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…This sucked.
The sheets under him were soft. Cool and silky, slipping out of his fingers like liquid. Perfectly comfortable against his heated skin. Perfectly comfy to stay in for a long time. Gon had spent hours, already, doing just that. Sleeping. Meditating. Just straight up laying still. Doing exactly what he was told to do by Leorio, because Leorio was smart and a good friend and trying to help.
Gon was plenty patient. He really was. But that patience usually begot a goal.
Right now, his only goal was to heal. And he had come to the conclusion that it was very boring.
Gon kicked his feet idly, grunting when the impact with the soft sheets jostled his back. Boring. Boring!
“Stop that.” He couldn’t even twitch before a cool hand wrapped around his ankle. Gon pouted, twisting his head to the side. Killua pressed his leg down to the bed without even looking up from his game, rapidly pressing buttons with a single hand. Even Killua was bored! Well, Killua was usually bored, actually, but at least most of the time they could stop being bored together. Now, though, Killua was bored and he was bored at him. Gon was the one being boring!!!
Gon turned his face back into the sheets, whining noisily. This was so unfair. They were older now, stronger and wiser. It was rare that Gon found anyone who matched him, aside from Killua— much less bested him. He hadn’t been stuck on hospital rest like this since… since…
Fuck, he didn’t even know. Forever ago, or something.
Ugh.
“Killua,” Gon called.
“Hm?” Killua hummed idly. The hand on his ankle relaxed the longer Gon didn’t move, loosening until it was less restraining Gon and more just resting on top of him. His thumb massaged gently into the joint. So light Gon was fairly certain Killua wasn’t actually aware he was doing it. The beeping paused. “Gon. What’s up?”
Gon wiggled, considering. Killua’s grip immediately retightened. His fingers squeezed. Light but firm. Purposeful. The callouses of his fingertips fit into the dips of Gon’s ankle, slotting like a glove around Gon. His hold was steely. Cool, against Gon’s heated skin. Killua was always a little cold. It felt nice, in the Summer, though Killua hated it when Gon rubbed himself (and his sweat) onto him.
He was plenty fine with other rubbing, though. Gon muffled a thoughtful noise into the pillow.
The noises of Killua’s game stopped altogether. Gon turned his head to the side, watching the other set the console aside. “Okay,” Killua said, “you’re officially making me nervous. Spill, already!”
Gon blinked up at him. Killua’s eyes were pretty. And his hair. And his skin. And his hands. Everything about him was pretty, honestly. He never got tired of looking at him. But just looking wouldn’t cure Killua’s boredom. It had to be both of them! “We should have sex,” he decided.
The hand on his leg went painfully tight for the briefest second. It then released him. Gon watched without moving as Killua leaned back in his chair. “Seriously?” Killua sighed, “that’s what’s got you so quiet?”
“It’s a good idea, isn’t it?” Gon sure thought so. He kicked his legs without thinking and giggled when Killua cursed, jumping up to grab his legs again. The restraining hold made heat spark attentively, low in his belly. Gon didn’t try to push it down. He wiggled his hips, wincing when his back twinged painfully. Worth it, though, for the way it gave him better leverage to grind against the sheets. He wasn’t hard, not yet, but he definitely could be. It was harder not to pop a boner, frankly. Killua was so goddamn pretty, all the time. Gon tugged at Killua’s hands, trying to spread his knees. Didn’t quite manage. Killua was unrelenting. That was okay, though. It was part of their little game. The push and pull of it all, the feign of interest and slow-building hunger. The weight of his hands, pinning Gon to the bed, didn’t help. Killua’s eyes jerked down to the movement of his hips. Caught on his hands pinning Gon down. Rose back up, snagging on his ass. Gon wiggled invitingly. “Isn’t it?” He cajoled.
“You’re injured, idiot. And not in a sexy way.”
“We can figure it out! I’ll be super careful.”
“No you won’t,” Killua groaned. He looked up as if asking the ceiling for answers. Gon watched the long, elegant line of his pale throat. Hmm, yep, definitely not a problem getting hard. He must have lost less blood than he thought! Killua’s head snapped back down, glaring as if he had heard Gon’s thoughts. “Alright, here’s the rules.”
Oooh, yes!! Winner winner. Gon beamed, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets to avoid kicking his feet. He liked it when Killua pinned him, sure, but he would get mad if Gon tried to move them along during rule time. The last time he tried that, they got caught in Leorio’s bathroom and Killua refused to so much as touch him for weeks. “Yes?” he asked excitedly.
Killua held up a finger. “One, no moving.” Gon pouted. “No, Gon. Super healing doesn’t translate to super human. Your back is fucked up enough that you could have been paralyzed for life if that guy hadn’t had such shit aim. You lost enough blood that you looked like one of my family,” Killua shuddered, “ and Leorio will never shut up again if we have to call him back because we screwed up his work fucking. So, rule one, you will not be moving.”
Ughh. Gon moaned wordlessly into his pillow. He knew better than to argue. Even one of those points was plenty… the rest were just excessive! Besides, a rule was a rule. It was crucial that Gon respected them, no matter how weird or stupid he might think they were. It took years of work to rebuild their childhood trust in each other. Even though the purpose of the rules were a little different, now– less about proving they could and would listen to each other and more about being safe, sane, and consensual– They were important to Killua. The control made him feel good. That would always be reason enough, to Gon.
(Besides, the extra challenge was always more fun than not.)
“Fine,” he grumbled. “I don’t like it though. What am I supposed to do?” He couldn’t exactly reciprocate if he couldn’t move. What was he supposed to do, be a dead lay? That wasn’t fair to Killua. It wasn’t really even fair to him, Gon wanted to touch Killua!! Was he really expected, no, ordered, to just sit there and not kiss him, or bite him, or make him feel good?? Surely Gon could make them both feel good and not bleed through his bandages, right??
Gon gasped as Killua’s touch slid up his legs. He grazed the backs of his knees. Cool palms stroked over the peaks of his thighs, fingers sliding under the thin fabric of his hospital gown to just barely stroke the edge of his ass cheeks. Goose pimples rose all over Gon’s thighs down to his shins.
A weight pressed into the edge of the mattress. Gon went impossibly still, heart racing in his throat as Killua leaned over him, hovering just inches above. Close enough to feel the heat of him, but not the touch. Close enough for his breath to brush against the shell of Gon’s ear.
“You’re just gonna stay right there, and be my little pillow princess,” Killua whispered. His long fingers trailed higher, nails biting into Gon’s ass. He squeezed gently. “If you move even an eighth of an inch, I’ll stop.”
Gon had to remind himself to breathe in. Was that an eighth of an inch?! Fuck, he didn’t know! Killua groped him firmly, pads of his fingers pressing into the meat of his ass. His thumbs massaged into the tops of his thighs. Trailed back up, grazing along the seam of his butt. Gon shivered as Killua spread him open. Cold air brushed over his hole. “But– but you?”
A low hum. He twitched as Killua’s tongue trailed over his ear, sliding hot and wet over heated skin. Gon froze. He whined aimlessly when Killua pulled back, sure he had already broken the one rule. “Easy.” Killua squeezed him hard. A gentle reprimand. Gon relaxed. “I’m just adjusting, baby. You’re good.” Good. The word warmed Gon inside out. A slow burn that fanned up from his chest and spilled through every part of him, syrupy sweet. Even years later, Killua still struggled a little to get and give compliments, lighting up at the slightest praise. Gon wasn’t exactly immune, either. He fought the urge to squirm, his dick throbbing, now fully hard where it was pinned between his belly and the sheets. “Aww, poor thing. Are you uncomfortable?”
“Killua,” Gon groaned. He craned his head, trying to spot Killua behind him.
Claws pricked against his skin. “Nope. That’s the second time, Gon. Are you that impatient, that you can’t sit still for me for a little while?”
“N-no! I can do it!” Gon protested, slamming his head back down. Not looking! He didn’t need to look. He was good– he could be good for Killua. He could! He would.
Killua’s hands relaxed back into normal fingers. He didn’t continue, though, his touch not even exploratory, palms settling securely on Gon’s hips and refusing to move. Gon ached to push into that touch. Ached to grind down into the stupid thin hospital mattress. Ached to just flip over and drag Killua on top of him properly where he was supposed to be– “I dunno, Gon. You already ignored my rule twice… I only made one, you know. That’s a pretty bad track record. That doesn’t seem like something a good boy does.”
His heart sank. “I’m sorry,” Gon whimpered. “I didn’t mean to, I just…”
“Hey.” Killua’s tone softened. His hands massaged the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, thumbs stroking under the crease of his ass soothingly. “It’s okay, Gon. I just don’t want to hurt you more. I want you to stay still, so this can be good for both of us, okay?” A kiss, surprisingly chaste, pressed into Gon’s hip. He inched a little higher up on the bed, purposefully settling on the backs of Gon’s calves. Gon shivered at the unmistakable press of Killua’s cock, hard and throbbing against his skin through Killua’s jeans. Heat flushed through him near violently, shuddering up and down his spine in a flurry of wet sparks. Was Killua gonna fuck him with that? Please? Gon would very happily stay still, follow any rule, if it meant Killua would spear him open, let him warm his cock, let him be filled up, please, “I’m gonna take care of you. I like taking care of you. A lot. So just relax and let me, please?”
Killua’s please melted through Gon’s chest. Killua loved being in control. Loved it practically more than the sex itself. Yet he still would say please, and ask nicely, because more than he loved control he loved him. Gon bit back a moan. He exhaled shakily. “…Okay,” he murmured, so soft he could barely hear it himself. He felt a little dizzy with the admission of it, the reminder of devotion. Gon wasn’t sure the impact of it all, the knowledge, the awareness of how deep Killua chose him would ever fade. He hoped it didn’t.
Killua smiled into his skin before pulling away.
Gon jerked with a gasp as firm hands spread him open, a slick tongue gliding up heated flesh. Killua didn’t scold him for it, blessedly, seeming to focus more of his attention on laving his hole with affectionate licks that made his toes curl. There was nothing delicate about it. Killua seemed determined to make Gon as sloppy as possible, breathing wetly against his skin as he trailed the flat of his tongue from Gon’s balls, teasing his frenulum with the tip. He hummed in satisfaction as he worked back up to Gon’s hole, tongue pressing and twisting against his tight rim until it could work its way in. Gon panted harshly, abdomen clenching with the effort of staying still as Killua licked inside of him.
Teeth threatened his rim and Gon yelped, hips jumping. It didn’t hurt. Didn’t hurt in the slightest– didn’t even sting, no, but Gon wished it would –
Killua left a line of sloppy kisses up the crack of his ass, sucking a wet mark just above his tailbone. His mouth did more than threaten, this time. Gon groaned like he was getting fucked as teeth sank into the small of his back, precarious millimeters from Gon’s injury. Just nearly deep enough to draw blood. It would certainly bruise.
Like a trampstamp in the shape of Killua’s mouth. Gon giggled breathlessly, dizzy with sudden humor that broke high on pleasure as a finger curled inside of him.
“Whatcha laughing’ bout?” Killua murmured. He pressed in to the knuckle. Twisted his wrist, pulling out just enough to fit a second finger into Gon, sinking into his hole with a slick, filthy sound. Gon gasped into the pillow, shoulders shaking. He tried without thinking to spread his knees. Immediately Killua was on him, the meat of his palm pinning Gon flat to the mattress. “Don’t.” He didn’t give Gon a chance to reply. That cool hand slid, fingers bullying Gon’s soft inner thighs apart himself– not enough to jostle, but more than enough to wrap around Gon’s aching cock.
“K-Killua,” Gon moaned, pleading. Killua just hummed in response. He pulled Gon’s dick back between his thighs, leaving it within easy access. Too easy. Gon’s voice cracked on a shrill noise as Killua laved the flat of his tongue over the head of his cock. He stroked Gon slowly, sloppy and underhanded, lapping long, wet streaks from the underside of the head to his balls in time with the thrust of his fingers into Gon’s ass. Gon wasn’t going to last if Killua didn’t let up at least a little, “Killua, Killua, Killua–“
Killua rolled his balls with his tongue, sucking one into his mouth with a pleased hum. His fingers twisted and pressed, purposeful, down into Gon’s prostate.
“Ki– fuck!” Gon cried hoarsely. He came in hard bursts, spurting into the bowl of Killua’s palm. His hips twitched uselessly, tiny, aborted attempts to rut against the light, fleeting touches, to work himself through his orgasm.
It didn’t work. Killua went slow and still, barely touching him. Gon was left shivering, goosebumps rising all over his body in the sudden chill. An airless whine creaked out of him when Killua kissed high up on his trembling thigh.
“You alright, baby?” he asked. He waited patiently for Gon to catch his breath, for him to nod into the pillow. Gon’s heart was pounding in his ears so loud it was a wonder he heard Killua. It felt like his blood was singing in his veins. “Still with me?”
Another, then. Quivering, insatiable heat ebbed and flowed, churning in his belly like lava. It rocked dangerously like a cup overfilled with water, threatening to spill over the edges. Gon’s hips twitched. His cock refilled so fast it was like he hadn’t gone soft in the slightest. “U-uhuh,” Gon managed.
Another kiss, to his other thigh. Gon’s heart flipped at the familiar shape of Killua’s smile pressed to his skin. “Okay, baby. One more then.”
Killua’s fingers bore down on him again. Three pads rocking a relentless, rolling pressure against Gon’s prostate. Sparks burned behind Gon’s eyes. He gasped soundlessly, toes curling. His knees crept in, trying to close, trying to creep in leverage against the bed to tilt his hips (up? away?) to Killua’s nerve-fraying touch. Killua didn’t let him. He braced his shoulders between Gon’s legs, forcing them to part around him. Gon whined high in his throat when he went back to stroking his cock lazily, grip slick and loose with his cum making the touch messy and uneven. It was painfully frustrating, the bursts of pleasure inconsistent and out of rhythm, inside and out.
And still, Gon’s breathing just kept climbing and climbing. Barely even slower than before– he just felt– pent up. Like a bomb rigged to explode. Like the sparks under his skin were skittering up and down his spine faster, faster, tripping over the fucked up rhythm and catapulting blindly towards some terrifying peak. Gon’s teeth chattered around a helpless call of Killua’s name. He twisted his fingers into the cheap sheets until he felt them tear.
The second orgasm made his vision go dark. Gon came back to himself gasping raggedly, practically suffocating himself with how hard he forced his face into his pillow, A tongue tracing the tight clench of his rim around four fingers, Killua’s other hand borderline sadistic with the way he rubbed at the oversensitive head of his cock. It felt like barely anything got out. Gon felt his cock weakly spat another blurb of cum out as if from lightyears away. He couldn’t fucking stop. Every insistent press of Killua’s fingers, inside of him, coaxed him to keep going, dripping like a broken faucet into his prying touch. He felt like he was cumming himself dry.
And fucking still, his gut clenched hot with promise when Killua murmured “One more?” into his skin.
Gon made a sound that was probably decently agreeable. He wasn’t sure he could fit a proper syllable out around anything that wasn’t a moan. It took everything in him not to just slump bonelessly into the sheets and pass out, honestly. Gon was barely sure he was breathing if he didn’t focus hard enough on actively doing so.
Killua might had said something. Might have adjusted, moved, something. It all fell to the wayside, buried under the rush of painful sensation that was his boyfriend’s wet hand on his dick, his lips planted on the vein underside, his fingers milking his prostate.
Gon grit his teeth until they cracked, eyes rolling back in his head. The build back up was slower, this time, but almost unbearable in turn. He was oversensitive to the point of discomfort, pleasure edged sharply into a churning mix of pain-pleasure-pleasure-pain-pleasure.
The taut cord in his stomach frayed and snapped.
Gon’s ears popped. He could feel the sound that ripped out of him, broken and inhuman, but he couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood in his head. Killua’s touch eclipsed into an all consuming rush that closed over his head, swallowed him, consumed him–
–and blinked out.
He came back to a hand in his hair.
Gon blinked blearily, pale shapes slowly defining into Killua, standing at his head. His lips were moving, but all Gon registered was a warm buzzing and the nails scratching lightly over his scalp. He made a broken hum. Tilted his head further into the touch, purring when it became a little more solid.
“…on. Gon. Can you hear me, baby?”
“Mm… Mhm…” Gon’s eyes closed.
A quiet laugh. The hand on his head slid down, cupping his cheek. Gon forced his eyes back open, letting Killua tilt his head up to meet their eyes.
“Tired, baby?”
Gon blinked slowly. He grunted.
A slick sound. The hand spasmed on his face. “Too tired to help me?”
Gon’s attention sharpened immediately. He perked up, sniffing the air. Ooh. Killua’s cock was flushed and hard, just out of reach. His other hand ran up and down its length, smearing cum all over the pale skin. Gon’s eyes dilated. He smelled… Killua smelled like him. He was using Gon’s cum to jerk off.
If he possibly could, he would have been rock hard instantly. Gon’s mouth filled with saliva. He stretched his neck forward, gaze fixed on Killua’s length.
Killua giggled, the sound light and surprisingly sweet. Gon pouted. This was no laughing matter. He forced his stiff arms forward, making grabby motions. “Okay, okay. None of that, though, I just need you– need you to, ah, open your mouth.”
What?? No! Gon pouted harder. He motioned again, increasingly impatient even as all his limbs felt like soup. Cock. In mouth. Preferably now.
“Bratty.” A thumb swiped over his bottom lip. Gon opened up immediately, tongue darting out to taste the salt on Killua’s callouses. “Hah, you… Mmngh, don’t argue with me now, idiot. Remember the rules, no moving.” Killua hooked his thumb over Gon’s bottom teeth, pulling his mouth further open. His face glazed over, hand moving faster over his cock. “There we go, good boy, just stay like t-that…”
Gon shut his eyes, moaning quietly with Killua as cum spilled onto his tongue. Sweet. He held carefully still, letting the sweetness melt as Killua milked himself into his mouth. Waited for Killua to pull back, breathing hard, to see himself on Gon’s tongue before he swallowed.
Killua’s voice was affectionately dazed, the smile audible in his words. “Good boy,” he crooned, “Ready to sleep now?”
Gon was already drifting back off. His eyes refused to open again. He nuzzled into Killua’s touch and managed a sleepy affirmative.
“Can you sleep through being cleaned up, too?”
Gon didn’t respond. He was dropping off fast, content and tired and peacefully buzzing all over. He felt like he had just had a warm bath, even sticky and in dull, lingering pain. They were gonna just gonna have to find that out themselves, now weren’t they?
A gentle laugh, pretty and delicate. Lips on his forehead, some million miles away.
“Okay, Gon. Love you. Go to sleep.”