Humans are similar to animals in many ways.

Chrollo notes his observations with a hand sliding down a bare stomach. He isn’t unsure, no, rather he’s very firm in the way he handles them. He’s sure of his abilities, and he’s sure in the way they’re reacting to him that they wouldn’t try to attack him in any shape or form. They wouldn’t dare try anything when they’re like this underneath him.

They’re too trusting of him, he thinks to himself, all while he trails kisses down their sternum. They’re too trusting of this evil world, too easily manipulated, always blindly following the ones that temporarily took over their judgement— just like a dog. Happily wagging their tail when they’re rewarded, blinded by rage when their “owners” are hurt, stupidly following orders even if one commanded them to suicide.

Chrollo hears the way they gasp above him when he places firm hands on their thighs and spreads them apart. He takes the time to glance up to them from between their legs. Dissects the flush dusting their cheeks, their disheveled hair, bare body trembling just from the way his breath fans over their core.

“You’re excited,” he notes audibly this time. A verdict that they couldn’t possibly try to deny— even if they wanted to. It’s this that makes Chrollo believe they’re more similar to a dog than he initially thought. They way they made eye contact with him and then casted their eyes away, subconsciously submitting themselves further into his grasp.

He keeps his eyes stuck on their face, he likes how they squirm underneath his gaze. How they get self-conscious but never do they look away for too long. They always look back. Just like a dog returning to its owner after being casted aside, tossed away and left to fend for itself. But always, they will— try to— return to what they know.

He returns part of his attention to their core, and his lips descends down to press a kiss to their need. Wet, soft, he feels his heart skip one beat just from their taste on bis tongue. He remains calm, he doesn’t show it, because he wants their pleasure for himself. He wants to see how they crumble, how they twitch and gasp, how they moan and cry, all from his ministrations.