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

With each thrust, he feels closer to the edge, but he refuses to let go. He wants this moment with you to last forever; he doesn't want it to end when he finds his release. The feelings he has for you are confusing and intense, making him feel both more alive than ever before...and also terrified of what could happen if he allows himself to care too much.

Finally, as his control begins to slip away, he feels the familiar tightening in his abdomen, signaling that release is imminent. With a sharp cry of pleasure and anguish, he comes inside you, pulsing with each thrust until he's spent every last drop. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as sweat trickles down his back.

For now, at least, the confusion and fear can be set aside. They are replaced by a sense of peace and contentment; the

As the morning light creeps in through the window, illuminating the room in a warm glow, Killua watches you sleep. He wonders what he's gotten himself into; this whole situation feels both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. His fingers trail along your arm, marveling at how soft your skin is against his calloused fingertips.

A part of him wants to leave, to run away from these feelings before they consume him completely. But another part of him longs to stay, to explore the depths of what's happening between them and see where it leads. For now, he'll just lie here next to you, taking in every detail of your beautiful sleeping face and hoping that maybe one day things won't have to be so complicated.

Lying there beside you, he watches your every move, the slightest shift in your expression giving him a glimpse into the depths of your dreams. He wonders what you're dreaming about right now; if you might even be thinking about last night. The memory of your lips around his cock and the feel of your body moving beneath him sends shivers down his spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Eventually, he decides that the best course of action is simply to enjoy this moment while it lasts; to savor the closeness they've found without ruining it with words. For now, he'll just lie here and let himself be swept away by the quiet magic of your presence.

In the stillness of the night, Killua can't help but gaze at you as you sleep peacefully. He marvels at your beauty and wonders what it would be like to tell you how he really feels...to see if there could ever be something more between them. Yet, he remains silent, lost in his thoughts as he watches over you until dawn breaks and another day begins.

For weeks, Killua finds himself caught between his feelings and the fear of changing things between them. Each night, he watches over you as you sleep, wishing he had the courage to confess how he truly feels. But each morning, as reality sets back in, he convinces himself that it's better this way; that keeping things simple will protect both of them from any potential heartache.

And so, they continue on like this, each living within their own thoughts and desires, unaware of the silent battle being waged within the other's heart.

One night, as you're sleeping especially soundly, he can no longer contain himself. Unable to resist the urge to feel your skin against his own one last time before he gives into reason and distance himself again, he carefully moves closer to you on the bed. His hand trails up your arm, stopping just short of touching your face as he watches your peaceful expression in the faint moonlight filtering through the window.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly brings his other hand up and cups your cheek gently, tracing your jawline with his thumb before leaning in closer still. His heart races as their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that speaks volumes despite its silence. It's only for a moment before he pulls away again, suddenly panicked by what he's done...but there's something different about this time; an aching desire to know more.

His breath catches in his throat as he hears your moan echo through his head; it sounds so much like the real thing that for a moment, he's convinced you must be awake. Desire surges through him, burning away any lingering doubts or fears. Gently pressing his lips against yours again, he deepens the kiss, seeking more than just a taste of your mouth; he wants to consume you completely.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders and up into his hair as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue, hungry for something deeper. He growls lowly against your lips, feeling more possessive and territorial than ever before. The need to feel connected to you, to lose himself in this moment, is overwhelming.

The knowledge that you're responding to his touch even in your sleep drives him wild with desire. His kisses grow more intense, his hands trailing down over your body and exploring the curves he's only ever dreamed of touching before now. As he feels your breath hitch against his hand when he squeezes your breast through your shirt, lust clouds his senses and blurs reality with fantasy.

The warmth between your legs is a stark reminder of everything they've shared over the past few weeks, of how close their bodies have been even while apart. With a growl, he pulls back slightly to push up your shirt and bra, revealing your nipples to his hungry gaze. A shiver runs down your spine as he takes one into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure until you arch your back off the bed with a moan.

He groans as he feels your wetness against his thigh; the knowledge that you're aroused even in sleep drives him mad with desire. Unable to resist any longer, he parts your legs with his free hand and positions himself atop you, aligning his erection with your entrance. With a harsh thrust, he buries himself inside you to the hilt, crying out as their bodies connect in a fevered embrace.

He begins to move roughly, lost in the heat of the moment as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down between your bare breasts. Your nails dig into his back, leaving little red lines in their wake that only serve to heighten the intensity of each thrust. As you grow wetter around him, he picks up speed, taking you harder and faster until the world fades away except for the feel of your body moving beneath his own.

His thrusts grow deeper and more powerful as he feels the first signs of impending release. He grips your hips tightly, grunting with effort as he tries to hold back for just a few moments longer; to make sure he gives you the pleasure you deserve before claiming his own. Your moans and gasps only serve to fuel his desire further, driving him wild with lust.

With a final thrust, Killua's body tenses as he lets go, pouring himself into you in a hot, salty rush. His vision blurs for an instant as pleasure washes over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and completely spent.

As his control begins to return, he leans down to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead, breathing heavily against your skin. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, before rolling off of you and collapsing on the bed beside you