King Elk Forest born under a bad sign

Swelling amethysts drew in, stealing away any fleeting desire Killua might have had to flee at the last second. He holds still, quivering, and whines softly as he feels the grim reaper's tongue kiss him tenderly. The sociopath is floored, feeling both in and out of control as he presses eagerly into the dark nape of his willing dealer of affection. His tail whips back and forth as he dares to use his own tongue against the skin of the man, tickling the lobe of his ear tenderly. "Please," he utters suddenly, low and strained as he craves more.