hands clawed at the taller boy’s back as his hips lifted to meet each thrust.
“Killua, Killua, Killua,” Gon was chanting the boy's name as he drew closer and closer to his climax.
Killua was a mess. Every time Gon moved, his cock brushed that sensitive spot deep inside. He watched as Gon glided in and out, the erotic scene building his orgasm. He was so close, so deliciously close he felt like he would explode.
“G-Gon, I-I’m gonna come”
He came harder than he ever had, spurting white ribbons onto his chest.
Gon felt Killua squeeze around him and followed moments after, spilling into the boy beneath him, groaning as he rode out his high.
Gon pulled out and slumped onto the bed, his head spinning.
Killua lay next to him, reaching until his slender fingers intertwined with Gon’s.
Killua wondered if he was dreaming, even though the events of the night were fresh in his mind. His heart flipped in his chest as he turned to look at the tan boy next to him. Gon’s brown eyes were shining with a soft warmth and the ghost of a smile graced his lips. His expression was filled with such tenderness that Killua took a leap of faith before he could stop himself
“I love you,” the silver-haired boy whispered, stars dancing in his blue eyes. “I'm all yours… if you’ll have me.”
Gon’s warm gaze didn’t waver, but a smug look crossed his face. “If you let me fuck you like that, I’ll have you every night,”
“B-baka!” Killua sputtered, his cheeks blooming with color. He tried to yank his hand away, but Gon held on tight.
“I love you too, Killua.”