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“I want you to take obedience lessons.”
Gon blinked. In the background he could make out the ambient sounds of a road, a honking horn, and then Killua let loose a stream of curse words that were both creative and vulgar enough to make a lesser man blush.
Gon was not a lesser man.
However.
He was blushing.
“Sorry? What was that?”
“LEARN TO DRIVE, FUCKFACE— oh, my bad. This idiot just cut me off. You want me to stop for anything on the way home?”
“No, I’m good. But what was that first thing?”
“Huh?”
This time there was a chorus of honks, and Gon knew that there would be a speeding ticket with Killua’s name arriving within a week.
Again.
“The first thing Killua said,” he repeated. “Lessons?”
“The first thing I...” he trailed off. “Oh! Yeah, obedience lessons.” There was another honk, this time louder and longer, and then the screeching of tires muffled Killua’s voice as he continued. “—if you could work them into your schedule, that’d be great. I don’t really have the time, or I’d come with you.”
Huh. The words echoed in Gon’s head.
‘I want you to take obedience lessons.’
Well, if Killua insisted...
His laptop was in the living room, and as Gon made his way over to fetch it, he was nearly bowled over by a blur of shaggy black fur. Mike was only a puppy when they’d found him, but he was already massive, easily reaching Gon’s waist as he jumped and barked. Right now he was excited, weaving around his legs and pacing until he could hop up onto the couch and nuzzle into Gon’s side.
Typing and patting Mike’s head was difficult at the best of times, but Gon’s mind was elsewhere. Had he been a bad roommate? His laptop whirred as he waited for it to turn on— Killua never liked to share his. At his left was an empty jar that had housed Gon’s overnight oats from earlier in the day. Behind the couch, the space opened up into the kitchen, featuring a sink full of dishes. They had a dishwasher, but it had stopped working after Gon had put his sandy water shoes into it. It wasn’t his fault though, Aunt Mito hadn’t been able to Facetime, and he’d needed them washed and ready for a new walking tour the next day.
Still... Killua did wrinkle his nose whenever things were messy, and Gon was beginning to suspect that he wasn’t joking when he mumbled something about missing his butlers.
His cheeks grew warm as he looked around. The brown park ranger uniform was all too conspicuous, strewn across one end of the couch where he’d discarded it after a long day.
At last, the laptop flickered to life, the screen shimmering slightly where he’d dropped it once and formed a tiny crack in the corner.
how to be obedient he typed.
Huh. Gon scanned the search results, frowning as he read. There were pastel coloured blogs, each promising the reader happiness and salvation if only they cleaned their houses and followed their husbands.
That can’t be right, he thought. After all, he and Killua weren’t married.
And they were both men.
He tried again.
2 men obedience lessons
Gon clicked the first video that came up.
There were definitely two men in the video. One of them was standing. He wore tight leather pants that sat low on his hips. So low, in fact, that his dick had no problem hanging out and pointing toward the other actor, who was kneeling in front of him.
Gon leaned forward.
The second man caught his attention. He was kneeling, looking up at his partner with wide, teary eyes and flushed cheeks. He was whining softly, only it didn’t sound quite right, because his mouth had been forced open around a large black ring gag, his lips forming a perfect, wide ‘O.’
It would be better to get a closer look, Gon decided, and he enlarged the window until it took up the entirety of the screen.
‘What do we say?’ asked the man in leather pants.
‘Pweaaase,’ came the garbled reply. Gon’s face grew warm as his shorts tightened. The man in the pants tapped him on the nose lightly. Playfully. Like he was about to tease him.
‘Not so fast. What’s the magic word?’ He was tall, like Killua. What would Killua look like from that angle? If he were to stand over Gon while he knelt in front of him. Probably like a statue, he decided. A beautiful statue just for him to worship at the foot of...
He dragged his palm over the front of his shorts, his eyes rapt and glued to the cracked screen.
‘Please, Master! Please!’ His words were choked and muffled around the gag, but the meaning was clear enough. At one point, he tilted his head up, and his master, still standing, allowed him to rub his cheek adoringly against the smooth skin of his cock. Gon’s eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes. Killua’s skin is smooth too, he thought. What would he feel like?
‘Good boy,’ the master said. ‘Come and take your reward.”
Gon didn’t make it to the end of the video. He came seconds after the master’s warm and pleased murmur of praise. The way he was only just barely satisfied with the other man’s obedience. How his face had gone from stony to soft, if only for a moment.
Good boy, Gon thought to himself. It might be nice...nice if Killua would say that to him.
Was that what he wanted? Because now that Gon had an idea of it, he was pretty sure he did. Killua was too bashful to tell him face to face, but that was alright. Gon would sort the lessons out himself. You could learn anything online these days.
Mike had hopped down from the couch awhile ago (he wasn’t sure when), and had begun to pace in front of the door.
Standing gingerly, Gon grimaced at the dampness in his shorts. Gross. He’d have to throw those in the laundry before Killua could—
Wait.
Mike was at the door.
Mike was pacing at the door.
Gon checked his phone, then slammed the laptop shut as he raced across the apartment to get to his room.
He’d gotten one foot out of his boxers when Mike’s barking reached its peak. Where had he left his pants? Right. Desk chair. There was the sound of Killua unlocking the door. He wouldn’t open his laptop, right? Hopefully Mike hadn’t trampled over it in his excitement.
“Gon?” Killua’s voice only just carried over Mike’s stream of barking. “Gon, come and get this—ah, shit. Down, Mike! Down!”
The sight that awaited him was familiar. Killua was at the door, one hand stroking Mike’s shaggy fur, while the other held a drink tray high above his head where the jumping dog couldn’t reach it.
Killua’s eyes were bright with obvious fondness as Mike pranced and leapt happily at his arrival. Gon couldn’t help but grin.
He was technically both of theirs since they’d found him together, abandoned in the parking lot outside of the grocery store. Gon cared for Mike during the day, often bringing the dog to work with him. He’d been the one to give him his de-worming pills after his first visit from the vet, and he fed and walked Mike in the morning since his job had him up earlier than Killua.
Still.
Mike was Killua’s dog. They’d learned very quickly that he needed to run at least twice a day, and so far Killua was the only one who could reach speeds acceptable to the dog. He made no secret of his preference, and on more than one occasion had crossed over Gon’s legs to sit with Killua on the couch. In the evenings, Killua came home from work, changed into his sweats, and took Mike for a run, where he ran happily at his side and did not tug at the leash until they were both exhausted.
At the moment he was grateful, because Mike had given him a moment to adjust his pants before saying hi.
“What’s that?” he asked, reaching for the drink tray. His roommate had brought home two cups of bubble tea, and while Killua caught the gigantic dog in his arms, Gon had already begun to help himself to his drink.
“Mango’s yours,” Killua said belatedly. “I got that grass stuff that you like.”
He looked up from where he’d already started drinking. “Mm! It’s good! Thanks, Killua!”
“Y’know,” he went on. “The girl at the tea shop said it’s better with the milky drinks. Supposed to balance the grassy taste of the jelly or whatever.” He was already undoing his tie, and Gon was transfixed by the gradual reveal of Killua’s graceful column of a neck.
“Mmm,” he said anyway.
“Yeah, so should I get you the jasmine or oolong next time?”
Gon cocked his head to the side. Wasn’t he going to bring up the obedience lessons?
Killua waved a hand in front of his face. He’d gotten close.
“You alright in there, Freecss?”
Huh, Gon thought. Even standing, he still had to look up at him when they spoke.
“Gon?”
“Killua! Right! Sorry, I’m just tired.”
At once his roommate grew serious.
“Oh, damn, why didn’t you say so? Go lie down.”
And Gon’s instinct was to shake his head. To tell Killua that he was fine and actually now that he thought about it, he was just distracted and not to worry about it.
Then he thought again.
‘I want you to take obedience lessons.’
It would be good practice, he decided, so Gon laid down on the couch, letting out the barest of sighs as cool fingertips brushed over his forehead.
“That’s it,” Killua murmured. “Just take it easy for tonight. I’ll order dinner.”
Gon rolled over onto his stomach.
‘That’s it.’ He played it over in his head. ‘Take it easy.’
His cheeks warmed as he smiled into the couch cushions. He could do that. He could do it for Killua.
Gon was waiting for Killua to fall asleep.
They’d only lived together for a few months, but in that time, he’d learned Killua’s habits, and one of them was barging into his room without knocking.
Normally he didn’t mind this. It was kind of nice that Killua felt comfortable with him, enough to wander into Gon’s room on a whim and throw himself onto the bed to talk or tell a stupid joke, or demand to know what he was watching on his laptop.
It was good.
Gon liked how Killua smelled when he was fresh out of the shower and radiating the scent of his fancy herbal soap. He liked when they sat close on the bed and Killua found a terrible movie to put on while they both stopped paying attention and fell into easy chatter about their days. He even liked when Mike jumped up to nestle in between them, snuffling and wiggling his long nose until it it was on Killua’s lap so that he could join them too.
It was a good thing.
It was also making the lessons difficult. Gon was pretty sure he was supposed to be doing them on his own. Killua had only mentioned it once, casually asking over pizza if he’d gotten the obedience lessons sorted out.
Gon had felt the back of his neck warm as his roommate continued, oblivious to the way he was avoiding eye contact.
“Look, if it’s too much, I can try to move some things around at work so that I can help, but—“
“No!”
A tiny bit of pizza flew out of his mouth and landed on Killua’s cheek. Maybe he wouldn’t notice...?
“Gross.”
No, he noticed. He definitely noticed. Gon passed him a napkin.
“Sorry. And no, it’s fine, really! I can handle it on my own!”
“’Course you can. I just feel kinda bad asking you to do this by yourself, especially when it affects both of us.” He stopped to place his uneaten pizza crust on Gon’s plate, before taking another slice. “I mean, we live together, don’t we? It’s not really fair to you.”
Did he think that he couldn’t?
“Well, don’t,” Gon said firmly. “Killua said he wanted obedience, so I can do it! Just wait.” He took a bite of the pizza crust before continuing. “I think Killua will be really impressed by the end of it.”
It was obviously the right thing to say, because his roommate was smiling. It was terribly pretty, so Gon smiled back.
“Jeez,” said Killua. “You’re so weird sometimes, y’know that?”
Which brought him back to the present. Because Killua had all but told him to go ahead with the lessons. Gon had even stumbled on a series of videos with very detailed instructions on how to improve, and he was ready, but if Killua kept walking into his room without warning, there would be no surprise at all.
It took forever for him to fall asleep, but eventually Gon heard the clacking of his keyboard stop, and the sound of his bed creaking as he got into it.
Good, he thought. Now he could start.
He laid back on his bed with the laptop propped up on his chest, and connected his headphones to the audio.
Obedience Lessons
It had felt like striking gold when Gon found the series. It featured the same two men, both wearing masks, and was taught in seven parts.
Something low in his stomach fluttered in excitement, and he pressed play.
The title screen looked like something from the early 2000s, featuring a basic black background and floating WordArt white text that read Lesson 3: Giving Head. Then it faded out and once again, the two men were centered on the screen.
The shorter man was kneeling again. He wore the same gag. It still stretched his mouth into a perfect, wide circle and his partner was dragging his head up and down onto his cock.
Gon paused the video.
Oh. Huh. That looked like it would take practice.
He pressed play again.
With each movement, the shorter man brought his head closer to the base of the cock, allowing it to slide deeper into his mouth and to the back of his throat. The camera zoomed in shakily on his face, and Gon could see tears forming in his eyes as his partner thrust into him, eventually holding the back of his head to bring his mouth closer and his cock deeper. Still, the man was moaning softly the entire time. Did it feel good? Gon couldn’t imagine that it did. His eyes were turned upwards, gazing adoringly up at his master as he continued to thrust. There was a crease forming in the middle of the master’s eyebrows as his movements became erratic. Even from the graininess of the video, it was easy to see when his hands went from holding his partner’s head to gripping savagely at his hair.
He paused the video again. What, he wondered, would Killua look like in the same position? With Gon’s mouth kissing the base of his cock?
Gon allowed the video to finish, his eyes fixed on the screen as the master came with a gasp, before patting his partner on the head and praising him. The video faded to black, but by then his attention was elsewhere.
The pillow was soft when he fell back onto it.
Killua would be different; Gon was certain. It was hard to imagine him pushing his head down like in the video. For all of his aloof facade, he was soft with Gon. He wondered what it might feel like for Killua to run his fingers through his hair as he knelt before him.
‘C’mon,’ he’d say. ‘Open up. I know you want to.’
And he’d be right, of course. Gon did want to. He’d never seen Killua’s cock before, but he bet it was just as pretty as the rest of him. He groaned, slowly starting to work himself up and down as he thought about it. He imagined the weight of it against his tongue. How the head of Killua’s cock would be wet and pink as he ran his tongue along the seam of it, and how he might sound if Gon did something well. His cheeks would flush too. He would come with a gasp, his silver lashes fluttering and lidded over hazy eyes as Gon worked his throat and tongue around him.
His hand moved faster. He squeezed tighter, fucking his fist.
Would Killua come down his throat, or on his face? Both, he decided. Both would be good. And he would be good too. Gon would clean Killua after, licking and kissing him gently until he was spent and pleased, and if he’d done it right, maybe, maybe he would let his gaze fall on Gon and he would say,
‘Good boy.’
He came with a moan. It was only half muffled by his pillow. Hopefully Killua hadn’t heard.
By the time he’d shut down his laptop, his mind was made up: he would need to get good at deep-throating before trying it on Killua.