Tease

{ Hallmark Romcom Acid Dream }

The last time Killua orgasmed in the shower, it was from a simple handjob and the sound of Gon Freecss' vocal pornography on his phone, which would sit on the edge of the counter outside of the shower curtains.

This time, however, it had everything to do with Gon brushing his teeth in the bathroom while Killua was midshower and, after spitting out the foam, teasingly saying, "Mind if I join you?" He was probably kidding, but Killua couldn't say no. Not anymore.

Fuck, he thought the second Gon even offered. He should have just locked the bathroom door, but it was just a testament to how little he was actually doing to stop cold-turkey.

"Fuck," Gon moaned, head tipped back.

Killua was bent over and gripping the towel bar with one hand, the other clutching at the hand Gon had on his waist, each thrust sloppy and wet against the stream of water at their backs. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed like Gon's breathy, erotic noises like shower sex was infinitely better than whatever the fuck they did in the university studio classroom that fucked Killua over mentally and emotionally.

Killua put his forehead to his arm, biting his lip against the choked groan at the back of his throat. His cum washed down the drain as Gon pulled out, one hand still held firmly to Killua's hip. It took a second for Killua to even straighten up—he was out of breath, and if it weren't for the water, he swore he'd be a sweating, goddamn disaster.

He heard the snap of the used condom being pulled off. Gon leant away, nudging the curtain aside to toss the condom away. When he came back, Killua put his shoulders back and stepped aside, half-glancing at Gon, who went back to rubbing circles on Killua's hipbones like they hadn't just spontaneously gotten off in the middle of Killua's shower time.

Killua pushed his hair back as Gon leant in, turning Killua around as he said, "That was..."

"What?" Killua said.

Gon shrugged with a smile. "It was good."

"'Good'?" Killua repeated, throat tight. He cleared his throat as Gon rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean. It was great! But I like seeing your face. Doggy-style stuff doesn't really do it for me," he confessed. He tipped his forehead against Killua's, like they were living some Hallmark romcom acid dream. Killua spared only a second to the kiss before acting like he had more important matters to attend to. He leant away, pointed to the soap, and said, "Dude, I gotta clean up."

"Oh, right, sorry," Gon said.

Even as Killua barely managed to avoid scathing his tender heart, a fraction of him was turning back into a mushy, hopeless romantic. Seeing Gon's face during sex felt too intimate now.

Gon snapped his fingers. "Oh! That reminds me—I wanted to see if you'd want to top again? I tried it with Retz but silicone just isn't the same, you know? And I know you like spontaneity so it doesn't have to be now or whatever, just whenever you feel like it."

Killua lathered up soap between his hands and started massaging around his sore ass. He could still feel the general shape of Gon's hands were his fingers gripped the taunt muscle around his obliques. He scrubbed around his inner thigh, eyes on the ground. "I dunno. I'll... I'll think about it," he said, but inside, he was screaming, "YES, DEAR GOD, LET ME FUCK YOU."

He shivered as he turned away and rubbed at the hickey Gon left on his shoulder. He wanted ten thousand of them all over his body. He wanted Zushi to look at him and request he be sent to the ER.