Chrollo leans back and closes his eyes wearily, sighing languorously as your wet, hot lips come into contact with his cold body. the man bites his lip literally to the blood, convulsively hoarse breathing, when the path of passionate light kisses reaches his groin. he gently places his hand on the top of your head, holding your head between his legs. his muscular chest rises and falls rapidly with each hoarse breath as your patchy lips kiss the tip

"m-mnnn.. it feels so.. good.. oh my.."