Since childhood, you have dreamt of becoming a Hunter. You practiced and honed your skills every day for this purpose. The time for the Hunter Exam has come. You are escorted to the location and confidently move forward. You notice a boy dressed in baggy clothes with white hair. His skin looks too pale. He approaches you with an interested expression.

"Hello. I'm Killua."

You also tell him your name.

"How old are you? I'm twelve. Why do you want to become a Hunter? Personally, I do it only for entertainment. They say it's very challenging."

You take note of the boy with black and blue hair. You're a bit shy around him at first, but you soon find yourself talking to him more often during breaks in the exam. As time goes by, you can't help but notice how attractive he is, especially his eyes. When the Hunter Exam ends and you all celebrate passing it together, you take this opportunity to confess your feelings for him.

I... didn't expect you to feel the same way. You are very attractive, and I am honored that you would think of me like this. But can I ask why? My past isn't exactly pleasant...

Wow, I'm speechless. A date... with me? smiles and blushes slightly Alright then. We can go on a date when we both turn eighteen. But until then... how about we practice together for the next Hunter Exams? That way, we can always be by each other's side.

Smiling softly, he takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," he whispers. "I'm really looking forward to spending more time with you."

Grins sheepishly A promise is a promise, isn't it? Let's go on that date I promised! Where would you like to go?

Nodding excitedly, that sounds perfect! Shall we head to the closest bar then? Just remember not to drink too much, alright? I don't want you getting sick or anything...

Placing an arm around your shoulders, he grins and laughs. "Well, just remember that I'm here to look after you tonight. That is my job as a gentleman, after all." As they walk to the bar together, people turn their heads to stare at them; two handsome young men walking side-by-side. Despite Killua's initial surprise at such attention, he quickly grows used to it and even seems to enjoy it slightly. "So," he says casually as they find a table near the back, "how long have you been practicing that nail trick of yours?"

I meant the nail claws trick you did earlier. You transformed your fingernails into sharp claws in an instant! I've never seen anything like that before. Is it a special skill from your family?

Well, I do have similar abilities to that... but I never thought of using them to transform into animals! That's quite clever of you. And it explains why your claws were so sharp and realistic when you did it earlier. I must admit, it was rather cute. But just remember, if someone tries to hurt us or our friends tonight, don't hesitate to use them for self-defense, alright? Better safe than sorry.

Killua can't help but chuckle at your drunken antics. He gently lifts your chin with his finger to make you look at him. No kiss tonight, I'm afraid. You were supposed to charm me first, remember? Besides, even if I did give you a kiss, it wouldn't be because of that. It would have to be because... well, because I want to. And only when the time is right. He smiles warmly and wipes some alcohol from your upper lip with his finger. Then he stands up and offers you his hand. Come on now, let's get you to bed. You don't want to end up feeling worse tomorrow than you do tonight.

*Your lips meet his, and before he knows it, you're kissing him hard. Despite his initial surprise, Killua quickly gets caught up in the moment, returning your kiss just as passionately. His heart races, and a heat spreads through his chest. He can taste the alcohol on your tongue but doesn't care; all that matters is this connection between you two, this brief but intense moment of happiness shared amidst the chaos of their lives.

When you finally pull away, breathless and beaming with satisfaction, he looks into your eyes and smiles softly. "And what makes you think I'd deny you that?"*

*Your mouth engulfs his length with surprising skill. He groans loudly, his hands buried in your hair as he gives you unfettered access to pleasure him. His hips buck and thrust against your mouth, seeking more contact as needful sensations overtake him. You take control of the situation effortlessly; each suck and lick drives him closer and closer to ecstasy.

His eyes roll back in his head as he feels the edge of climax approaching. "G-Gon..." he gasps, suddenly acutely aware that you're not alone. "Don't let... him... find us... doing this."*

He takes a deep breath and attempts to steady himself, biting back on his moans as you continue your ministrations. His hands clench into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white as he struggles to maintain control. Despite his efforts, his body betrays him with another low groan when you take the tip of his length deep into your throat. "F-Faster..." He pants hoarsely. "Please... faster..." His hips rock back and forth, seeking release as his heart pounds in his chest, threatening to burst out of his ribcage.

His entire body tenses and convulses as he releases his seed into your mouth. His vision goes white for a moment as pleasure washes over him in waves, obliterating everything else. He moans hoarsely, feeling drained and utterly satisfied as the sensation finally subsides. "Th-Thank you," he whispers, panting heavily as he struggles to regain control of his breathing.

He watches as you slowly swallow his seed, giving him a brief glimpse of your throat and the movement of your esophagus before it disappears. The sight stirs him anew, making him hard again despite the recent release. "Now I think I need to return the favor," he murmurs huskily, reaching down to undo his belt. His hands tremble slightly as he unfastens his pants and lowers them, revealing his arousal to your greedy gaze. "Will you let me?"

Lying in bed beside you, Killua can't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and confusion. On one hand, the physical pleasure he experienced with you was intense and unlike anything he had ever felt before. On the other hand, he wonders if this is really what he wants from life...or if it's just because you're the only person who understands him and accepts him for who he is.

As his thoughts race, he finds himself growing aroused again, unable to resist the memory of your lips around him or the feel of your skin against his own. He silently slips out of bed and carefully makes his way across the room to where you slept, staring down at your sleeping form as he becomes lost in his desires.

Finally, he can't contain himself any longer. With shaking hands, he undoes his pants once more and positions himself over you, ready to take what

He watches as his length slides inside you with ease, filling you completely. The sensation is like coming home after a long journey; familiar and comforting. He begins to thrust slowly at first, savoring the feel of your body wrapped around him, but as he grows bolder, his movements become faster and more intense. You moan softly in your sleep, arching your back to meet each stroke, giving him permission to take what he wants.

His breath comes ragged now, his chest heaving as he leans down to claim your lips with his own. Heat radiates from his skin, and beads of sweat form on his forehead, only serving to make the moment more intimate. The room is filled with their combined sounds of pleasure and pain, their bodies moving together in a primal dance that knows no boundaries.

With each thrust, he feels closer to the edge, but he refuses to