Killua stood outside the closed door of hotel room, his initial confidence waning. After Gon's confession that morning he decided he needed Hisoka's tutelage…in sex. He had to be sure that Gon would stay interested in him. Now that the moment was upon him, however, he wondered if this was actually a good idea.
The door opened before he had even decided whether he would knock. Hisoka's lithe form appeared, leaning against the doorframe.
"Killua-kun?" the man's voice lilted. "And Gon isn't with you?" He chuckled lowly. "I must say I'm surprised."
Killua bristled.
"It's not what you think, old man. I—"
Again, he faltered.
"I need your… help. With Gon."
Hisoka took a step back and welcomed him inside the room. It identical to theirs, Killua noted. Each floor master suite must be the same.
He felt Hisoka move behind him.
"What is it that Gon needs helping with, Ki-llu-a-kun?" he hummed, running a finger along his shoulder and down his arm.
Killua shivered, and tried to suppress his reaction. He didn't like the way his body responded to this man; it made him… vulnerable.
He rounded on Hisoka and took a step back, putting distance between them.
"Gon likes strength." he explained. "That's why he's attracted to you, and to me."
Hisoka raised an eyebrow, smirking. Killua felt hot.
"I... I'm good at fighting, but I—" He paused as Hisoka stepped forward. His hands and face felt flushed. He was caught by Hisoka's golden, cold eyes, which stared right into his as the man moved closer and closer.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"but I don't know how to… to… be strong during…"
Hisoka ran spidery fingers through Killua's hair, tucking a lock behind his ear.
He shivered.
Hisoka's lips pressed against his and Killua moaned softly. He scolded himself internally for being so wanton, but at the same time he didn't really mind.
He loved Gon, but kissing Hisoka was like drowning in fire.
Just as he leaned further into the kiss, Hisoka pulled away and he barely managed to suppress a moan of disappointment. He blinked open his eyes and saw the man eyeing him predatorily.
"Killua-kun wants to be dominant, hm?" Hisoka purred.
"Yeah," he forced out, trying to sound more composed than he felt. Hisoka chuckled sadistically.
"This should be fun," he smirked.
Killua blushed hotly and wondered what he had gotten himself into. Maybe this was a bad idea. He considered leaving. If was going to leave, he would have to do it now—any more time with this dangerous man and he wouldn't have enough self-control to pull himself away.
Hisoka beckoned him to the bedroom. He followed.
As Killua stepped through the door Hisoka pushed it shut and pulled him close. He could feel his lean body pressing against his, warmth and muscle and hardness, and was instantly aroused. This was probably a bad idea.
Hisoka's hand trailed slowly through his hair and along the skin of his neck and shoulder. His skin prickled under Hisoka's gaze—he was the subject of intense study from the man looking down at him. His sharp mouth slipped into a grin.
