Killua felt the bright light of the sun on his eyes as he drifted into consciousness. Sensations occurred to him one at a time—the stillness of the room, the lightness of the linen sheets against his skin, the warmth of the body curled next to him.
The seventeen year old's eyes blinked open as memories of the previous night drifted to the forefront of his mind—he and Gon had lost their virginity, quite spectacularly. He looked down at Gon whose head rested on his chest, and couldn't stop his blush as he remembered all that had occurred.
He moved a hand to play affectionately with the unruly tufts of Gon's hair and a pleased smile crept onto his face. He had been so despondent only 24 hours ago, convinced that Gon liked Hisoka and would never be interested in him. His heart raced anew as he remembered his surprise at finding the two of them waiting for him in a compromising position, and the copious amount of sex that followed. It was so surreal that if Gon weren't cuddled against him now, still nude from the night before, he would have thought it was just a crazy dream.
His heart fluttered as he recalled Gon's confession of love as they fell asleep, and was almost scared of how happy it made him.
Gon nuzzled Killua's chest as he roused himself from sleep, his head rising and falling in sync with the other young man's slow breathing. Cradled in Killua's arm and lying flush against him, Gon felt so perfect he knew this place must be made for him. Killua was combing his fingers through his hair, and Gon sighed in contentment. At this moment each and every thing in the world was right.
He moved his hand up to his friend's chest and traced a finger along his silky skin, reveling in the contrasting hardness of the muscles underneath.
"Good morning, Gon."
Gon smiled and shifted to look up at Killua, his smile brightening at the young man's drowsy, content expression.
"Good morning," Gon responded. He placed his hand more firmly on Killua's chest and pushed himself up, kissing him softly. The kiss was tender, both of their minds hazy with sleep. Killua's lips felt so plush against his own Gon never wanted to move away. When he finally did, he found Killua's eyes looking dazedly into his, a light flush dusting his cheeks.
Softness governed Gon's world as he climbed fully on top of Killua and pulled the cottony duvet over them, cocooning himself in linen and Killua's silky skin. He kissed the other young man deeply, submitting entirely to the taste and feel of Killua's mouth. Killua whimpered and arched up against him, making Gon's breath hitch and his skin feel hot. His fingers combed through feathery hair and his hips pressed into Killua's of their own volition. He pulled Killua against him, wanting to touch every bit of him, feel every bit of him, and press their bodies together as close as he could. The other young man's body felt like a missing piece of his own, and as they kissed and caressed Gon could feel their two bodies responding as one perfect thing.
His skin grew sensitive and every touch felt more stimulating than the last. Their mouths became desperate, aggressive, and a greedy heat spread through Gon until all he could feel was need. His skin felt hot but somehow Killua's felt even hotter to his insistent touch. With hunger he pulled his mouth from Killua's to lap at the flesh of his neck, his shoulder, his chest. It was so soft and salty against his tongue and he couldn't get enough, claiming every new bit of skin encountered.
Killua was in a haze of lingering sleepiness and heady arousal as Gon explored his body. The other young man felt so perfect against him wrapped up in the soft, cottony bed. Gon was kindling a fire inside him and each touch, kiss, and swipe of his tongue heated his skin and made him only more responsive. He clung to Gon desperately as he writhed slowly above him, his fingers pressing into the flexing muscles of his back. When Gon's mouth lapped at his nipple he cried out involuntarily, desperately pressing his hips up in search of some relief.
