Part of Killua said to pull away, to get up and leave because how could a killer like him deserve this?
The other part, however, is the one he listened to. The part telling him to lean into Gon's soft warmth and press his cheek against his boyfriend's chest. To hum when a calloused hand rubbed his back gently, slow circles.
He sighed in content, taking in the earthy, rich scent Gon emitted. His Gon.
His own hands relaxed on his broad shoulders, fingers grazing back and forth on the short hairs on his nape.
The silence was comfortable. It was always comfortable with them. He never felt the need to constantly speak as to avoid any awkward silence. It was... peaceful. Quiet. Blissful, even.
With the soft comforter wrapped around their half-naked body's, it felt like everything in the world stopped. The only thing that mattered to him in that moment was the warm himbo he cuddled up into.
He felt Gon chuckle before he heard it, the vibration deep in his chest, "you're like a cat, you know," he mused softly, brushing his white hair back.
"Hm? What's that supposed to mean?" He murmured, no real bite to his words.
He looked up and locked eyes with him, deep brown into his own blue, "you're all sassy for a moment and then a total cuddle bug the next. You're... sweet," he whispered gently.
Killua blushed but couldn't find the strength within himself to look away, "...embarrassing," he muttered.
Gon grinned, "you love it, you just don't want to admit it!" He added, pinching his cheek.
Killua half groaned, half laughed, bringing a hand up to hold Gon's. A rough thumb rubbed the back of his hand as they grasped onto each other, his own soft one tucked away in Gon's warm hold.
They stayed like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes and holding hands, their bodies entangled.
"I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes, settling into his pillow.
Even though he couldn't see it, he knew Gon was smiling, "I love you too, always."
Killua's lip turned up into a smile and he curled his legs up, resting his shins against Gon's torso.
Gon wrapped his arms around his back and held his tightly, "sweet dreams, my love," was the last thing Killua heard as he finally drifted into peaceful sleep.
/AN: Very short fic, I know I know. PMDD has hit me like a fucking freight train and I had zero motivation to work on anything so sorry that there hasn't been any updates or posts recently.
Im probably going to be taking a hiatus for a bit to like not be in a crisis situation? Idk. So if I don't come back for awhile assume I either died or I'm just not updating.
Anywho, have fun with this. Peace ✌️/
