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“Damn it.” Killua cursed. 

The ground under him was.. Strangely soft. He slowly pushed himself up and back onto his feet. The air around him was breezy with a peculiar scent, where had he smelled this before?

It was no oddity for the two to get caught up in whatever unique or unpractical nen abilities their villain of the week possessed. Conjured nen spaced were no exception to this. With them both being worldly renowned three star pro hunters, it was actually quite common. Everyone knew the two worked best together. Gon liked to rush into things without so much as a second thought, and Killua was his level headed best friend who kept him stable–and as much as he didn’t like to admit it, he maybe liked having someone to protect while he fought.

A downside to this dynamic was these degenerates constant attempts to split them up or pit them against each other. They’ve seen it all. From sadistic freaks who took pleasure in making them torture eachother to women who failed to acknowledge that their friendship was held to a way higher pedestal than pointless romance. Of course, it never worked. Neither of them had a doubt in their minds. Sure, they may of had a rough patch back over at the NGL and the Republic of East Gorteau–but that was years ago. They took some time away from each other, worked on themselves, and had no plans of ever splitting again. 

“Killua?” Gon groaned groggily, “Um, what’s this?” 

Killua turned around, taking a moment to look at his best friend on the ground–then finally taking notice of their new surroundings.

Just a minute ago, they were on the outskirts of Zaban city, chasing some guy on the orders of the Hunter association. Now, when he looked around, all he could see was miles and miles on end of… flowers? What kind of flowers were these? They covered the entire space, seemingly going on without end.

They kind of looked similar to poppies, sharing the same golden-orange hue, except the petals  had sharper ends. With every blow of wind, a bit of pollen was thrown out of the center. 

Again.. This smell. Killua couldn’t place his finger on it. He shrugged it off for the time being, no use in obsessing over little details. It’d probably come to him eventually.

He averted his gaze back to Gon, who seemed just as perplexed as he was. Killua reached his arm out, and helped pull Gon up. 

“Do you feel any different? Something about this is giving me a pretty bad feeling.” Killua asked, examining Gon for any subtle changes. 

Gon just shrugged, “nothing out of the ordinary, what about you?” 

“Yeah, same.”

So, nothing was wrong with either of them. That was a relief, at least. Still, it didn’t give him a single clue on how they could get out of here. 

They quickly jumped into a back-to-back defensive position as a loud (and quite frankly, annoying) cackle echoed through the space. It startled them at first, but Killua just rolled his eyes now. 

“Three star hunters, very impressive! But yet, you couldn’t even avoid meeting my set conditions for activating my ability.”

He reached his arm back, lightly pinching Gon on the waist with a laugh, “is this guy for real?” 

“Shh,” Gon barely suppressed a giggle, “I wanna hear what he says.” 

“I assume you want to know how to escape, yes? It won’t be easy. For you see, this is my own conjured space. I make the rules here. But don’t be nervous, it’s quite easy, really. I’m confident that it’ll come… naturally, for you both.”

The pair relaxed, turning around to face each other with looks that could hardly be described as nervous. Annoyed was a better word for it. But as boring as it was, Killua couldn’t help but notice that the amount of pollen in the air had practically tripled. Jeez, good thing they weren’t allergic.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the endless field of flowers beneath you.” 

“Kinda hard not to.” Gon replied, though he was almost completely sure they couldn’t be heard from outside the space. Killua laughed at the comment regardless. 

“They produce a special kind of pollen. They carry a type of substance, I’m sure you’ve heard of it before. It’s known for increasing blood flow… and affecting certain brain chemicals.”

Wait. Killua knew this smell. 

“Have you two ever heard of an… Aprodisiac? Don’t answer that. It was rhetorical. I can’t hear you anyway.”

Gon had seemed to come to the same conclusion Killua did, because his eyes were wide as ever and some of the color had drained from his cheeks.

Jesus Christ. Couldn’t they just take turns torturing each other again? 

“So, I believe you two know where to go from here, eh? Unless you need me to give you the talk? If you know what I mean, haha!”

Killua grit his teeth, partially because of the given situation, and partially because fuck, this guy had one annoying laugh. 

I hope your friendship survives this test!”

With one last snicker, the voice faded away. Neither said anything for a minute. 

“So, um, Killua?” 

“Yeah?”

“He wants us to.. Y’know, do it, right? He wants us to fuck?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that.” Killua groaned, looking the other way in an attempt to hide his rising blush, “it’s fine, though, maybe we can find some other way, I dunno, but I’m guessing we have to ingest it somehow. Which–”

Wait. The pollen. That smell.

“Fuck! Gon–um, don’t– I think—don’t breathe!”

Gon looked at him like he was crazy, “What?”

“This pollen is the aphrodisiac here, yes? So if you inhale too much–you know. Just don’t breathe!” Killua cried.

“Killua.. You expect me to not breathe the whole time we’re in here?” 

He blinked, then threw his arms over his head with an exasperated cry. 

“Damn, why’d we have to get tangled up with some sick fuck who wants to see us get it on? Of all people!” 

Gon laughed nervously, a barely visible blush dusting his tan cheeks, “It could be worse.” 

“Literally name one scenario.” 

“It’s better than having to beat each other up.” 

“You think fucking is better than taking a couple hits? Jesus, Gon!”

He crossed his arms, almost looking offended, “Jee, sorry. Just trying to be optimistic here.” He also wanted to say ‘it probably feels better’.. but decided against it. For the better, most likely. 

“Yeah? Well maybe you should keep it to yourself and just let me think! Because I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly fond of sticking my dick in you right now—or ever!” Killua snapped back. 

“Wait–who decided that?!” 

Killua cringed, throwing his hands over his face and groaning loudly into his palms.

“Just let me think, Gon! Since you never do much of it!” 

Gon turned around, and sat with his arms crossed in a pout, “Fine!”

“Fine!” Killua mocked. 

As he thought, he considered the possibility that this could be considered a poison, and wouldn’t that mean Killua wouldn’t be affected? Still, that doesn’t help when Gon would be, and Killua wasn’t sure his anti-poison training aided at all when it came to nen based poison. It also didn’t help him think of another way to escape this perverted excuse for a conjured space. 

Killua peeked over at Gon, who still sat in the same spot. However, he was… breathing pretty fucking fast. He was squirming quite a bit, too. The pollen had definitely begun taking effect. It was just an unfortunate matter of time before Killua would feel it too. 

Well, this would just make everything ten times harder. No pun intended. This bastard better pray to the gods above that Killua never finds him again. 

“Killua?” Gon suddenly spoke, startling the other boy for a moment, “Can I.. um, can I be honest?” 

Oh god, please no. Maybe if I just ignore him..

But Gon didn’t wait for a reply, “I’m so horny right now. I feel like I’m gonna die.” 

“Jesus, Gon! Don’t just say stuff like that!” 

“What else am I supposed to do?!” 

“I don’t know! Go jerk off quietly by yourself or something!” 

Gon just brought his knees up to his chest and laid his face on them, “you’re so difficult.” 

Killua didn’t really know what to make of that. So he ignored it. Yes, miscommunication hasn’t exactly worked out for them before, but this was different, in a way. None of their missions had ever affected their libido before, so. 

The pollen had started messing with his head, and it was really handicapping his ability to think straight. Especially when the heat pooling in his belly became impossible to disregard and his dick began to pulse so intensely he thought it’d burst.

He couldn’t have sex with Gon. No way, nope, not happening. Being head over heels over a guy who seemed to have no grasp on personal space and who always knew just how to pull his strings the right way was a challenge in itself. But fucking him? Then going back to normal as if nothing had happened, just as two normal friends? He had not a shrivel of hope that he would survive that. 

“Ngh, oh god.” Gon whined, just loud enough for Killua to hear, and just loud enough for his dick to take interest. He also took special interest in the way Gon’s face flushed furiously as he shifted and squirmed while trying to calm his vehement erection.

He tensed. If only assassin training had taught him to control these god-forsaken boners. His life would be a million times easier. Then again, would that even help here? He internally damned whoever had taught this freak nen, apparently they’re just teaching it to anyone these days. Maybe he’d ask Wing about that one. 

Killua felt a gentle touch to his shoulder, and he almost jumped. When did Gon get up? How didn’t he notice? Shit, he was so horny right now. He was vulnerable to anything. 

“Killua..” Gon whispered, it sounded like a plea for something, “this isn’t getting us anywhere.”

Nope, no, absolutely fucking not. 

He didn’t turn to face him. “Gon. Get the idea out of your head right the fuck now.” 

Gon made his way around, looking up at his taller best friend with those big brown sexy bedroom eyes, “Do you have a better one?” 

“Yeah, stay in here until we both rot and die. How’s that sound?”

Gon gave an unamused look. He looked back down, eyes etching closer to Killua’s prominent boner, his thin basketball shorts not hiding much. 

Killua quickly noticed, pulling the hem of his tank top over his bulge with wide eyes, “Gon!” 

“Is the idea of having sex with me really that bad, Killua?”

Oh fuck. He had to bite back a moan upon hearing that. 

And: God no. Well, in retrospect, it was an amazing idea. Gon had starred in more of Killua’s sexual fantasies than he could even begin to count. But in reality? It was implausible. There was no way he could fuck his freakishly foxy best friend without descending into complete and utter madness after the fact. No way. 

“Killua?” Gon repeated after not receiving a response. 

“Um–hm?” 

“You’re thinking about it.”

“Fuck you, I am not. I’m thinking about what to do.” 

“We could bang, get out of here, then grab Mexican food on the way back to the hotel? That sounds pretty good to me.”

Killua flicked him on the forehead with great force, igniting a small whimper out of his friend–which did not help his case in any way shape or form. Anyway, food did sound great right about now, not that the sex part didn’t. 

“You’re so stubborn.” Gon said as he sat back down into the field of flowers. 

Killua joined him, “I was just about to tell you the same thing.” 

They sat in silence for a minute, not long before Gon’s breath got faster and louder. He was running his thumb up and down his forearm, staring directly at the ground below. This was the reddest Killua had ever seen Gon. Which was pretty astonishing, he’d never known such a fierce blush could appear so strikingly on that dark of a complexion. 

He himself was no better. Killua felt how flushed his face was, and he even started to struggle controlling his breathing–something that usually came naturally. His dick was screaming at him to just fuck something. 

Or more specifically, Gon. His dick was screaming at him to fuck Gon. Right now. On the ground, like wild animals. 

He shuddered.

Killua had no way of accurately telling the time in here, but he assumed roughly about an hour had gone by since they last heard the freaks' voice. And it seemed the effect of the pollen intensified with every passing minute. It was kind of worrying. He decided to turn the other way, even looking at Gon right now probably wasn’t the best idea. 

Gon looked over his shoulder, grinning shakily at the way Killua shifted uncomfortably. “Having a hard time?” His own strained voice proved he was, too—still—Killua didn’t even want to dignify that with an answer.

He heard a rustle, then Gon’s finger was poking him in the back, “Killuaaa. You can’t just sit around here sulking, I wanna get out.”  

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking.” 

Gon laid down next to him, scooting up so he could see Killua’s face. He looked like he was about to implode on himself.

“You’re so hard, I bet you can’t think about anything else.” 

The asshole was basically dirty talking him! The gall!

“Fuck you, Gon.” Killua grumbled, then–wait, “Don’t even say it.” 

He grinned, “say what?”

“You know what.” Killua rolled his eyes, “Anyway, um, I might have an idea.” 

“What is it?”

“Well, uh, I was thinking, and maybe we don’t exactly need to do.. That. Maybe we just have to, you know, finish. So, we could just like.. Jerk off or something.” 

“Or something.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

Gon shrugged, looking up at the sky, “okay, we can try it.” 

Killua nodded, and raised an eyebrow when Gon didn’t move. 

He cleared his throat, “Right, so um, you can go over there. So it’s not awkward.” 

“Is it weird that I kinda wanna watch you?” 

Killua felt his heart drop straight out of his ass. 

What? 

He made a strangled noise, facing his head away from Gon as even more blood rushed to his face. Fuck, how did he even have enough blood to keep his dick going and his face red as hell? This was worse than any torture he had ever experienced, for sure. He’d pick being suspended from the wall and beaten over this any day.

“Killua?”

“Y-Yeah?” 

“Did you hear what I said?” 

“I… did.. hear you. Yes.” 

“So?” 

“I would say it’s pretty fucking weird, yeah.” 

Gon laughed, sitting up to gently shove his shoulder, “I’m trying to be honest. Plus, it’s probably not even my fault. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my whole life.”

“Still.. You can keep it to yourself.”

Gon leaned in closer, his hot breath against Killua’s ear was intoxicating, “Please? You can watch me, too.” 

Killua shivered.

Okay. That was more than tempting. Killua wasn’t exactly sure at missing the opportunity to mentally catalog the view of Gon stroking himself. And it’s not like he was making the offer, so if anything, Gon wouldn’t suspect anything of him. Unless, it was a trap. But Killua didn’t want to consider that possibility. Partially because ninety percent of his brain was being operated by his dick, but he also didn’t think Gon was even capable of those kinds of malicious intentions. Especially with him. So… what’s the harm? 

“Fuck. Fine.” 

Gon visibly perked up, “really?”

“Yes, idiot. Don’t make me repeat myself.” the words came out as more of a (sexually charged) demand than playful banter, “Let’s get this over with already. I’m hungry, and Mexican food does sound pretty tempting right about now.” 

Gon grinned widely, sitting up fully and scooting in front of Killua. They were just about a foot and a half away from each other. 

“You first.” Killua mumbled nervously, his breath growing shaky with arousal.

Gon suddenly looked a bit sheepish, probably reality dawning on him at last. Serves him right, Killua thought. 

It didn’t seem to stop him, though, because soon after his hand was reaching down and freeing his swollen cock. He spread his legs and leaned back a bit, creating what Killua thought was a pretty god damn hot display. His eyes dragged lower…

And–Okay. Wow. That was a nice dick. It was all sticky and shiny with precum. Again. Wow. Not bad at all.

Gon cleared his throat, squirming a little as he looked at Killua with shy eyes, “can you.. Um. Can you also.. you know. Get it out?”

Damn. He was being so vague. He really was embarrassed. Killua’s dick gave a happy twitch at that idea. He wondered if Gon would be equally embarrassed with his ass held up high in the air as Killua’s dick disappeared inside of it.

..That was not helping at all. His dick pulsed with more intensity now.

After he finally tore his eyes away from Gon’s dripping cock, he dipped his hand beneath the band of his shorts and boxers, and released his own, which was no less hard (if not more) and sticky than Gon’s. Gon kind of just sat there like a statue, almost seemingly unsure of what to do. It was clear he wasn’t gonna make the first move this time–so Killua swallowed whatever remnants of dignity (and self respect) he had and gave one, slow stroke to his dick. 

He bit his lip to suppress a moan. The friction was so nice after so much time neglecting his erection. “Are we doing this or not? You were pretty hell bent on it just a minute ago.” 

“Y-Yeah, um, sorry. I’m just kinda nervous, and a little intimidated?” 

Intimidated. Huh. 

Killua swallowed hard, his forehead was lightly glazed with sweat and his breath just barely hitched as he resumed his motion. 

Gon joined him not long after, he spread his legs a little wider and his pace was a little faster than Killua’s. Which, was great, really. Killua didn’t want to have to live with the extra shame that is this and coming first. Nope.

“Oh god,” Gon whimpered.

Fuck. That was hot. And judging by the expression on his face right after, involuntary. That… kind of got Killua going. For some reason. No, he definitely knew the reason. 

Okay. They were actually doing this. They were jerking off. Together. Facing each other. Looking at each other. Casually. As friends do. Or don’t. His brain was too jumbled up to even process it.

Killua had weighed between the pros and cons of either looking his best friend in the eye as he touched himself, or saving himself some humiliation by closing his eyes–and he decided to worry about the embarrassment later–look at his hot best friend now. He was too far gone by now anyway.

Gon seemed to choose the latter, because he shut his eyes tightly as his wet lips parted and his speed increased. It eased Killua a bit, knowing he could now shamelessly stare without any later regrets. 

“Mm, oh, Killua.” Gon whined, his head flew back and his thighs twitched a little as he was overcome with his probably earth-shattering orgasm.

Killua just… watched. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped pumping himself, his hand limp at his dick, or that his mouth hung wide open as if he was in some sort of trance. Until Gon cleared his throat again and looked at him, his expression seemed a bit timid, or ashamed? He couldn’t really tell, but he was staring.  

“Uh. Sorry.” Killua blurted. Sorry? for what? Sorry for watching you touch yourself like some kind of pervert? No, he wanted this. Wait, Gon had said his name just now–oh god. 

“Here um, let me help you.” Killua sucked in a curt breath, shedding his tank top and scooting closer to Gon. He used it to gently wipe cum off of his hand and stomach, then let it fall to the ground next to them. He ignored the heavy air between them, and especially the look on Gon’s face which showed he had more than a mouthful of words he was holding back.

“Killua…” he breathed, then paused for a moment, “you liked watching me, didn’t you?” 

“Gon–what the hell? You can’t just–”

“Relax,” Gon leaned in, his once-again hardening dick (was that another effect of the pollen?) lightly grazing against Killua’s knee, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You’re always so defensive. You need to calm down.”

Calm down. Right, calm down. Calm. He was calm. Very calm, yes, that. 

“I’m calm.”

Fuck, no he wasn’t. He was the furthest from calm he had ever been in his life. How could he do that? When he’d just watched his decade-long crush pump himself until he came while moaning his name? This guy was absolutely unbelievable. 

“You didn’t cum.”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” Killua huffed with a sarcastic smile, almost amused.

“Do you want me to help you?” 

Killua’s whole body stiffened, visibly, too, because Gon seemed to have taken notice. He cupped one of Killua’s cheeks in his palm, turning his head to face him.

“Killua..” Gon whispered, “do you.. not want me? To do it–I mean.” Wow, nice save.

Well, could it get worse from here? 

Probably. Yeah, it could definitely get much worse. But all his willpower to resist had flown out the window by now. 

“It’s.. not like I don’t.” Killua admitted, finally. 

“Cool. So, um, do you mind?” Gon asked, his voice was light and innocent. As if they were doing nothing more than helping each other out in the gym or sparring after a training session.

Killua wasn’t even sure what Gon was actually asking. Still, “no, go ahead.” 

He would seriously need to reevaluate his discipline training once they got out of here. Hell, he’d need to start over from scratch. He’d promised himself there’d be nothing of the sorts going down here. And, well..

Gon nodded, he didn’t hesitate, but his hand was a bit shaky when it reached for his dick. Killua winced once he had wrapped it all the way around, giving a light squeeze. 

A small whimper escaped his lips and he resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his betraying mouth.“Y-You sure? I can.. Um.. I can always do it myself.” 

“I know, but I wanna.” 

Damn, who was he to further counter such a compelling argument?

“Okay, I’m gonna do it now. Let me know if anything’s off. I’ve never done this on anyone but myself, so.” 

“Yeah, uh, no worries man. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” Killua managed to croak. The casualty of his words shocked him. 

Gon didn’t say any more, he had a determined (and a little nervous) look on his face. He started to move his hand up, then down. Gon started slow, likely to make sure Killua was doing alright, but the pace was agonizing. Because while majority of him wanted to savor this moment as long as possible, because Gon fucking Freecss was giving him a handjob, the other, smaller part of him wanted to just get this over with already so they could just move on and pretend like it never happened.

Still, wow. It was actually.. totally goddamn amazing, and even that undermined it. If this is how Gon jerked off all the time, Killua could almost envy him. When he stroked down, he gave a gentle squeeze to the base, and he kind of twisted a bit on the upstroke–fuck, he made a mental note of that for future reference. 

Eventually, his speed increased, and Killua could barely choke back a moan. The friction was so good, and oh god, he felt like he would cum any moment now. And when Gon leaned in closer to nip and suck at a spot on his bare chest, he did. Killua muttered a plethora of curses and made a sound he was sure to be embarrassed about sooner or later, and it felt like his entire body was burning up from the sheer pleasure. His balls clenched as he watched hot stickiness drip down his best friend’s hands, some had even gotten on his knee. 

“Killua? You okay?” Gon finally spoke. 

“Mhm,” Killua replied, his voice clearly strained, “just fine. Um. Thanks.”

Thanks? Who says that?

Gon giggled to himself as he picked up Killua’s previously dirtied tank top to clean up the cum off of the two, and the thought of their juices mixing together…also stirred something within Killua.

“So, uh, when do you think it’ll let us out?”

The question had snapped Killua out of his horny trance. He’d completely forgotten why they’d done this in the first place! He shot up, not bothering to pull his cock back into his pants as he looked around. 

“Damn it! So we did all of that for nothing!?” He groaned, throwing his hands over his head. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say for nothing, exactly. I sort of.. liked it. And you haven’t even put your dick away, so,” Gon smirked teasingly, “clearly something has been accomplished.” 

Killua jumped at the realization and pulled his pants back up, “you’re so annoying. Don’t you realize what this means?”

“I do.” He shrugged, “Killua, can you just hear me out?” 

Killua sighed heavily, plopping down into a seated position next to Gon and resting his chin in his palms, “get on with it.” His hands clenched into fists soon after, his arousal once again becoming palpable.

“Well, this is clearly just another one of those cases, an evil villain sees how well we work together and attempts to make us hate each other, forget about the other, or make it awkward between us in this case, I guess.” 

Killua looked up, unamused. “So?”

Gon sucked in a breath and squeezed his thighs together, “So, what I’m saying is, none of it has worked before, and.. I kind of get the feeling that, well, don’t freak out, that neither of us really mind the inevitable. You don’t have to deny it, it’s not like I am.” 

Killua blinked at him. 

“I just mean that I wouldn’t exactly hate us, you know, doing it—or you doing me, I think.” 

Wow, he kind of liked the sound of that. What was there left to lose, right? He knew he wanted to, Gon knew he wanted to—and vice versa. 

“Gon..” Killua brought a fingernail to his mouth, “we can’t, it wouldn’t be..”

“You don’t want to?”

“Neither of us know what we want right now, we’d both just end up, uh, you know, regretting it.” 

Gon pushed his lip out in a pout he knew he was too old for and squeezed his legs tighter, “please? Killua, I… I need you.”

“Need me?” his face flushed red, “to..?”

“To fuck me.”

Killua’s body short-circuited. He’d forgotten to breathe and his whole body ached with want. 

“Killua?”

“Uh, right, um.” Okay. He was going to do this. He’s gonna be mature and upfront about his feelings. Which was fucking his dick so hard into Gon’s ass it gets them out of here. Literally. “You’ve never done this before, right?”

Gon looked as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You’ll.. do it?” 

“Yes.” Killua replied tremulously, “But I asked you something.”

Gon smiled and looked up at him shyly, “I haven’t. Um, you?”

“Not much of my time is spent with anyone but you or Alluka.” Killua swallowed, “alright. How are we gonna do this? Like, um, the position, I mean.”

“I was kind of hoping that.. um,” Gon’s face showed a rare display of timidness, “that you’d kiss me for a little first?”

That. Yes. They’d probably have to prep too, right? This was so much work. Killua just needed to fuck, fuck Gon. Still, this was… kind of scary. 

“Kiss you?”

“I feel like we’re past that point already. With uh, the jerking off, and stuff.”

“Uh. Oh, r-right. Okay.” The words hung in the air for a few moments before Killua leaped down almost too eagerly, pinning Gon by the wrists to the soft patch of flowers beneath them. 

Gon didn’t dare move, not even breathe as Killua lowered himself to the point of their noses bumping. 

“Ready?” He asked.

Gon lowered his gaze before embarrassingly pleading, “yes, please do it. You’re taking so long.”

Killua couldn’t help but smile at this newfound side of his lifelong companion. This Gon was way different than the Gon who’d been the center focus of Killua’s wet dreams for years now—and frankly, he liked this Gon a lot better.

Just as he was about to do it. He paused to look at Gon, who returned the eye contact. Gon’s eyes were so big and watery, his pupils had dilated so far you could barely tell they were brown anymore. Killua could, though, he’d never forget anything about those eyes. Gon’s eyes. Gon. Like the bottom of a river, or an ocean, waiting to be discovered. The eyes that drew Killua in, like the earth beneath a thick forest canopy. Gods, he was so beautiful. And Killua was about to kiss him. He was barely worthy. He was being selfish, honestly. Killua wished this was under better circumstances.

Finally, he pressed their lips together, softly. Gon’s lips were warm and wet with anticipation, and Killua loved it. They were soft and plush, and feeling Gon’s lips against his was just as Killua had imaged it countless times before. Killua took charge, opening their mouths and establishing a slow, rewarding rhythm. Caught up in the moment, Killua pushed his leg up in between Gon’s, kneeing at his aching erection—enticing a sweet gasp and jolt from his best friend.

Gon easily let Killua’s tongue slide into his mouth, making no effort to claim dominance himself. His fingers tightened around Killua’s strong hands as his burning arousal and anticipation for what’s to come made it hard to breathe. As Killua retracted his tongue, he broke their rhythm to lightly nip at Gon’s bottom lip, luring an abashed moan out of the boy beneath him. Soon after, he broke the kiss entirely, leaving the both of them panting as a thin line of saliva connected their mouths, serving as evidence for their lack of self control.

“Gon, come, sit in my lap.” Killua managed to say in between breaths. He rolled off of Gon, sitting upright and pulling him up and closer by the hand. Gon straddled him, positioning himself just above Killua’s groin, smiling weakly at the soft moan Killua gave when he sat down fully. 

“T-This is okay?” Killua croaked, snaking his fingers around Gon’s hips, attempting to steady him in place.

Gon let himself melt deeper into Killua, placing his hands on his chest and gently grinding against him, “it’s more than okay.” 

Killua grinned, accepting his unspoken challenge. He dove back into the kiss, weaving their lips together passionately. They were both sweating and the air felt sticky, but the moment was perfect. Killua dipped his hands under Gon’s boxers, squeezing his bare asscheeks viscerally, he flinched and squeaked at the suddenness. It made butterflies crowd at the bottom of Killua’s stomach. After another unexpected squeeze, Gon threw his hands into Killua’s hair, gripping and tugging and doing anything to stabilize himself—physically and mentally. He moaned into Killua’s mouth, and Killua only encouraged him by playing with his buttcheeks.

Killua moved his lips against Gon’s more hungrily now, and Gon was happy he’d finally let himself go. They’d lost track of everything. Even why they were doing this in the first place. Moans began to get louder and clearer as every remnant of shame and hesitation was thrown away, they were only interrupted when Gon bumped his front tooth against Killua’s.

They stared at each other, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Shit, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Gon practically whispered, growing a bit shy again after the bliss of the moment was ruptured. 

Killua chuckled, just as shyly, “It’s okay.”

Neither knew if it was okay to keep going yet, or if the magic was ruined now. So they just kinda.. sat there. 

Killua’s fingers fumbled with the ruffle of Gon’s shorts absentmindedly. He took a breath, “can we take these off?”

Gon’s cheeks lit up furiously at the reality of it all. He couldn’t deny Killua, but couldn’t bring himself to speak either, so he nodded instead. Killua slid up from under him and gently pushed him to lean down on his elbows. Gon accepted it all without any struggle, trying to keep calm as Killua wedged his fingers under his shorts and the elastic band of his underwear. The air felt breezy in contrast to his hot skin as Killua finally pulled the pieces of fabric all the way off, tossing them to the side for later. 

“This, too?” Killua was referring to Gon’s shirt, and Gon took the liberty of removing it himself. Killua’s mouth practically watered at the sight of lean muscle shifting and stretching. 

It wasn’t Gon’s first time being naked in front of Killua, but somehow, he felt more vulnerable, more exposed. He had to fight the urge to cover up. But he knew he was safe with Killua—his horny brain helped, too.

Killua took a moment to admire all of the bare skin in front of him. 

Gon was so beautiful. 

His skin was highlighted with sweat, and he laid back on his forearms with legs shut tightly. Killua paid extra attention to his throbbing cock, tan, purple and swollen, glistening with precum. Gon had noticed Killua was studying his body, and he hurried to face his head down and point his eyes anywhere other than directly at Killua. 

Killua grinned wolfishly at this, “you’re acting so shy, when you basically begged for me to fuck you earlier?”

Wow, he was even teasing! Maybe it had something to do with the sex pollen, but, still— wow! Such growth! 

“You know I d-don’t think all that much before going into things..” Gon reminded sheepishly, throwing one hand behind his head.

Killua let out a short chuckle before crawling closer to Gon, slipping both hands underneath his trembling thighs, “can I?” 

Gon nodded shakily, his arousal only tripled as he watched Killua effortlessly part his legs, sliding in closer between them. 

The sight beneath him made Killua want to ravish him already—to fuck his brains out—but even despite his mind clouding with lust, he wanted nothing less than to hurt Gon. So, he’d have to wait. As hard as it’d be.

He licked his lips, and Gon shuddered with eagerness.

“Have you ever touched yourself..” Killua gently pressed a finger to Gon’s hole, “here?” Wow, he’s really soft down there.

“N-No.” 

“Okay. Then, I’m gonna make you feel good, alright? J-Just.. tell me if anything is off.” Killua muttered, almost as if the shame had come back to him. 

“Yeah, I will, don’t worry.” 

With that, Killua dipped a finger into his mouth, coating it carefully with saliva before reaching back down to rest it at Gon’s entrance, “ready?”

“God, yes, please, Killua—stop asking me.” Gon cried out, barely stopping himself from grinding down. 

Killua chuckled, taking his hand away for a moment to line his body up with Gon’s, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. Killua could feel the irritation as Gon groaned and grumbled, but strangely enough, it only turned him on more. He was always learning new things about himself with Gon. Even under unfortunate circumstances.

Eventually, he reached his hand back down for the last time, circling around the rim to build up some anticipation, and to piss off Gon. His ass was already dripping, getting Killua even more excited. 

Gon’s back immediately arched off the ground as Killua finally plunged his finger in. He gasped with an ear-splitting moan. Killua’s face flushed a bit when he took a moment to really feel the sensation around his finger. It was wet and hot inside Gon, it felt.. pretty nice. It’d feel even better around his dick, he could tell. 

Once Killua pushed his finger all the way in, he began stretching him by twisting his finger in little circles. He leaned down to kiss down the side of Gon’s neck—sucking and nipping until he could see subtle evidence of a hickey on tan skin, then moving further down. He began fucking his finger inside and out, slowly, just so Gon could get used to the feeling. He sped up when Gon began frustratingly rolling his hips to meet Killua’s fingers.

“Oh god, Killua,” Gon mewled, squeezing his eyes shut, “it’s so good.” 

“Do you want to try another?” Killua asked, almost selfishly. He wanted to fuck Gon as soon as possible. It was agonizing. 

“Y-Yes, please.”

God, he looked so sexy like this—all whiny and needy, delicate and begging to be fucked with his fingers. Killua couldn’t say this, of course. He still had some leftover shame residing in his brain. 

Once the second finger was slick and pumping in and out of Gon, he’d been reduced to a moaning mess. His words were no longer coherent, and his thighs were trembling with more intensity than after any of their most memorable training sessions. 

Killua pushed deeper until his fingers stopped at something hard, hmm… roughly the size of a walnut—oh, yes. 

“Fuck—yes—Killua, r-right there!” Gon screamed, throwing his hands up to squeeze Killua’s firm shoulders as tightly as he could. Killua was too far gone to mind the burning pain of Gon’s nails digging into skin. 

He grinned and began curling his fingers slowly, picking up speed as Gon curled his toes and scratched and screamed and cried and oh it was all too much. 

Gon wished he had a pillow to scream into. 

A drop of sweat trickled down the side of Killua’s cheek as his dick throbbed aggressively within his pants. Seeing Gon like this was.. wow.

Gon felt as if he were being split open when Killua inserted a third, from slowly working him open, gently spreading his fingers inside, to mercilessly pumping in and out to watch his face twist and churn with pleasure. When Gon’s mouth fell open in a breathy gasp, Killua took the opportunity to dive down into a deep kiss, muffling Gon’s loud moans with his own mouth. 

“Jesus, Gon, you sound so good.” Killua admitted with a hoarse groan. Gon couldn’t orientate a sentence. 

Killua planted his knee down and used his core in order to stay upright, then took his free hand to toy with Gon’s nipple as he began to sob. Gon’s entire body felt like a hypersensitive nerve, every little touch from Killua made him feel sparks and see stars. He could come from his fingers alone. 

He wasn’t sure how great of an idea it’d be to vocalize that, though— because he really really really wanted to come, but he wondered if Killua wanted to actually fuck him first. Better safe than sorry. 

Killua himself was no better. He was taking short and fast breaths, biting his bottom lip and furrowing his eyebrows. He looked really sexy, though. Gon wanted to snap a photo and hang it up in front of his bed so he could see this same expression every night before he fell asleep. 

He couldn’t think much of anything else anymore. With every pump of Killua’s fingers, Gon felt his mind slipping away further and further. His brain was probably leaking out of his dick, matter of fact. Gon’s skin prickled and heat pooled in his belly as he felt his orgasm approaching at rapid pace. He bucked his hips up just as Killua swiftly retracted his fingers. 

“Killua!” Gon groaned in obvious annoyance, still struggling to breathe a bit, “why’d you—”

Killua put a hand over his mouth to stop him, leaning in to whisper into Gon’s ear, “you were about to cum, yeah?” 

The words dripped off his tongue like honey. 

Gon swallowed. “Um. Y-Yes. I was.” 

Killua clicked his tongue, closing his eyes and shaking his head to feign disbelief and disappointment. Gon almost felt ashamed. Almost!

Killua sat back up onto his heels, dipping his thumb into his waistband with some kind of newfound confidence, tugging at it playfully. Shortly after, he let his cock spring out—and Gon almost gasped.

“You’re ready to take me, then?” He purred, moving his hand to slowly stroke his length. 

Gon couldn’t break eye contact with Killua’s throbbing dick, sporting a furious red and practically sparkling with his juices. And, he couldn’t lie, the size.. was kind of intimidating when he looked at it from below like that. 

“Gon, are you okay?” Killua paused, tucking his cock away and leaning in, “We can slow down.” 

“N-No! Sorry, I was just.. wow, you have a really nice dick. Please take it out again?” 

Killua blinked, now blushing all the way down his neck. He straightened back up, clearing his throat. “Right. Uh. In that case, come here.” 

Killua sounded so bossy. The concept made Gon’s dick twitch. He complied, flipping to his knees and crawling closer. 

“You’re gonna get my dick all nice and wet so I can fuck you with it, yeah?” Killua asked, but it sounded more like an order than anything. 

Gon nodded, not trusting himself enough to actually talk at this point. Killua watched from above as Gon clumsily took him in his mouth, gagging abruptly on the first try before he could actually get it a bit past half way in. Watching Gon take his dick into his throat gave him a weird sense of dominance, and it got him hornier—he was sure Gon felt his dick involuntarily bob up and down just now. 

He did, because he gagged once more, and looked up at him with an almost offended expression. Killua couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

It didn’t really feel all that good, to be honest, but he wasn’t too upset by it. He was about to fuck Gon’s ass, anyway. He also didn’t expect him to be any good at sucking dick, really. But it’s okay, he’ll learn. Killua will teach him. He’ll teach him real good. 

Despite the lack of any actual pleasure, it felt nice to slide into a warm mouth. He muttered words of encouragement, which seemed to make Gon even more eager. Not much progress made, though. 

“Gon,” Killua interrupted, and Gon stopped mid head-bob to look up, “turn around and get on your hands and knees for me.” 

Killua had also just now discovered he liked telling Gon what to do. And he really liked how Gon listened like the good boy he was.

“Mm.” Gon hummed, releasing Killua’s throbbing dick and doing as he was told. 

Killua leaned down, swiping his tongue one more time against Gon’s flushed hole. He gasped at the sudden pleasure, but his chance to ask for more was taken when he felt Killua’s tip lining up with his ass. Oh god. He braced for impact. But as seconds went by and nothing, he looked over his shoulder with an aggravated expression. 

“What are you doing back there?” 

“Sorry. Um. Just a little nervous. I don’t want to hurt you. Do you think we should prep more?” 

Gon whined, bucking his hips back so that Killua’s dick slid up in between his buttcheeks, “please, Killua.” He begged, “I promise I’m ready. And I promise to tell you if anything hurts.” 

Killua sucked in a deep breath, then let it out, “okay, uh. Yeah. Just tell me if anything feels off.” 

“Yes, sir.” Gon giggled quietly to himself. He arched his back more, leaning his upper half down and resting his head on his forearm, getting ready to grip at a bed of flowers with the other.

Killua held his dick steadily in place as he slowly pushed against Gon’s hole. And then—oh, wow—it’s really warm in here. Oh, goodness. He groaned, low and guttural as he stopped just at the halfway point. (Mostly to check in on Gon, but also because the squeeze was killing him).

Gon shrieked in pleasure—pain? He didn’t say anything. So.. pleasure? 

“Doing okay?”

“Yes. Fuck me already. I can take a little pain.”

“Wow. You’re always so impatient, even when my cock is halfway in your asshole.” 

“Killua!”

Before Gon could protest more, Killua snapped his hips forward, thrusting into him in a way that could hardly be described as gentle. Gon didn’t complain anymore, he could barely even make a noise as he panted in an attempt to breathe. 

“Better?” 

Killua didn’t expect a response. But teasing was fun. And hot. Really, really hot. Especially when Gon is hardly ever in the receiving end. Um, of the teasing. Not that he usually, or ever, receives.. this. 

“K-Keep going,” Gon managed to breathe, “please, please, Killua.” 

Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He swayed his hips back out, then slammed right back in. He didn’t wanna admit it—but Gon was so tight he was getting dizzy, probably about to truly see stars. So wet and warm, he had to squeeze his pelvic muscles in an attempt not to blow a load so soon. Killua dug his fingers so deep into the meat of Gon’s hips, they were sure to leave marks. 

The entirety of the place they were in swelled with humidity, and they were both drenched in sweat by now. Still, Killua was determined to finish this. 

Gon’s lewd moans transitioned to outright sobs as Killua continued to fuck into him. He began with taking it slow as he swayed back, then fast as he thrusted forward—but that rhythm was long gone by now and replaced with something new as Killua pounded into him mercilessly. 

“Fuck, Gon,” Killua cursed with a groan, “you’re taking me so god damn well. Fuck. Shit. You deserve to have that pretty little back blown out, don’t you?” 

Gon attempted to respond, but he assumed Killua meant it more rhetorically because he shoved his head back down and only thrusted faster and harder. Gon felt like he was melting. 

The stretch kind of.. hurt. But now it felt amazing, and Gon felt himself slip further and further away with each and every time Killua slammed against his prostate. All he heard was the slapping of naked skin and all he felt was pure heavenly bliss. He should of asked—no, he should of begged for Killua to fuck him ages ago.

“Gon.” Killua spoke his name like a prayer, admiring the view below him as his fingertips slowly snaked down Gon’s spine. “You’re so beautiful like this. I want.. I want to be the only one to ever see you this way, do you understand?” 

“Y-Yes!” Gon shrieked as Killua slammed back into him. He felt the familiar heat pooling in his belly as he felt the finish line was within reach. “Killua, shit—I’m gonna—ah!” 

Killua knocked the words out of him as he reached down to stroke his dick in addition to being fucked out of this world. 

“Come for me, Gon.” 

Gon came with a cry, his knees almost falling to the ground as his orgasm rippled through his entire body. Killua didn’t slow his pace as the sounds of Gon’s completion filled his ears. He let go with one final pump of Gon’s dick, and leaned in to whisper “good boy” while resuming his focus on fucking the wits out of his best friend.

The pace quickened. He lost any previous rhythm as the thrusts became sloppy and desperate. Killua wrapped a strong arm around Gon’s torso and groaned needily. 

“Oh god, can I come inside?”

“Please.” Gon replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. He felt so full, and so spent—but more importantly full of dick. And then he was filled with something else entirely. Something warm, no, hot, and drippy. Oh god.

“Fuck.” Killua cried, collapsing beside Gon, pulling him down with him by the waist. “Gon, you.. you did so good. I’m so proud, I can’t believe you took my entire dick so well.” 

“Are you trying to turn me on again?”

Killua laughed breathily, “it wouldn’t be too difficult.” 

Gon rolled his eyes with a grin, elbowing him in the side. Killua groaned in pain, despite the half-assed effort. Wow. They’d must of been at it for a while if they were both out of stamina. 

Then, the conjured space confining them had flickered away. 

Killua looked around, almost in confusion. They were in a rural area, seemingly no one nearby—thankfully. Huh.

Oh, right. That’s why they did.. that. Because of the nen space.

They should also probably get dressed. 

Killua’s eyes darted to Gon’s discarded clothes on the ground next to them. Then he looked down, pulling his shorts and boxers back over his dick. He grabbed his dirty undershirt and stuffed it in his pocket.

Gon lied still on his stomach, panting pretty heavily in an attempt to recover. Damn. That was something Killua could watch all day. Unfortunately, not today. 

“Gon, c’mon, we gotta get you dressed before anyone sees us.” Killua nudged him. 

Gon’s eyes fluttered open, seemingly unbothered by the fact he was out in public. It was dark, yeah, but still. Freakish island boy. 

“Oh, yeah. Okay.” 

Killua guided both his legs through the leg holes, pulling both his underwear and shorts back on his body. He helped him pull his tank top on, too. Killua stood up, reaching out his arm to pull the other boy up as well. Gon stood up, shakily, but he got there.

Seemingly, one of his thigh muscles gave out, because he came crashing down into Killua’s arm. Purposefully or not. 

“S-Sorry.” He laughed, a little embarrassed. Okay. Maybe not on purpose, then. “That was, uh, a lot.”

“Yeah. Um. You okay?” 

“I will be. Can we just—lay back down on the grass for a moment?” 

“Sure.”

Gon lays down. Killua sits. 

“Killua.” He says, and Killua already knows the next words to leave his mouth.

“Gon.” 

“Lay down next to me. Quit being avoidant.”

“I’m not.” He denied defensively, but admitted defeat once he joined Gon all the way down. 

There was silence. The air was heavy between them.

Killua spoke first. His words came out faster than he meant for them to. “We don’t—we can pretend like that never happened. I mean.. we had to do it, right? So.” 

“You’re doing that thing again.” Gon laughed, “calm down. I don’t.. I don’t wanna pretend like nothing happened.” He bit his lip in hesitation, “actually.. I kind of.. was wondering, well, hoping, if we could, you know—do it again sometime?”

Okay. Wow. 

“Do it.” Killua repeated to himself, “you’re talking about.. sex?” 

“I mean. What else? Unless you’re looking forward to getting trapped in another nen space, being forced to do things against our will?”

Fair point. Killua cringed at how stupid he must sound right about now. He doesn’t want to seem desperate, though. 

“Killua, be honest with me.”

“Well, I, uh. I’m down.. if you are.”

“Me too. If um, if you are.”

They blinked in awkward silence. Then they laughed. 

“To be totally honest with you, Gon.”

“Yeah?”

“I honestly, really, really liked fucking you. I also really liked when you had my dick in your mouth, even though your blowjob skills are kinda weak.”

“Wow!” Gon laughed, placing a hand to his heart to feign offense, “you’re horrible!”

“Okay, okay. It’s settled. We’ll be doing that again… sometime in the near future.” Killua chuckled, rolling on his side to plant a kiss on Gon’s cheek, “and what about us?” 

Gon smiled sweetly, “We’ll see… after our awesome first date.” 

“Sounds good to me. Now, I’m famished, you said something about Mexican food earlier?” 

“Yeah, but you’re paying.” 

Killua rolled his eyes, “fair. I guess.”