"Emotionally?" You pushed his hair out of his face with your fingers. Kneeling on the ledge within the bathtub, Chrollo pulled your legs apart and gazed down at your womanhood splayed before him. Gently, he threaded his arms underneath your thighs and pulled your pelvis forward, causing you to lean back on your hands. After a moment more of silence, he leaned his forehead on your stomach which allowed you to feel his hot breath on your exposed body.

"I'm fucking falling apart." He whispered as he began kissing your body. Stifling moans, you decided to slot this for later to talk about. Maybe this would even help. Chaste kisses turned to long, passionate kisses and finally evolved into deep, strong tongue strokes. You melted beneath Chrollo as he worked his magic.

"I'm so happy you're here."  He mumbled into your body. Sucking on you and darting his tongue in and out sporadically, he couldn't help but hum his appreciation.

"You're so good at this Chrollo!" Your breathing was labored and you leaned all the way back on the cold floor, a wonderful contrast to Chrollo's hot mouth.

"No nen required." He flicked his tongue over your button, forcing a moan out from deep within your body.

"How are you s-so good?!" You asked quietly as you felt pleasure rolling through your body.

"I'm trying to turn myself on. Your pleasure just makes it better. Now be quiet and just moan for me, Hana." And you did. Every moan, every lick, every kiss, you gave him positive reinforcement. Rolling your abs and your pelvis into his face until you were sore and his face was not only wet with water but your own juices that were spilling out of you every orgasm.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes or so you figured, you felt the humid air hit your exposed body as Chrollo pulled his face away. Relaxing for just a minute, you then felt your body being pulled off of the ledge and into the warm water, which Chrollo had finally stopped. With a small splash, you fell into the bath and were placed on your knees, facing him. "It's not usually that pleasurable to fuck in the bath. Harder to feel stuff. Let's see if you can change that." He whispered in your ear. Feeling lucky that your sore abdominal muscles were completely supported by the water and Chrollo's hands, you slowly sheathed his body with your own. Letting out a small groan, Chrollo thought that perhaps you wouldn't even have to do anything special to get him off. But it was too late for that. You had already decided that if he wasn't going to get off as hard physically, that you'd have to help him out mentally.

But before that, you were just going to love on him. Carefully, fully, thoroughly, romantically. If he was only yours now and you were only his, then you didn't see any point on holding back. Even if he was going to leave you, or kill you.