There's a tense moment where the boy readies himself and Hisoka uses that time to just-
Admire.
His eyes start at shoes and draw up over Ken's open stance, over his legs and slowing down near his hips before he follows the line of his upper body and draws his gaze to his arms. Down and up, the boy holds himself with sure sureness and anticipation prickles at his flesh and twists in his stomach. How many times over could he defeat Ken now? How thoroughly could he ruin him, and yet why would he? No, not yet, he wants to. He wants to taste him fully but knows it's far better to wait, to hold off and let what he has savour in his mouth. The heavy look he gives to such able hand and a sure expression, if only he was a little closer to perhaps see how fast his heart might be beating in the cord of that slim neck.
His hands slide over the outside of his thighs a little, just barely, before they've started.
Quickly he glances to Ken's hold on the weapon and knows immediately it will be held back for now, proven right when it's shoved down to give Ken push and pose, he pulls back. And arm goes up, bending tight at the elbow and Ken's leg will snap hard against the outside of that arm. His barely shakes Hisoka, those his muscles quake from the force and he smiles towards the boy slow.
Another kick, and a second block, a third, and a third block, this time moving to shove hard at Ken's leg with his arm, open up his front, and aims an uppercut with his other hand towards his jaw.
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Admire.
His eyes start at shoes and draw up over Ken's open stance, over his legs and slowing down near his hips before he follows the line of his upper body and draws his gaze to his arms. Down and up, the boy holds himself with sure sureness and anticipation prickles at his flesh and twists in his stomach. How many times over could he defeat Ken now? How thoroughly could he ruin him, and yet why would he? No, not yet, he wants to. He wants to taste him fully but knows it's far better to wait, to hold off and let what he has savour in his mouth. The heavy look he gives to such able hand and a sure expression, if only he was a little closer to perhaps see how fast his heart might be beating in the cord of that slim neck.
His hands slide over the outside of his thighs a little, just barely, before they've started.
Quickly he glances to Ken's hold on the weapon and knows immediately it will be held back for now, proven right when it's shoved down to give Ken push and pose, he pulls back. And arm goes up, bending tight at the elbow and Ken's leg will snap hard against the outside of that arm. His barely shakes Hisoka, those his muscles quake from the force and he smiles towards the boy slow.
Another kick, and a second block, a third, and a third block, this time moving to shove hard at Ken's leg with his arm, open up his front, and aims an uppercut with his other hand towards his jaw.