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Gon had never booked a home massage before.
He stared at the number on the screen for a few seconds longer than necessary, biting the nail on his thumb in hesitation. It wasn’t that he was nervous. He was twenty-one, perfectly capable of booking something as simple as a massage. But there was something weirdly intimate about the idea of inviting a stranger into his apartment, someone whose job it was to touch him. It might’ve been normal for other people but this was new to him.
The upper part of his body felt sore, and the ache had only gotten worse since. He’d tried stretching, warm compresses, and a half-hearted attempt at yoga that ended with him flat on the floor, swearing. He needed real professional help. He thought that maybe a massage would finally shut his body up and let him focus.
He exhaled slowly and pressed the call button.
The line rang twice before a woman picked up. A soft, chirpy voice came. “Thank you for calling Moonleaf Bodyworks. This is Bisky speaking, how can I help you today?”
He sat straighter, trying to sound less awkward than he felt. “Hi. Uh… I’m looking to book a massage. Home visit.”
“Sure thing,” she said brightly. “Have you booked with us before?”
“No. First time.”
“All right. What kind of session are you looking for? We offer deep tissue, Swedish, sports massage, and hot stone massage. I can go through all of them with you,”
Gon hesitated. “Um… not sure, honestly,” he admitted. “Just…my back and shoulders are killing me. Upper body stuff.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that,” Bisky replied sympathetically. “That sounds like a job for deep tissue, maybe some sports massage techniques too. We’ve got a few therapists who specialize in that. Do you have any preferences? Male, female…?”
Gon scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, no real preference, I guess. Just someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“Got it. One sec…”
There was a faint clicking sound, like she was typing.
“We’ve got an opening tomorrow evening. One of our therapists is still available for a house call around seven. His name’s Killua. He’s certified in deep tissue, sports massage, and trigger point release. Gets really good feedback too.”
“Killua?”
“Yup. Killua Zoldyck.”
“Okay,” Gon said. “Yeah. That works. Seven tomorrow.”
“Perfect. I’ll go ahead and book you in for a 60-minute deep tissue session. You’ll get a confirmation text shortly. He’ll bring everything, table, sheets, oils. All you need to do is have a clear space ready.”
“Okay, got it. Thank you!”
“Of course! Have a good night!”
The line clicked off.
Gon lowered the phone, staring blankly at the screen.
Whoever that Killua person was, he really hoped he didn’t book this whole thing for nothing and that the man was as skilled as he sounded. If this works, he’d finally be able to sleep without feeling like his spine was slowly being ripped out.
Still… He was a bit curious about what kind of person the man is.
He reached for his phone again and opened Instagram, fingers moving without much thought. Just curiosity. There wasn’t anything weird about wanting to see who was about to put their hands on you.
He typed in “Killua Zoldyck.” Would he even have Instagram?
An account popped up immediately.
‘@kil.zldyk’
He had a clean layout. Tasteful photos, too. One had caught Gon’s attention where the man had his arms crossed in a dark blue muscle tee, face turned slightly to the side. His hair was white, almost silver, looking like it’d blend in perfectly with snow. His eyes were what caught his attention, though. They were midnight blue and a bit catlike.
Gon clicked through a few more photos, most of them being photos from the gym or from hangouts with friends. He kept scrolling but then he paused when he came across a post with multiple photos of the guy being shirtless. Made his breath catch and his eyes locked in on it.
After catching himself staring for a bit too long, he quickly locked his phone and tossed it facedown on the couch, suddenly too warm.
He really couldn’t deny it.
Fuck, why is he so hot?
He was already wondering what Killua Zoldyck’s hands would feel like on his skin.
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The knock came at exactly 6:58.
Gon wiped his palms on his pants, crossed the room in a few quick steps, and opened the door.
Killua Zoldyck stood on the other side, dressed in the company’s dark blue uniform with the logo stitched near the shoulder. It clung so well to his lean, muscular frame. His sleeves were high enough to expose forearms lined with subtle veins. Over one shoulder was a sleek black massage table bag, and in his other hand, a small case that probably held his oils and tools.
But it was his face that made Gon’s mouth go dry. Holy hell—
“Gon Freecss?” Killua asked and tilted his head with a smile.
Gon nodded, swallowing the automatic urge to act normal. “Y-yeah, that’s me. Come in.”
Killua stepped inside as Gon welcomed him in, looking around the cozy small apartment and taking in how good it smelled. He set down the massage table case and a smaller bag with his supplies, already crouching to unzip them.
The table unfolded in less than a minute, legs snapping into place. He spread clean white sheets over the padding, laid out a few small bottles beside it, and checked the stability of the table with both hands.
While he was setting up, Gon opted to prepare the man a glass of water, but as he looked for a cup, he turned around to watch him out of curiosity. He couldn’t help but notice how Killua’s fingers were long and deft, veins shifting beneath pale skin. He had such broad shoulders too.
“Any injuries I should know about?” Killua asked, eyes still on the table.
Gon quickly turned around to shift his focus. “Nope! Just sore shoulders. Lower back too.” He cleared his throat. “Nothing serious.” He walked over and placed the cup of water on the table.
“Got it,” Killua replied, finally meeting his gaze. It made Gon falter, just a little. “You can undress down to whatever’s comfortable and lie face down afterwards. I’ll give you a minute.”
“Alright..”
He disappeared into the other room, the door clicking softly behind him.
Gon let out a breath.
Okay, so what if he’s hot? I shouldn’t get all weird about this…
He tugged his T-shirt off and kicked it aside. He decided to keep his shorts on, since it wasn’t hiding much anyway. Eventually, Gon came out of the bathroom with a towel over his shoulders.
He climbed onto the massage table and laid flat on his stomach, arms tucked beneath his head. The padded surface was soft, and the moment he settled, he felt himself starting to relax.
“Ready?”
“Mhm.”
Killua returned with a calm smile. “Alright, I’ll get started then.”
Gon heard the soft clink of a bottle being uncapped. A second later, the scent of something cool and herbal filled the room. Then came the sound of Killua rubbing his hands together, slick with oil.
“Let me know if anything feels off.”
His hands touched down on Gon’s upper back, thumbs pressing gently at first before sinking in deeper, slowly dragging along tight muscles and working into the spaces between them.
Gon’s fingers twitched slightly beneath his head. His brows drew together, then softened as the tension in his muscles began to ease.
Killua adjusted his stance, his palms sweeping lower, tracing the slope of Gon’s back. He lingered just above the curve of his waist, thumbs brushing the edge of his shorts before dragging upward again. Gon exhaled, his spine relaxing under the attention. His legs flexed subtly against the padded table.
Oh god. I am not normal about this. We are not doing this right now. That’s a man and he's touching you professionally and you need to get it together.
The hands slid up his back again, slow and firm, thumbs pressing into the muscles alongside his spine. Gon bit the inside of his cheek.
Why does he have to be good at it? Like, was being hot not enough? Did he need to have the hands of a Greek god too? Is that not excessive? Jesus Christ.
The session continued like this, each passing minute being a satisfying descent into bliss. He was supposed to be focusing on breathing or whatever, but instead he kept thinking wildly inappropriate things about how unfair it was that hands could be both strong and gentle like that. And attached to an incredibly handsome man, of all people. For the remaining time that the session had left, Gon had long since stopped trying to pretend it wasn’t doing things to him.
Eventually, the massage came to a stop, and Gon nearly whimpered at the loss. By the time Killua finally drew back, the absence of his touch felt almost criminal. Gon laid there completely and utterly satisfied as Killua moved around the room to tidy up.
After fixing himself up and getting dressed, he reached for his phone to pay through the app, his fingers still a little shaky. The transaction went through smoothly. With everything packed away, Gon followed him quietly to the front door, then watched as Killua slipped out, the door closing softly behind him.
Gon stared at it for a second. Then he sank.
His back hit the door as he slid down to the floor, legs folding beneath him. He let his head fall back with a quiet thud, eyes wide at first before slowly closing.
His limbs felt like jelly. Not in a bad way. In the very specific, very confusing kind of way that left his entire body relaxed and his heart pacing like it had just run a marathon. His chest still buzzed, and it had absolutely nothing to do with muscle tension, but more with the man who just left.
He dragged a hand through his hair and exhaled, somewhere between disbelief and awe.
Yeah. He was definitely booking that man again.
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The next few sessions were… well, different.
When he booked a home visit for the second time, he specifically requested for Killua. Before the man arrived for their second session, Gon may or may not have spent an embarrassing amount of time staring into the mirror beforehand, fixing himself up.
So yeah, he started trying.
One time, he answered the door with his hair down for a change, a soft oversized sweater sliding off one shoulder, bare legs peeking out from shorts that were definitely shorter than what he usually wore. He tried his best to look innocent. Innocent and cute.
The time after that, he tried upping his game. When he told his friend about this dilemma he was having, the blonde found it crazy and stupid but he knew how stubborn Gon was and gave him some advice anyway. So naturally, he tried the suggestions he was given. Like lighting up some scented candles and dimming the lights. He even set up some music since he’d read online that people would do that sometimes.
He even made a show of opening the door with flushed cheeks and towel-damp hair, claiming he “just got out of the shower” and “lost track of time.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, except the shower lasted twice as long as it needed to.
Every move, every look, every calculated sigh, Gon convinced himself it was subtle. Just enough to plant the idea. To him, it was nothing too forward or too obvious at all.
Except for how he kept glancing at Killua. Or the way he sometimes failed to keep still under his hands. Or how, during one particularly tense silence, he caught himself smiling into the headrest like a lunatic.
Subtlety, it turned out, was a slippery slope.
But in the end, Killua always treated him the same. He stayed professional, which slowly started to annoy the boy. Because every time those hands found a pressure point, every time Killua leaned in close to adjust his posture, every time Gon caught a glimpse of white hair and sharp eyes in the dim light, he forgot how to breathe.
The worst part was that Killua never even seemed fazed. Gon could be half-melted into the massage table, face flushed and lips parted, and Killua would look as neutral as ever. It made him wonder if the man was even into guys at all.
It became a little game the next few sessions… How far could he push it without actually saying anything? How much skin was too much skin? Would Killua notice if Gon made the same soft, appreciative noise every time his fingers worked into a knot near his hips? (He definitely noticed. He just didn’t say anything).
Gon was spiraling. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he wanted another massage or a full-blown intervention. But eventually, all signs pointed to one undeniable truth:
He was, very simply, ridiculously horny.
And if it meant getting that incredibly attractive masseur to sleep with him, well… Gon was fully prepared to risk it all.
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By the fifth appointment, Gon had completely run out of excuses.
His back hadn’t hurt in weeks. His shoulders were loose, his posture better, and he’d even started sleeping better, no tension, no soreness, nothing remotely justifiable for booking another session with the same masseur.
He was always requesting Killua. Always scheduling on weekends. Always acting casual about it when Bisky took his call, though she definitely knew what was up by now. She never commented, though. She just confirmed the booking, chirpy as ever, and Gon would hang up with a strange little buzz in his chest that had nothing to do with muscle pain.
Gon, however, was now hanging on by the thinnest thread of self-control. The line between genuine muscle tension and dramatic excuses to see Killua again had been thoroughly blurred. His mind had been a mess of seduction tactics and how to make Killua notice him.
It was twenty minutes before Killua was set to arrive. Gon sat cross-legged on the floor, speakerphone on, scrolling through movies on netflix.
“I just don’t get it,” Gon muttered, chewing on his lip. “I’ve tried everything short of offering myself on a silver platter. The candles, the dumb playlist...”
“Yeah,” came Kurapika’s unimpressed voice through the phone. “You’ve tried everything except asking him out, apparently.”
As if he didn’t hear that last part, he sighed. “Do you think he’s even into guys?” Gon said, flopping back against the couch.
“You could literally just ask him that too.” Kurapika sighed. “Normal people communicate, Gon.”
“Oh my God, I can’t just ask him if he’s gay! What if he thinks I’m being unprofessional? What if he complains and I get banned from that place?”
“I get where you’re coming from, but maybe it wouldn’t be so weird if you guys have talked at least once or twice in those four sessions… like, I don’t know, small talk or something. You did make small talk, right?”
“Yes, obviously,” Gon said, sitting up. “We’ve talked… a bit. He’s not a robot. I ask him stuff, he asks me stuff. It’s… conversational!”
Kurapika hummed. “Uh-huh. So did you ever ask if he’s seeing anyone? Or if he’s ever mentioned past relationships?”
Gon hesitated. “…No.”
“Seriously?”
“He’s always so focused during the session!” Gon said defensively. “And I wasn’t gonna be like, ‘So how’s your love life?’ while he’s elbow-deep in my spine!” Gon groaned, flopping dramatically back onto the couch. “It’s weird! I don’t want to be weird!”
Before the blonde could respond, “Oh God,” Gon mumbled. “What if he’s actually straight? What if I’m just some deluded idiot lighting candles for a man who goes home to his girlfriend and laughs about how weird his clients are?”
“Okay, stop. You’ve been dancing around this for weeks. You like him, right? You’re into him?”
Gon made a helpless noise. “Yes! Obviously! I would climb him like a tree if given the chance!”
Kurapika made a pained noise of his own. “Please never say that again.”
“Sorry.”
“Anyway,” Kurapika pressed, “you don’t have to throw yourself at him, but you can ask a question that’s a little more… personal. Something low-stakes. Like ask about his weekend and see where it goes.”
Gon dragged his hands down his face. “That sounds so easy when you say it.”
“That’s because it is easy. You’re making it harder because you’re afraid of rejection. Which is fair, but if he is straight, or taken, or just not into clients like that, wouldn’t you rather know than waste another week seducing your way into an HR complaint?”
“…No?”
“Then be direct! Make it sound casual, you’re good at that, remember?”
He tilted his head. “I am?”
“Yes. You’re naturally friendly. People like you, so stop spiraling and try acting like yourself for five minutes.”
A short pause came. “Fine, fine. I’ll… I’ll try.” Gon stood up and started pacing. “I’ll be casual. Like, ‘Hey Killua, any fun weekend plans?’ And if he says ‘I’m going wine tasting with my girlfriend,’ I’ll just die quietly and cancel all future appointments.”
“See? Was that so hard?”
“…I guess not.” He mumbled, lips forming a small pout.
“Good. Anyway, I have to hang up now, Pairo’s been bugging me to play with him.”
“Alright. Bye, Kurapika.” he ended the call. After placing his phone down, he grabbed a pillow and hugged it close.
It had been a long time since Gon was genuinely interested in someone. That kind of wanting was rare for him. Which probably explained why he felt so completely on edge about all of this, why he was overanalyzing everything.
To be fair, it’d also been a while since he’d gotten laid. And now here he was, half-hoping his masseur would pin him to the table and make a mess out of him. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud. But the longer this went on, the harder it was to ignore the heat curling in his stomach every time Killua so much as touched his shoulder or adjusted his posture. It was ridiculous. And kind of pathetic. But he was too far gone to stop now.
Gon checked the time again, pulse stuttering. Killua would be here any minute.
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Minutes quickly passed, and soon, there was a knock at the door. Gon heard it and quickly rushed over coming from the kitchen, fixing his shirt a little bit before he sighed and opened the door.
Brown eyes met blue immediately when he did, and the silver haired male reacted with a soft smile. A smile that, unfortunately for Gon, was enough to make him forget every word he planned to say.
“Hey.”
“Hi..”
Gon stepped aside to let him in, his head blatantly turning as he stared.
As Killua crouched to unzip his bag and started laying out the folded sheets, he gave Gon a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Fifth session already?” he said. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”
Gon blinked, trying not to look guilty. “What? I’ve been stressed.”
Killua huffed a quiet laugh, turning back to his setup. “Stressed enough for five sessions in a month?”
“That’s not that many.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining, just surprised. Most people wait a month between sessions. You’re practically on a weekly subscription.”
“Yeah, well…you’re good at what you do.”
Gon cleared his throat and turned toward the hallway. “Anyway, I’ll go get ready!”
And as Gon padded off toward the bathroom, his heartbeat spiked again, because despite all of Kurapika’s insistence about being casual, that advice had evaporated somewhere between Killua’s smirk and his muscles. All Gon could remember now was the other part…
Be direct.
Which was probably a terrible idea. But also, maybe… not? What did that even mean in this situation? Strip naked and confess to a crush mid-massage? He’d be lucky if the man chose not to sue.
He shut the bathroom door behind him and leaned against it for a second, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were already flushed. “Get a grip,” he muttered, yanking his shirt over his head.
The thing was… up until now, he’d always kept his shorts on. Every session. It was his self-imposed line, the last shred of dignity he had while Killua’s hands worked over him like they knew exactly how to pull him apart. But today… he hesitated only for a second before pushing them down too, kicking them aside with a mix of panic and exhilaration. All that was left now was a towel slung low on his hips, barely clinging to modesty.
It’s not like getting naked for a massage was unheard of. Plenty of people did it, and some didn’t. It all depended on comfort, right? And today, Gon decided maybe a little change wouldn’t hurt.
By the time Gon stepped back into the room, Killua had already finished setting everything up.
He cleared his throat lightly, one hand braced against the doorframe.
“Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” he asked, a little sheepish.
Killua looked up at the sound of Gon’s voice, his movements stilling as his gaze lifted. For a beat, he didn’t say anything. His eyes traveled briefly, but unmistakably. From Gon’s hair which was usually up but was now down, to the faint line of collarbone and down to where the towel hung low on his hips.
Then Killua blinked, like snapping out of a daze, and offered a faint smile. “Ah. No, you’re good,” he said, voice a little slower than usual, almost like it took him a second too long to remember what Gon had even asked.
“Hey,” Gon said after a moment, walking towards him. “I was thinking…”
Killua glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
With an innocent smile, he nodded toward the bed behind him. “Would it be okay if we did it there today? The bed’s comfier.”
He’d read somewhere that some people preferred getting massages on their couch or bed instead of a table. The thought kind of appealed to him.
Killua’s eyes darted from the table to the bed, then back to Gon. “You want it on the bed?”
“Mhm,” Gon said, adjusting the towel wrapped low around his waist. “If that’s alright with you.”
“Sure, we can do that. I’ll uh… move my stuff.”
Gon watched him fumble a little with the bottles and towels, shifting things around.
Once Killua finished with the setup, Killua turned to speak, and he faltered, just for a second, when his eyes met Gon’s.
“…Ready to get started?”
“Killua, wait.”
His hands paused.
“Hm?”
Gon hesitated. “I, uh…” he stepped forward, looking up at him. “Can I just—can I say something before we start?”
Killua nodded, cautious.
“I want you to fuck me.” he said flatly. “I don’t want your hands on my shoulders unless they’re pushing me down. I don’t want you touching my back unless you’re pressing me into the bed.” he walked closer towards him, looking up to meet his gaze.
What the hell am I doing…
“I want you to fuck me, Killua.”
Stunned by the bluntness, Killua let out a low, amused laugh under his breath. Chuckling as he dragged a hand through his hair.
“Yeah? Fuck, you’re so cute.”
Killua stepped closer, eyes fixed on Gon. His stare traveled down, eyes dragging from the flush of his cheeks and then down to the towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’ve been acting like a tease for weeks,” he said, stopping just a breath away. “Dropping hints, pushing buttons, giving me looks like you wanted me to lose control.“
He tilted his head, just slightly, lips curling into something sharp. “You think I didn’t notice? The way you’d stretch in front of me? The way you’d make those sounds when I touched you? Like you wanted me to grab you by the hips and make you beg.”
This is insane. This is insane. This is insane.
Gon’s breath caught hard in his throat, heart thudding so loudly he was half-sure Killua could hear it.
“You want me to fuck you? Fine.”
In a second, Gon’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, Killua’s hands on his waist, towel clutched tight in his fists as he crowded in close. Gon barely had time to catch his breath before Killua’s mouth was on his.
His mouth moved against Gon's, seemingly desperate to have him with every press and part of their lips. The kiss was nothing but hasty, reminding them of every single moment they had almost crossed the line with each other.
Killua angled his head and deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past Gon’s lips, tasting him as if he’d been longing for it for weeks.
Without fully breaking the kiss, Gon pushed gently at Killua’s chest and tugged him toward the bed. Killua followed without hesitation, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. They moved in sync, Gon walking backward, Killua matching each step until the back of Gon’s knees hit the edge of the mattress.
Gon sank onto the bed and reached out for him. Killua followed, crawling over until their lips met again.
One of Killua’s hands slid up, fingers curling around the side of Gon’s neck, thumb grazing just under his jaw. The other held the grip of the towel on his waist, as it was barely hanging on.
Killua placed his hand on Gon’s hold, and with one firm tug, the towel came loose. It slid away without resistance, baring Gon's body to the room's low light and to Killua’s unflinching gaze. He didn’t look away. His eyes drank in every inch of skin. Gon squirmed under the attention, flushed and aching and suddenly a little self-conscious, but Killua leaned closer and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his throat, and his lips.
“Perfect,” he murmured, lips brushing just beneath Gon's ear. “So beautiful.”
Then he sat back, kneeling between Gon’s spread thighs, hands going to his own clothes. Gon watched, still catching his breath, pupils blown wide as he took in the way Killua peeled his shirt off, muscles flexing beneath pale skin. He tossed it aside carelessly before impatiently sliding his pants down, revealing inch after inch of lean, hard lines. He kicked them off, underwear following, and suddenly there was nothing between them.
Holy shit…
Killua leaned down again, mouth finding Gon's with less restraint this time. Their bodies pressed together fully, finally.
Gon whimpered into it, his hands restless and needy, tracing over Killua’s bare shoulders. From his back to the dip of his spine. As their bodies moved and friction developed wherever their skin touched, his legs automatically tightened around Killua's waist.
Gon arched into him, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
Then Killua pulled back, just slightly, lips still hovering against Gon’s.
He rutted his hips slowly down, dick dragging against Gon’s with a friction that stole the breath from both of them.
Gon’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth parted, and a soft moan caught in his throat. “Killua…”
Killua sat back a little, just enough to reach down and wrap his hand around himself. He gave a slow, deliberate stroke, eyes locked on Gon’s flushed face while he did it. His breath hitched, jaw clenching as he moved, long fingers working himself with steady pressure. The tip of his dick was already wet, flushed deep red, and he let out a shaky breath, hips twitching into his own hand.
“Fuck,”
Gon watched, his eyes wide, and his cheeks burning.
A smile curled at the corner of Killua's mouth as he froze. He looked at the orderly stack of massage oils he had previously placed on the shelf next to the bed.
Leaning over and letting go of his dick, he grabbed one of the small bottles, the amber-tinted glass feeling cool in his palm.
Gon began, "What are you—" but Killua simply grinned.
He popped the cap open and held it between his fingers. An herbal scent hit them, almost too clean and mild for what he was about to do with it.
Killua poured a bit into his palm, the oil glistening in the low light.
He slicked his fingers with it slowly, deliberately, rubbing his hands together. Gon’s breath hitched, hips shifting slightly beneath him.
“Relax,” Killua said, voice low, coaxing. “I’ll take care of you.”
Killua’s fingers glistened with the oil, warm and slick between his hands as he knelt between Gon’s spread thighs, eyes dragging slowly over him.
“Keep your legs open for me,” Killua said quietly. “You can do that, right?”
Gon nodded, his thighs tensing as he spread them wider over the sheets. He swallowed hard and whispered, “Yeah. Yeah, I can.”
Killua leaned down and kissed him once more, before trailing off to the side of his mouth, going down to his throat. He nipped lightly at the skin there, just to hear the gasp Gon gave when his fingers finally moved lower, sliding down between his thighs and cupping him with a slick, hot hand.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured. “But you’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna let me stretch you open?”
Gon’s cheeks flamed even hotter, but he nodded, legs trembling slightly. “Mhm,”
Killua didn’t hesitate anymore. He slid his finger down and pressed directly against the tight entrance, giving Gon time to breathe through it. The coconut oil helped as it was slick and warm. Killua’s eyes never left his face as he pushed the first finger in slowly, watching every twitch of Gon’s brow, every shift in his breath.
Gon’s body tensed, but he didn’t tell him to stop. He let out a sharp breath, brows knitting close together.
Once he was in, all the way to the knuckle, he paused, gave Gon time to adjust, to feel it. Then he started to move, small shallow thrusts, curling his finger just enough to tease. Gon’s hips jerked slightly, legs tightening around Killua’s sides as he moaned, head falling back against the sheets.
“You’re tight,” Killua said under his breath, voice raw with restraint. “But you’re taking it so well…”
He added a second finger causing Gon to whine, legs shaking a bit now. His eyes fluttered shut as he stretched around the intrusion. It hurt a little, but it was drowned by the slick slide of Killua’s fingers working him open, pushing in deeper, curling and stroking just right until Gon let out a choked gasp and clawed at the sheets.
“F-Fuck, there—” Gon’s voice faltered, breath stuttering. “Killua~!”
With a smile on his face, Killua leaned in to give Gon another kiss, swallowing the soft moan that escaped his throat as he slid his fingers inside him, coaxing him open. He was all slick and patient, even though every nerve in his body was screaming to bury himself inside already.
“Almost ready,” he whispered against Gon’s lips. “Just a little more, baby. I want you to take all of me.”
And Gon who was flushed, wrecked, and trembling under him, nodded.
“Then do it,” he whispered. “I want it. I want you.”
Killua didn’t answer with words, he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said everything. The weeks of restraint had finally worn thin, and now he was going to take everything he had offered without holding back.
He carefully and slowly withdrew his fingers, enjoying how Gon whined over the loss. As he shifted up, Killua grabbed Gon's hips with both hands and roughly dragged him to the edge of the bed.
With one hand steady on Gon's hip and the other gripping the base of his dick, he rubbed the head against him first, watching Gon twitch and whimper beneath him.
“Stop it,” Gon breathed out, barely managing the words. “Please. Just fuck me already.”
Killua let out a low chuckle. And then he pushed in.
He pressed forward in one long, steady thrust, splitting Gon open around him, forcing his way deeper inch by inch. Gon’s back arched, hands flying to Killua’s arms, nails digging into his biceps as he cried out. The stretch burned, overwhelming and sudden, but at the same time it felt so fucking good. He could feel every inch of Killua, thick and hot and impossibly deep.
“Shit, Killua~” Gon gasped, the breath punched out of him. “Y-you’re… fuck, so big—”
Killua leaned down, one hand bracing beside Gon’s head while the other held his hip in a bruising grip. His breath was harsh in Gon’s ear as he fully seated his dick inside him, chest heaving against Gon’s.
He smirked. “You can take it. You wanted this, remember?”
He pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in. Gon cried out, his body seizing around him, legs tightening around Killua’s waist as he clung to him like he might fall apart. Killua set a fast and relentless rhythm immediately. The slick slide of oil made it easier, but the stretch still bordered on too much. Gon didn’t care. He was moaning with every thrust, babbling broken, half-coherent words, his head thrown back against the sheets.
Killua fucked him like he wanted Gon to feel it for days, hips snapping forward again and again, dragging loud, wet sounds from between their bodies. The bed creaked under the force of it. Gon was lost in it, the pleasure sharp and dizzying, overwhelming his senses. He could barely even think.
“You like this?” Killua breathed against his throat, teeth grazing the skin. “Like being fucked dumb?”
Gon whimpered, nodding frantically, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from how deep it was, how good it felt. “Y-yeah, fuck, please don’t stop~!”
He slammed into him harder, faster, chasing the way Gon’s body gripped him so tightly, so perfectly. He could feel Gon start to tremble, hear the way his moans pitched higher, wrecked and breathless and so fucking sweet.
Killua kept the pace like this. He’d been holding himself back for weeks and now every second was making up for it. He gripped Gon’s hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, dragging him down onto every thrust, fucking into him so deep Gon could feel it in his stomach.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Killua hissed through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he pounded into him. He leaned in low, nearly folding Gon in half as he pressed his forehead against Gon’s cheek, breath hot and ragged. “So fucking good, Gon.”
Gon choked on a moan, hands clinging to Killua’s arms and his nails raking down pale skin.
Gon couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. His back arched, legs shaking, thighs trembling around Killua’s hips as his dick throbbed untouched against his stomach. Killua grabbed the back of Gon’s knee and pushed his leg up higher, forcing him open even more, his dick dragging hard along that spot inside that made Gon cry out, loud and helpless, his body arching off the bed. Killua did it again, and again, holding Gon down as he fucked that spot on purpose now, watching him unravel under it.
Killua pulled out without warning, and Gon gasped sharply at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling, hole fluttering in the open air. He barely had time to catch his breath before Killua was grabbing him again. Strong hands were at his hips, flipping him onto his stomach like he weighed nothing.
“Up,” Killua ordered, voice thick and low. Gon shakily lifted himself, gripping the headboard, knees spread wide on the bed, flushed chest pressed down against the sheets. The position left him completely exposed, back arched, ass high in the air, dripping and red.
Killua took a second to admire the sight. Damn . Then he gave a firm smack to one asscheek, making Gon jolt a little.
“You look so fucking good like this,” Killua muttered, already positioning himself behind him again. “You knew what you were doing, teasing me until I snapped.”
He lined himself up and pushed in hard, sinking all the way in on the first thrust. Gon cried out, head dropping against the pillows as Killua buried his dick to the hilt. The new angle let him reach deeper, grinding against that spot inside that made Gon’s whole body tremble.
“F-Fuck~!” Gon sobbed, fingers clutching at the headboard.
Killua didn’t slow down. He grabbed Gon’s hips in a bruising grip and started pounding into him, fast and rough, wet slaps echoing through the room. His pace was merciless, hips snapping forward over and over.
Gon’s moans spilled freely, high and broken. “Ah! Agh~! Nnh~! K-Killua—harder~!”
Killua reached around to stroke Gon’s dick, and then drove into him harder, angling every thrust to hit that sweet, devastating spot inside him.
Gon screamed, legs nearly giving out. “Ahn~! Ah, fuck~! I-I’m gonna… Killua~!”
And soon, Gon came hard, untouched, body convulsing, cum spilling onto the sheets below as he sobbed through the high. “Nnnh~! Hah~! Killua!”
Killua groaned, the tight grip of Gon’s orgasm pulling him over the edge. “Fuck… shit,” His hips slammed forward one final time, and he came deep inside him, fingers still locked tight on his hips.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, and Gon slumped forward, trembling, Killua still buried deep, trying to catch his breath. Slowly, Killua leaned over and pressed a hot kiss between Gon’s shoulder blades.
He stayed buried deep, just for a few moments more, his breath still ragged against Gon’s back. Gon had melted beneath him, he was all soft and boneless, flushed all over and breathing in short, gasping little exhales as his body tried to recover from the climax. But Killua could feel the way Gon was still twitching around him, still open, still needy. It made him want more.
“You said you booked me for how long?” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to Gon’s shoulder, then another near the nape of his neck.
Gon let out a dazed, satisfied little hum. “Ninety minutes,” he breathed, almost slurring. “Was gonna ask for an extension if you didn’t… fuck me stupid already…”
Killua laughed against his skin, low and smug. “Tch. Greedy.”
And then, without warning, he rolled his hips again. Gon gasped, a long, drawn-out sound that ended in a needy little whimper. “Nnnh~! Killua!”
“If we still have time,” Killua teased, “Why not make the most of it?”
He pulled out with a slick, obscene sound, only to flip Gon onto his back again. Gon moaned at the movement, body still flushed and oversensitive, but he opened his legs easily, pulling Killua back in with a hazy, fucked-out grin. “Ah.. I guess you have a point.”
Killua leaned down and kissed him, tongues moving in lazy sync. It was filthy the way they tasted each other, mouths still hot and open from panting, the kiss smearing against lips swollen from moaning. Killua groaned low into it, dick growing hard again already, and it was still slick with oil and cum from the mess they’d made earlier.
When he pulled back, he stared down at Gon with half-lidded, hungry eyes. “I want you to ride me,” he said, voice low and firm. “Wanna see your face this time when you cum.”
Gon’s thighs quivered at the command, but he grinned, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”
Killua laid back and tugged Gon on top of him, hands firm on his hips. Gon settled over him, straddling his lap, hole still loose and glistening from the last round. He reached between them and lined Killua up again, mouth dropping open as he slowly sank down.
“F-Fuck~” Gon moaned, the stretch hitting different this time. He let himself sink down fully until his ass was flush against Killua’s thighs, his hands braced on his chest. “God… you’re still so—ahh~.. hard…”
Killua just groaned, head tipping back a little, his hands gripping tight around Gon’s waist. “Move.”
He started slow at first, taking his time getting used to the depth again. But Killua’s fingers dug in tighter, guiding him faster, urging him to bounce, to grind down harder. Gon gasped with each motion, noises spilling out of him in sweet, shameless little cries.
“A-Ahh~! Killua~ hah~! I c-can’t!”
“You can,” Killua smirked, thrusting up to meet each bounce. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Look at you.”
He reached up to thumb at Gon’s lips, watching him moan around the touch. “This what you pictured when you booked your ‘massage’? When you requested for me?” he teased. “Me under you while you ride my dick like you’ve been starving for it?”
Gon whined, thighs trembling. “Y-Yeah! God, yeah~!”
Killua grabbed his hips again and started bucking up harder, fucking into him from below now, making Gon cry out with every upward thrust.
Gon’s head dropped back, back arching beautifully as he bounced faster, voice high and wrecked with every sound he made. “Nnh~! Aah~! Hahh~! K-Killua~!”
Gon wrapped a hand around his own dick, stroking fast. He wanted to cum soon, and It wouldn’t take long, not with the way Killua was hitting him from underneath, not with the heat building again so quickly in his gut, not with the way he was already unraveling all over again.
“Gonna… gonna cum! Killua~!”
Killua felt Gon clench tight around him as he came again. So sweetly too, with a loud, helpless moan that echoed against the walls. “Ahnn~! F-Fuck~!”
His body trembled all over, thighs quaking as he spilled across Killua’s stomach in thick, warm ropes, his chest heaving as he collapsed forward with a strangled breath. Killua groaned through his own orgasm, jerking his hips up one last time before coming deep inside him for the second time, eyes shutting close as he emptied into Gon’s already-wrecked body.
The room went quiet but for their breathing. They were sticky and tangled, warm skin pressed together. Killua kept an arm wrapped lazily around Gon’s waist, the other stroking up his spine as Gon practically melted on top of him.
Neither of them moved for a while.
Eventually, Gon shifted, lifting his head to glance down at Killua’s face. His hair was a mess, strands damp with sweat. But god, he was still so handsome like that.
Killua smiled a little. “What, still got more energy?”
Gon gave a breathless giggle. “No way.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Gon nudged him gently, suddenly growing nervous for what he planned to say. “...So,” he said, playing with the edge of the sheet near Killua’s shoulder. “Uhm... I was kinda wondering something.”
Killua raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?”
Gon didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Do you, um… wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”
Killua blinked. He stared at Gon for a second, then tilted his head like he hadn’t quite heard him right. “Seriously?”
Gon winced a little, cheeks turning pink. “Well… yeah. I mean… I know this started because I booked you as my masseur and seduced you and all—”
“Very obviously too…” Killua added with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Gon muttered, but he was smiling too. “But I… I really like you. So I thought… maybe we could do something that isn’t just…” He gestured vaguely between their naked bodies. “...this.”
Killua stared for another beat. Then he let out a slow exhale, eyes softening as he reached up to brush a damp strand of hair from Gon’s face.
“You’re a dumbass,” he said, voice low but gentle. “But yeah. I’d take you out.”
Gon lit up with that. “Really?”
“Yeah. Of course.” Killua reached up again, threading his fingers into Gon’s messy hair, tugging him down into another kiss. When they broke apart, Gon stayed close, foreheads pressed together.
“I didn’t think you’d be into dating a client,” Gon whispered.
Killua chuckled at that, the sound low and slightly incredulous. He found it stupid, almost laughably so. Because how could he not be into a dork like Gon? Someone who smiled with his whole face, who said ridiculous things and actually meant them, someone who was incredibly clumsy with flirting, too.
He found it hard not to be interested in someone like that.