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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunter_X_Hunter
  Relationship:
      Gon_Freecs/Killua_Zoldyck
  Character:
      Gon_Freecs, Killua_Zoldyck
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Blow_Jobs, Shower_Sex, Anal_Sex, Aged-
      Up_Character(s), Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-05 Words: 6285
****** Slippery x When x Wet ******
by GhouliGhost
Summary
     Insanely desperate doesn't begin to cover Killua's sexual
     frustration; for lack of better words, and when Gon chooses to ignore
     him in his time of need, well, he's about to find out what happens
     when he pesters the uncontrollable beast right out of him.
Notes
     PLOTLESS SHOWER SMEX WHOOO.
     Inspired by and dedicated to HiatusxHiatus and war aus and awesomely
     goodness yes. Also by the author olivemeister who's like the fricken
     bad ass of killugon smut holy cow. And fluffiness. Check them out.
     +KIHANA CUZ YOU'RE CRAZY.
     I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SMUT IN OVER FIVE YEARS SO ENJOY CAUSE THIS IS
     REALLY RUSTY AND OUT OF SHAPE. I need to flex my porn muscles haha.
     Pelvic thrusting exercises here I come. Me and Hisoka.
     Brief mentions from my HORRIBLYCRAZYDETAILEDITSANNOYING story, The
     Light in Shadows, just in case anybody is like wtf kind of world is
     this haha. Enjoy.
                                        
                             Slippery x When x Wet
                                        
                                  “Hey, Gon.”
                                        
                                  No answer.
                                        
                                    “Gon?”
                                        
The sound of the drizzling water from the second shower head responded instead,
 the quiet tapping of droplets hitting that a head of raven hair which defied
                      all logic and dynamics of gravity.
                                        
“Gon.” Killua pressed again, feeling his left eyebrow twitch in annoyance. The
 tanner of the two was busying himself with scrubbing the dirt and grime from
    his messy locks, hands lost to the suds of the shampoo he was using and
effectively plastering that insanely upright hair to his forehead and neck. If
 Killua wasn't so irritated at being ignored, he'd be shaking with arousal at
 how attractive the guy looked right now with his hair wet. This was the first
 time he'd ever seen his hair actually down for a change, a look he could get
                used to if he really pushed the thought there.
                                        
 “Gon. Fucking. Freecs.” He tried, one last time, louder then necessary, voice
  rising in pitch to accentuate every last single punctuation of the ignorant
                                  guy's name.
                                        
But Gon was oblivious, like always, already carrying along to some random tune
  in his stupid-riddled brain like he was the only person in the room. And in
 reality he wasn't, Killua and Gon had already been showering in their stalls
    for the past ten minutes, exchanging a few words of witty banter before
 drifting off into their own work. The need to be clean after another hard day
   work of training was so ingrained in their brains that it was pretty much
automatic repetition by now. But Gon didn't have to take it so seriously as to
                            ignoreKillua outright!
                                        
 The young Zoldyck distantly wondered if his personal cleanliness routine was
               better trained then his skills in assassination.
                                        
    “Gon. Are you seriously ignoring me?” A resolute sigh knowing his words
 wouldn't be heard, Killua sagging forward against the thrum of lukewarm water
 drumming on his fluffy white hair. It felt relaxing; the heat from the liquid
 soothing his aching joints from a tiring lesson of 'How well can you pin your
 opponent to every single fuckingobject you can think of' which in Killua and
Gon's minds were 'How well can you practice showing off your flexibility in all
  these different sex positions with your clothes on thus sending your sexual
frustrations through the roof all the while hiding your very evident tenting in
   your pants' torture training. What a mouthful and not the mouthful he was
                            thinking about, either.
                                        
  The painful non-stop hard-on of thirteen hour work-outs was definitely not
                                 appreciated.
                                        
 And now; when they were finally able to be alone together, Gon was out right
 ignoring Killua to properly bathehimself for a change instead of climbing all
over the albino's pale, porcelain body like he usually did, because he knew Gon
so well and he wouldn't hesitate to do it, too. Every single time. He was like
a starving animal in heat whenever they had that brief moment at privacy; even
  Leorio and Kurapika were being nice to give them some space ever since they
        became an official couple and that was a stretch even for them.
                                        
   Killua couldn't understand why; now of all times, Gon had to be the self-
                     controlled one in their relationship.
                                        
 He looked so utterly at ease right now, his eyes shut and lips pursed in that
  cute little pout he did whenever he was thinking of something but couldn't
 quite process it verbally. The muscles of his back were fluttering while his
   hands flexed, using every ounce of strength he had in order to scrub the
remnants of dirt from his head and face. That bronze skin glistened with every
single crystal globule that clung to his body like a leech, craving the warmth
                                    there.
                                        
 Good thing Killua was drenched or his noticeable trail of drool would totally
 betray his intentions because, damn, he wish he could be those drops of water
         right about now caressing every inch of that addicting flesh.
                                        
 “Fuck.”he cursed under his breath, drowning his words when he dunked his face
  under the shower head and splashed some of it into his face to cool himself
 off. Gon standing naked there was so tempting, so delicious, and here he had
  just started getting over the residual pain of his earlier erection, too..
                                        
  But the cerulean eyed male knew he craved that fool of man ever since that
    first kiss that lead to a confession of love. He couldn't help himself.
                                        
            He really couldn't control himself, either, actually..
                                        
Not when he tossed in turned in bed every night with those wondrous dreams that
left him with an incurable deliriousness and insatiable hunger. He was becoming
exceedingly aware that even an hour locked away in a bathroom stall did little
to curb this desire and no amount of cold showers or stubborn will power could
                                 change that.
                                        
  With their busy schedules lately training and teaching Gon how to properly
wield his Nen, there had been little time for the two boys to actually be alone
       and have the energyor drive to do what really needed to be done.
                                        
           Have mind blowing, crazy out of control sex, simply put.
                                        
 Killua tried desperately to keep his thoughts in line and his eyes focused on
 the knobs to the water temperature controls but he was unable to pry his gaze
 from stealing glances to the side at Gon every so often, who was now lowering
  his hands with a bar of soap down his body. Those long, powerful fingertips
 were dropping agonizingly slow, carefully caressing every inch of that honey-
speckled skin until it practically glowed in the dim lighting. It was lathered,
  bubbling with the scent of fresh mint that had Killua's nose instantly perk
                                with interest.
                                        
  And as Gon's hands moved downward, Killua felt something else of his goup.
                                        
               Shitting fuck, fuck that jack ass is taunting me.
                                        
“Oh, hell no.” he grit his teeth, muttering, and tore his eyes away, squeezing
them shut so tightly it felt like his cheeks might bruise from the pressure. He
 would not give in. Not this time. If that damned Freecs was going to think he
  had control of this situation right about now he was sowrong it wasn't even
funny. Killua wouldn't back down. He told himself this was just a challenge, a
                   war within him he could easily will away.
                                        
The stirring in his lower groin and pooling of heat in his gut spoke otherwise,
  laughing as it mocked him, told him; You're losing this battle, and Killua
   fought back the urge to moan out loud because he knew the outcome already
 before it even happened. His hands smacked against his cheek, cutting off any
 further protest, and he dropped his head against the cooling wall in front of
                        him in admission of his defeat.
                                        
                      “Fuck you, Gon. Fuck you so hard.”
                                        
                            No, no. Fuck me hard .
                                        
    Long fingernails scrabbled at damp snowy locks and Killua almost whined
   audibly, shaking his head and some of the water from his skin. Curse his
     thoughts. Curse his hormones. Curse the whole world for all he cared.
                                        
           He didn't manage to bring himself in cursing Gon, though.
                                        
Striding purposefully as he threw all inhibition out the window, Killua twisted
 the nob of the shower head off with more force then necessary. The screech of
 its plastic frame threatened to break from his grip but that wasn't all that
   would be breaking under his grip when he had his claws sunk into it soon.
 Turning on his heel, the squishy squelch of his padding footsteps were barely
   discernible as he walked around the small brick wall that separated their
 shower stalls. Even with how well-trained he was at covering the sound of his
   own movements, the residual water did little to hide his presence when he
 marched right up to Gon and grabbed hold of both his shoulders before the guy
                           could even move an inch.
                                        
  The surprised gasp the darker of the two boys made was stifled when Killua
pulled him around and slammed his mouth over the others, all teeth and tongues
meeting in that one moment with a click. It was painful, stinging and the faint
metallic tang of blood was there, but Killua couldn't care less. When his arms
  encircled that delectable hunk of hot, golden skin against his, he actually
  moaned into the kiss since their groins were now pressed flush against each
    others. Apparently Gon had been hiding his own arousal from Killua; his
             ignorance feigning his true intent this entire time.
                                        
Well, that would be easy to solve now that it was out in the open, wouldn't it?
                                        
Gon responded immediately, his lips moving just as eagerly as his hips did when
 they picked up a familiar rough paced rhythm that had Killua seeing stars and
  his vision blurring in pure unbridled lust. Gon's large hands was gripping
 Killua's hips like a life-line, nails digging red lines that would definitely
  leave marks later, moving him forcibly up and down just the way he wanted.
 Their bodies were grinding fast and hard now; so soon, unstoppable once they
   finally gave into their hidden desires. Killua lost all semblance of his
  control right then and there when the tips of their cocks brushed, ripping
   another low, husky groan from his throat that Gon eagerly swallowed up in
                                 another kiss.
                                        
   Their tongues, twisted and turned in an erotic dance to the beat of their
 frantic, erratic heart beats. Everything was escalating so quick that Killua
      had no time to react when Gon swung their bodies around and had him
 successfully pinned between the two shower knobs. Gon hadn't even bothered to
shut off the water; the scalding heat just making the fire in them both blossom
                       like a raging inferno, maddening.
                                        
“Killua.” Gon's growl rumbled against Killua's lips, past the line of leftover
  saliva there, shaking the ex-assassin from his head down to the tips of his
   toes. Those swollen, achingly soft lips were peppering kisses along that
angular jaw line of the young Zoldyck, sucking and biting their way over to his
   ear where his tongue teasingly played with the shell of his lobes like an
     expert at hypnosis. Because, damn, Killua was definitely hypnotized.
                                        
“Fuck,yes..” a gasp, Killua's body arching into Gon's, their erections brushing
again however brief before he felt Gon pull away. He partly whined, missing the
 delicious friction against his groin, but his half-lidded eyes squeezed shut
when sharp teeth bit hard into his neck and elicited another excited groan from
the teenager, shivers taking over in his lust-induced adrenaline haze. “Gon..”
                                        
“You're so beautiful.” Gon's words weaved a spell over him that Killua couldn't
   break free from nor did he want to, those feather light touches traveling
  lower. Tongue, teeth, and mouth were carving a path across that pale torso;
  equally muscled and lithe to match the nature-lover's own, but so much more
 refined, sculptured. He was fragile, delicate in appearance but hidden behind
that fragility was a sharp, quick lashing that Gon loved to be on the receiving
 end whenever he could. If anything to have that porcelain prize crawling back
        into his lap by the day's end. “So fucking beautiful, Killua.”
                                        
 By the time Killua managed to clear the fog from his head enough to respond,
    Gon was already on his knees and palming the throbbing hardness between
Killua's thighs so skillfully that Killua wondered if Gon had toomuch practice
    in this talent if he was this good. Thick, calloused hands were sliding
  smoothly up and down like a pro that had Killua buckling at the knees if he
hadn't steadied himself with one hand on the wall and the other grasping Gon's
              hair so hard he might as well rip out some strands.
                                        
The Freecs boy didn't pay any heed to Killua's grip, thumb rubbing lazy circles
of the head on his boyfriend's already dripping cock, those amber orbs burning,
 intently focused in his work that Killua highly doubted even a bomb going off
  would make the guy look away. The rising blush gathering up to the tips of
Killua's ears was probably beyond noticeable right about now, but he threw all
 shame out the window just to immerse himself in the feeling raging throughout
                        his veins at this very moment.
                                        
The dark, passionate look in those honey-yellow eyes was also a major turn-on,
too. Most of Gon's looks actually could keep the ex-assassin hard for days, but
              he'd never admit to thatfact at least to his face.
                                        
 “Killua really missed this, didn't he?” said Gon suddenly, in that low, deep
 seductive tone he always used when trying to bring Killua tumbling down with
 wanton need, “Killua missed me touching his cock like this, making him scream
  and cry with mind-numbing pleasure. I missed this, too, all of this. Every
 single inchof this that's mine.” Gon accentuated his own words by sliding his
hand down and cupping the others balls, squeezing, while his thumb massaged the
 swollen head in unison. Killua bit his lip hard enough to draw blood in order
to stop the loud decadent howl buried in the back his throat, less he want the
          other recruits in their bunker catching onto their antics.
                                        
   As good as it felt, he did not need the play by play of their amazing sex
     spread to every gossiping ear out there. Gon was his alone, only his.
                                        
And; damn , Gon knew just how to make Killua feel like every ounce of his being
  belonged to this guy too, ten fold. He adored that possessive feel from his
                      boyfriend. Oh God , he really did.
                                        
 Gon Freecs had him memorized so well, like lines on the back of his hand only
   much easier to read, and despite the lack of memory the shameless bastard
possessed; he managed to master every single sweet spot on Killua's body like a
map. He weaved his spells well, tips of his fingernails slowly scratching lines
along every pulsating vein on Killua's manhood until he really thought he would
topple over from the uncontrollable quaking in his legs if he didn't stop or do
  somethingelse to quench his ravenous hunger. This building, blinding need.
                                        
 “Fuck, Gon, so good. Right there.” Killua's head thudded just under the water
nozzle, the pounding of water raining down on their skulls almost felt as hard
               as his heart beat pounding against his rib cage.
                                        
 “Right here, Killua? You really like it right here?” Gon's whispered inquiry
  blew hot air against Killua's length when he spoke; giving him pleasurable
    shivers up his spine, as he was cradling it with a gentleness that even
astounded Killua. A small pink tongue poked out between those split bloody lips
from their earlier rough make-out session and tentatively reached out to fondle
the head until just a bit of the foreskin pulled back to reveal the sensitive,
                          glossy pinkness underneath.
                                        
Killua hissed, squirming, toes curling, and unconsciously dug his nails deeper
 into his boyfriend's hair but still not far enough in to reach his scalp. He
   dared himself a look through his hazy fog to watch the split second those
delectable lips of Gon's were closing in on him, sliding him inch by inch until
   his teeth scraped the skin of his pelvis and he wouldn't miss the imagery
                before him for all the chocolate in the world.
                                        
 “O-oh G-god yes.. Gon, Gon.” He groaned and Gon; like the amazing unexplained
sex experthe was, already figured out the rhythm he wanted when his head began
 bobbing back and forth in a steady pace. His teeth were scraping lightly and
tongue toying with the head of his cock like he was highly qualified in the art
 of giving head. Killua absently wondered where the hell Gon's gag reflex went
  because, damn, he could feel the back of his throat and his whole body was
      arching, hips rocking subtly to the rhythm Gon entranced him into.
                                        
 The coiling in his belly was pure bliss; a little taste of heaven Killua hung
   onto for as long as he was able. Somewhere in the trance-inducing fantasy
   Killua had dipped himself into, he felt a stray, warm finger worm its way
 between his thighs and didn't hesitate to hook a finger into his tight hole;
making Killua rise to the tips of his toes with a surprised gasp. He jerked up
 into Gon's mouth, bumping against the roof of his jaw, and sent an apologetic
glance down at his boyfriend who was glaring threateningly at him even with his
                 lips firmly clasped over another man's dick.
                                        
The sun-kissed guy never looked more hotter in his entire life to Killua, even
    when he was on the receiving end of such looks that meant both pain and
                       pleasure for him in the long run.
                                        
  Relaxing a little into the touch, he guided himself back against the finger
 well lubricated by the nonstop drizzle of water overhead, groaning as it slid
 into him almost as sweetly as Gon's mouth slid over his length. He rocked on
the balls of his feet, trying to be gentle in his subtle thrusting but steadily
losing himself to the intoxicating sensations of being filled and surrounded on
both ends, not even noticing when Gon had managed to press a second finger into
him when his head bobbing sped up in pace. That other dexterous, free hand had
    found his balls and was just adding to the ever-building bulk of self-
indulgence Killua relished in. His tongue was coiling like a snake around him,
 wrapped around the head and coaxing the gathered pre-cum out of the slit, and
  Killua was pretty much in pieces by then, a moaning, incomprehensible mess.
                                        
                               “Gon. Gon. Gon.”
                                        
 He was almost there, the edge cresting on the shore in the closing distance.
 The bubbling inside his gut was growing, twisting, turning, and the feelings
were becoming almost nigh unbearable. Both pain of being stretched and pleasure
 of Gon's moist caverns grasping his pulsating member in his iron grip was too
 much for Killua Zoldyck to handle. He was losing himself blindingly fast. His
  claws dragged across the wall behind him, desperate to hold onto something,
 when he found the knob and grabbed onto it for dear life. His other hand was
 almost lost in Gon's crazily messed up raven locks, the scalp of his head hot
   against his fingertips. If anything to keep himself steady, hold onto the
                          feeling until the very end.
                                        
  “I'm close.” Killua fought for air as he squeezed his eyes painfully shut,
panting from lungs overtaxed and exhausted; desperate for air, desperate for a
release,“I'm so c-close, ah, G-Gon, fuck yes, please. Don't s-stop. Y-yes! Gon.
                                     Gon!”
                                        
 Just as he thought that tidal wave of feeling was about to rush right out of
him in a pleasurable stream of sweet relief, all the sensations were gone in an
a split instant. They ripped right out of him so quick it actually hurt beyond
 measure, leaving the helpless Zoldyck breathless and winded like he had just
  took one of Gon's Nen 'Rock' punches to the stomach. He truly felt wounded.
When Killua managed to catch his breath enough to force his blue eyes open, he
   was met with a pair of hazelnut brown ones staring at him with thatoh-so
    familiar look, and it sucked all the air out of him in one fail swoop.
                                        
Raw lust, primal and completely animalistic. A starving predator eyeballing its
                        next meal, its delectable prey.
                                        
Killua opened his mouth to say something; anything, but he found himself being
 flipped around and slammed roughly into the space between the two shower head
knobs. Stars danced across his vision and not the good kind, either. His cheek
   was squished against the cool brick until he bruised his jaw and even his
  erection was uncomfortably crammed between him and the hard brick, not even
remotely enjoying the scratchy feel of it against his overly sensitive hardened
 flesh. He squirmed a little, trying to pull back with his words still on the
 tip of his tongue, but Gon kept one hand firmly in place on his head and held
                                   it there.
                                        
 “Ne, Killua.” Gon said, his words sounding somehow distant and Killua faintly
 wondered if the man had officially lost himself in the madness that was their
raging hormones, “You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you? Killua likes
it rough but he never admits to it. And he really, really loves it when I tease
him like this.” Sharp nails pierced pale skin, another excited hiss hitting the
  air, and abruptly the lither of the two boys found his pelvis being pulled
   backwards, bending his spine erratically in order to maintain the forced
 position. Muscular calves wedged their way between still-shaky knees, pushing
 them apart, and Killua felt something hard and thick sliding against his rear
                            end, hotter then coals.
                                        
 “Killua's always so shy and embarrassed. I wish he would admit it when he was
 needy and horny like how he is right now, in front of me. Especially when he
 stands just a few feet away stealing glances at me like I don't even notice.”
  Shit, he knew. A rough palm managed to worm its way up over his hip and was
   stroking Killua again, unsteadily quicker then before and his whines were
muffled against the brick and he figured; hell, who cares if he knew, not if he
   could keep doing things like this then he wouldn't bother to give a damn.
                                        
    Again, the tip of something really large and pulsing was probing at his
entrance now, just pushing and pulling away like it wasn't sure whether or not
   it should go in yet. Killua felt his hole actually twitch, betraying his
  nervousness in loo of his desperate need for contact. How long had it been
 since Gon was inside of him? Days? Weeks maybe? The dates on the calender had
  all become so blurry, Killua couldn't even last remember when they even had
                sex, too engrossed in their training to notice.
                                        
   He'd make sure to pay better attention next time, especially if it meant
                   another repeat of this enticing scenario.
                                        
 The roughness of Gon's pectoral muscles pressing against his back was warm, a
  few stray chest hairs Gon missed in his effort to stay clean and shaven was
  tickling against his shoulder blades. If Killua hadn't been so high on the
   opium that was Gon Freecs he might have laughed at the touch.“Then,” Gon
  continued like what he was doing, torturing the ex-assassin to the brink of
 insanity, was perfectly okay which it was to Killua, for now, “maybe I'd let
 him come sooner. Killua really wants to come, doesn't he? Killua really wants
  it bad. ” Big, strong muscular arms were wrapping around his middle, lazily
stroking him now, had Killua whimpering for more. Slowly but surely the pulsing
 member of Gon's erection was pushing against him, inhim, carefully persuading
 Killua's tight inner walls to yield to him like the lustful, mesmeric way Gon
        was whispering in his ear all the lewd things he wanted to do.
                                        
                Damn, when did it become so hot in here, again?
                                        
  Gon was infiltrating Killua's defenses like a seasoned expert; he knew just
where to nudge and bump in order for him to break away his guard, open himself
for him. He was putty in the bronze-skinned man's hands, melting, oozing around
 him, and the low throaty cry of Gon sheathing himself to the hilt inside his
   aching, burning core was too much for the helplessly needy ex-assassin to
                                  comprehend.
                                        
  “F-fuck.” Killua keened, bending erratically with his ass flush against the
others pelvis, the long, thick shaft inside of him felt better then he thought
 it ever would. Even if it had been awhile and with little preparation; spare
  for the little bit of water used as lubricant, it felt amazing to have his
 boyfriend back in him, no matter how much it stung or throbbed like a distant
                reminder that it really had been much too long.
                                        
 The Zoldyck definitely considered the idea of a sex schedule right about now.
                                        
  “Killua does want me to fuckhim, yes, he does.” Gon agreed, the agonizingly
 slow movement of his hips pumping himself in and out so sweetly made Killua's
knuckles turn white and his blunt nails digging into his palms until they bled.
 “And I really want to fuck him, too. Until he can't stand for days and has to
 pretend he's sick in order to get out of training. Leorio will have to write
Killua a fake doctor's note and Kurapika will bow his head making all kinds of
  excuses up while Killua's back in bed riding my cock until he's nothing but
                         screaming numb with pleasure”
                                        
 That bastard. Gon knew exactly how Killua loved it, so well it was almost too
  embarrassing to think about. How he would give anything right about now to
   pound himself on that perfect, alluring cock until his body exploded with
ecstasy and his vision went into that black void where nothing but him and Gon
  existed. The rising facial flush was betraying him and Gon could see it in
  plain sight, smiling out of the corner of his vision like the cheeky ass he
                                     was.
                                        
   A yelp made him jump slightly so his cheek scraped on the brick. Gon was
 pinching his hardened buds with the ends of his nails, scratching, and Killua
bit back the heady groan that begged for more, begged to have his eyes roll and
 his body break in their haste to satisfy their crazy urges. He did need this,
 he really needed this, just like Gon said. And all this torturous, snail-like
                   paced things was driving him utterly mad.
                                        
   “P-please.” Killua whimpered desperately, blinking through the flurry of
  droplets raining onto his face when Gon took a fist full of white hair and
yanked his head back to have better access of the most sensitive spots he knew
would have Killua weak in the knees and moaning like a professional porn star.
 Teeth and tongue were making quick work of Killua's racing thoughts, licking
 and nipping all along his jawline and neck, making him shudder, but he still
   managed a shaky exhale anyway. Even through that throbbing member easily
 sliding in and out of him now that he had become accustomed to the girth, he
  pressed on, needing more. “G-Gon. F-fuck,you gotta go f-faster. P-please.”
                                        
“Why should I?” Gon grinned like a Cheshire cat even though he was actively the
 dogin this relationship. The 'horn-dog' to be specific. “I love seeing Killua
like this. Needy. Wanting. Killua likes it when I torture him by going ever so
   slowly and all he wants to do is be rough and fast. See? I was right.” He
 leaned forward, biting down on the small ear and a high-pitched cry tore from
Killua's throat, ringing in the room like a chime, clear as day. The screech of
his nails dragging down the brick wall mixed in with his throaty sounds and it
  only made the smirk on Gon's face widen a fraction bigger. “Killua likesit
                                    rough.”
                                        
  Whining and whimpering like a pent-house whore, Killua thrust his hips back
 into Gon's and pushed back to meet those tiny little movements, digging into
those hip bones to make his arousal painfully clear. He felt the hot, throbbing
   shaft slip against him and the tickle of thick pubic hair brushing on his
  backside. He was moaning shamelessly aloud at Gon's words and no longer in
   denial. “F-fuck yes, G-Gon. I like it rough! Fucking give it to me rough
 already. Stop teasing me! Stop being mean. Just FUCK me!” He leaned forward,
 lifting his ass higher for the other male to see, to feel, to fuck senseless
 until his cheeks were black and blue for all he cared, forehead pressing into
 the wall, “ F-fuckme, Gon! Fuck me like you mean it! C-come on! Damnit, Gon-”
                                        
                                    SMACK.
                                        
   The swift slap of his ass stung him into silence, his body resisting the
 instinct to pull away from the sharp lancing pain Gon had just given him, but
 was soon easily replaced by the slam of hips clashing with hips as the Freecs
boy obliged, his patience just as thin as Killua's. The snowy-haired guy almost
  came crashing down from the sudden jolt in motion if it hadn't been for the
fact Gon's arms were wound incredibly tight around his gut and the ex-assassin
       hadn't flung his hands out to grab hold of the wall for support.
                                        
  His nails were clawing at the brick to the point it left scratch marks and
 Killua couldn't care less if someone found them later because he was finally
   getting what he wanted all along. Gon was pounding into him with reckless
  abandon, jostling the pale body back and forth on his feet fighting to stay
 cemented to the floor if it weren't for all the water puddling there from the
 shower head. His slick bangs were smacking him in the forehead almost as hard
    as his own cock slapping himself in his abdomen every time his body was
            forcefully rocked from the strength of Gon's thrusting.
                                        
  He thanked the heavens, the gods, and even hell he had a boyfriend who was
 extremely muscular from the broad shoulders to the circumference of his bony
  ankles. And right now, Killua was really appreciating those pelvic muscles
assaulting his rear end like a life or death sentence. He knew his ass would be
 a nice shade of lovely blue by morning at the rate and speed Gon was moving.
 The rough, hoarse pants and grunts from behind him was addicting, the Zoldyck
  craving more of it, more noise, more of that heat, more of that essencejust
                           waiting to overfill him.
                                        
 “H-harder, G-Gon. Fuck,that's the spot.” he keened, feeling the tip of Gon's
   insanely large manhood brushing that part inside of him ever so slightly,
teasingly, and he bent forward even further if anything to position himself in
   just the way that would give him that feeling full force. Legs spreading
  impossibly far, he managed to hook one of his ankles around Gon's own leg,
 steadying himself, and he arched like a bow, crying out when he succeeded in
                attaining that gratification. “Fuckingyes!Gon!”
                                        
 Gon seemed to notice what Killua was hinting at and sped up his actions, skin
 slapping slick with water and sweat mingling as one, sticking to them like a
  second skin that would need more then one day of scrubbing to remove. Right
  before his eyes his once cold, steel-armored boyfriend; highly skilled and
 trained to kill and assassinate with an emotional, detached skill, was coming
undone and unwound like your hundred dollar whore and he wasn't more turned on
                         in his life then he was now.
                                        
“Killua's my little slut, isn't he?” He grunted, breath barely keeping up with
 his immense speed. He may be a powerhouse but speed was never his specialty,
 not unless it came to this with Killua just begging for more. He could afford
  to fast then, no matter how much effort he had to put into it. “L-loves it,
 fuck, loves it when I do it fast and hard. B-begs for it every second, y-yes.
                  Oh, fuck,yes that's good. Killua. Killua.”
                                        
  “Gon. Gon.” Killua moaned in repeat, a broken record, and he threw his head
   back suddenly so droplets splattered, lavishing his face in the hot water
soaking him in its warmth but not nearly good as the warmth repeatedly plunging
 into him from behind. The growing plume of steam was beginning to fog up the
 entire room and he just knew the other recruits would be so pissed they were
wasting all this hot water when they couldn't give a flying fuck honestly. The
 floor was slick, slippery, but not nearly as wet as their bodies were at this
 very moment, drenched to the bone. Killua could only guess how long it would
       take for their hair to dry at this rate, least of all their skin.
                                        
  The young Freecs reached forward, burying his hand in white locks again and
giving a jerking twist for good measure, loving the way Killua's voice hitched
 and his breath was sharp as daggers whenever he gasped and panted out loud at
  having his head bent backwards with his ass in tow, leaving his spine bent
   chaotically in the middle. It was an addictive sight indeed watching your
   boyfriend take it like the hungry animal he was, a hint of drool on those
 puffy, swollen red lips Gon wished he had kissed until they were bruised and
                                   bleeding.
                                        
He'd start with Killua's ass first then make his way to his mouth in due time.
                                        
 “I-I, oh god, f-fuck, so c-close, Gon. I'm getting c-close. So c-close! Gon.”
   Killua moaned huskily between grit teeth, eyes screwed shut while he was
 leaning back in Gon's vice-lock grip. His arms were shaking while fruitlessly
trying to scrabble and hang onto the wall to support him. His legs were shaking
 so hard he was sliding side to side every second Gon penetrated himself up to
 the hilt inside of him. From his head to his toes he was a shivering, sopping
 wet mess of what he once was and his shamelessness had no boundaries. Gon was
  already shameless to a fault so it was only right Killua matched him in the
           same state, at least to indulge in it for a little while.
                                        
   Gon nodded approvingly, enjoying Killua's once-in-a-lifetime honesty, and
  leaned further forward until his lips peppered kisses along that carefully
 sculptured neckline up to his lips until he was sucking the breath out of the
snowy-haired boy, leaving him dry. “I'm c-close, too, Killua. Killua. Come for
 me, okay? Come for me. Right now. Killua, fuck, come f-for me. I want to see
                           your face when you come.”
                                        
            “G-Gon, fuck,I'm c-coming. I-I'm, holy shit, Gon! Gon!”
                                        
                   “Killua.. C-come for me. Yes, K-Killua!”
                                        
True to his word; from the steadily pounding cock hitting his sweet spot every
 single thrust in and that powerful, dominating grip hold Gon had on him while
   he whispered, no, commanded him to come, Killua finally cried out at the
cresting of his long-awaited orgasm. It hit him like a freight train with each
  thick spurt of semen splattering against the wall and his abdomen in steady
  streams, completely draining him in an instant. He lurched forward into the
brick in order to keep himself from falling, placing all his weight against it.
Behind him, Gon, too, was groaning in his post-orgasmic daze, pulse after pulse
  of hot ejaculate filling him with pleasurable heat as those broad, powerful
    hands gripped him through the entire ordeal. A few more small grinding
movements later as the two men rode out the last of their highs and the two of
                      them collapsed to the floor, spent.
                                        
Killua leaned into the wall on his legs with Gon kneeling over and hugging him
   from behind, refusing to budge as they both panted in unison and tried to
regain some sense of normalcy of the world around them. It took them around ten
  minutes before Killua eventually croaked out a sound, voice rasp and hoarse
     from all the previous noise-making earlier. “Holy f-fuck that was..”
                                        
“Good. That was good.” Gon finished for him, his chest rumbling with his amused
chuckles, playfully grinding himself inside of Killua so the squelchy sounds of
 his cock swirling in his own cum could be heard. “Killua certainly felt good,
                               too, didn't he?”
                                        
  “Oh, shut up.” The blue-eyed boy retorted instantly, the flush on his face
 threatening to overwhelm every inch of pale skin on his cheeks and neck, “You
                            felt good too, idiot.”
                                        
           “Hell yes, I did. Being inside of Killua feels amazing.”
                                        
                             “Shameless bastard.”
                                        
   “But I'm your shameless bastard, Killua.” A cheeky grin. If Killua's arms
 weren't so numb from holding onto the wall he would have smacked the idiot's
             head with all the strength he possessed. Almost all.
                                        
 Nuzzling into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, Gon purred like a happy guy;
 eyes shut while the shower head had ceaselessly continued to pour drop after
 drop of sizzling hot water on them. They both wondered if it was possible to
 run their water supply dry or was it limitless, even when at war? Those raven
  locks that defied logic and gravity were now effectively weighted down in a
semi-permanent down hairstyle. It would take more then a little coaxing to get
 those strands standing back upright again, that was certain. “Killua feels so
   good.” he said distractedly, kissing the spaces between Killua's neck and
             shoulder, “I could just stay like this here forever.”
                                        
 Shivering at his own increased sensitivity he always had after they had sex,
Killua rubbed his damp eyes hard with the back of his wrist. He managed a small
  laugh, sighing and relaxing in Gon's embrace with the wall as his leverage.
  “Yeah. I could, too.” His nose twitched when he suddenly remembered a very
important fact that had been bugging him ever since this started and Killua sat
 up abruptly, taking the tanned idiot with him who was heavier then a boulder
   right now. The look on his face spoke nothing but seriousness in all his
blushing, flustered glory that Gon couldn't help but grin up at. “But don't you
ever dare ignore me like that again, you jack ass, or I swear I will be the one
                       making your ass sore for weeks!”
                                        
                                    “'kay.”
                                        
                           It was totally worth it.
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