Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 84 - 2,709 words
Note: NSFW. Kind of intense. I'm sure no one's complaining.
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Chapter summary: Possessive.
Chapter 84
As night was falling again, Kuroro finally turned into the parking lot of a motel and stopped the car in a dark spot, hidden by the shadows of the building. Kurapica watched him get out of the car and go into the office, no doubt to secure a room for them. The Spider Head soon returned, slid back behind the wheel and drove to their door, parking right in front. He handed Kurapica the key.
“Go in, I'll grab the bags.”
The blond took it and stepped out of the car, then walked up to the door and unlocked it. He was just pushing it open when Kuroro walked up behind him. They went in and Kuroro let the bags drop to the floor, kicking the door closed. Kurapica turned to him.
“Shouldn't we -”
He was interrupted when Kuroro's lips roughly covered his. The taller man pushed against him and Kurapica stumbled back, so Kuroro caught him and picked him up easily, pushing his tongue into his mouth when the blond gasped in surprise. There seemed to be no reason for the older man's sudden interest and Kurapica was taken aback by the strength of the man's grip on him. How had they gone from a silent car ride to this? Sure, he'd caught Kuroro's eyes on him again and again, but he couldn't figure out what had triggered the older man.
The kiss was rough and more than a little impatient. Kuroro deposited him on top of the dresser and really, the man should learn something about the proper use of each piece of furniture. Dressers weren't made to have people sitting on them. But then, Kuroro pulled him closer with his hands on his buttocks and Kurapica forgot all about his mental protest.
There was something raw and primal in Kuroro's kiss, a sort of desperation that made Kurapica loose all sense of the here and now, even if only for a moment. He tightened his legs around the taller man, and Kuroro growled - growled! - against his mouth. His fingers slid over his waist and around it to the front where he undid Kurapica's belt easily. He didn't even take time to pull it out of the belt-loops but just pulled at the denim, making the button pop out.
Kurapica broke the kiss. “Wait wh-”
Kuroro mouth moved to his throat and Kurapica forgot what he'd meant to ask, sucking in a breath instead. His fingers dug into the older man's shoulders and he arched his neck back, letting his eyes fall shut. Kuroro latched at his throat and sucked hard, wringing an involuntary moan from him. He bit his lower lip, trying to focus enough to remember why this was a bad idea, but he couldn't quite manage.
His zipper came down and Kuroro shoved a hand in, rubbing him to hardness and it was all so fast, so nearly violent. Kurapica started panting harshly. The room was spinning around him and he couldn't remember why he'd ever meant to stop Kuroro from touching him. In this moment, it was all that he wanted, all that he needed. When the older man ran his tongue up the side of his throat and bit his earlobe, he let out a sort of lusty whimper and tilted his head, giving Kuroro better access.
Suddenly, the taller man stepped away and Kurapica blinked dumbly at him, trying to gather his wits about him. Kuroro made his way to the bags and opened a side pocket, retrieving a bottle of lubricant before he straightened up and walked back to him. The short pause helped the Kuruta remember one thing at least. Kuroro didn't mean to take him right on top of the dresser, did he?!
As soon as he was close enough, Kurapica wrapped both arms and legs around him, catching his mouth in a kiss, before he pushed his weight off of the dresser, effectively making it so Kuroro had to carry him. The Spider head bit at his lower lip lightly and chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. Sliding his free hand to the back of Kurapica's thigh, he brought another throaty gasp from the blond, who tightened his legs around him. Gods, but Kurapica's heart was hammering in his chest. He'd never felt so out of control in his life, and instead of disliking the feeling, he loved it, relished it, was nearly high on it. Kuroro carried him to the bed closest to them and then they were going down. Kuroro stopped his fall by putting his hand forward so they hit the mattress first, but then Kurapica pulled him down on top of him.
They kissed again, and Kuroro's fingers hooked over the top of his waistband. He straightened up and pulled the jeans and underwear down and completely off. He put a knee on the mattress and shrugged out of his coat. Kurapica pushed himself back so his legs weren't dangling off of the bed. Kuroro's shirt, far too large for him, fell off his shoulder yet again, but at least it was long enough to cover him. Kuroro unzipped his top and shrugged that off too before crawling after him.
He kissed him roughly again and slid both hands up under the shirt so he could rake his fingers down his sides. Kurapica broke the kiss to throw his head back, breathing faster now. Kuroro knelt up and unzipped his boots before returning to the blond. His mouth latched onto his neck again and Kurapica's arms wrapped around Kuroro's shoulders.. The blond tilted his head back, opening up his throat for more of that delicious pain that came when the older man bit or sucked at the pale skin. He felt Kuroro take off one boot, then the other, and he heard them hit the floor when the older man pushed them off the bed.
He kissed the blond again and Kurapica could hear the bottle cap pop open on the lubricant. He expected the hand that slid between his thighs and barely winced when Kuroro slid one, then two fingers in, and it didn't feel all that odd when the taller man started scissoring his fingers, stretching him further. He broke the kiss, his fingers tangled in Kuroro's hair and he pulled him to his throat again, where the older man bit harder, wringing another breathless moan from the blond.
“Gods, K-” Kurapica gasped, arching his back, and was interrupted when Kuroro pressed another feverish kiss on his mouth.
Suddenly, the fingers were gone and the older man grazed his teeth down his throat as he reached for the bottle again. Kurapica expected his fingers again, but Kuroro was already pushing into him, and the blond sucked in a breath when the older man bit down on his shoulder at the same time. It hurt. It felt so good. How could something painful turn him on this much?! There was a slight pause where Kurapica noticed the feel of the taller man's pants against his skin, and when the Spider Head started pushing in again, he went slower, infuriatingly slow. Kurapica pushed against him with another soft sound. Whatever thoughtful sentiment had slowed the older man, it went right out the window as he thrust in harder and didn't stop again until he was in as deeply as he could go. Another pause, and he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in.
He grabbed Kurapica's bony hips, fingers digging into the skin. He pulled out some, and pushed in again, rougher this time. He sucked at his shoulder, right where he'd bitten, and it hurt, yet the pain made Kurapica breathe faster and arch into him. When he pushed into him again, it was even more forceful and wrung a soft cry from the blond. He rocked into him again and Kurapica started panting helplessly, caught between pleasure and the pain at his shoulder. He clung to Kuroro's shoulders trying to stop the cries that kept threatening escape his throat with each subsequent thrust of the taller man's hips.
Kuroro's mouth left his shoulder, laying kisses down the centre of his chest, over the thin fabric or his shirt, and Kurapica arched backwards, moaning softly. The older man couldn't get too far down, but he moved to the side and sucked one of Kurapica's nipples hard, so hard that even when he moved away, the blond could feel it still. Kuroro mouthed a path to the other side and give his other nipple the same treatment and this time, Kurapica couldn't keep in the strangled moan that welled out from his throat.
Kuroro let go of his hip with his right hand so he could lean on it, starting a fast, hard rhythm that rocked him with every thrust. It felt like he was as deep as he would ever go, shaking the blond to his very core, threatening his sanity, or what little of it he had left at this point. Kurapica swallowed thickly, mouth dry from panting and Kuroro rocked into him even harder. The taller man suddenly pushed himself up, straightening his upper body to get more leverage. It changed the angle and Kurapica arched upwards letting out another sharp yelp. His fingers scrambled over the coverlet for purchase and he managed to grab at the fabric, twisting it.
Kuroro started moving again, harder than he ever had. Kurapica let go with one hand, but only so he could bury it into his own hair, pulling at it even as he hid behind his arm, attempting to will himself not to start crying out with every thrust inside him. A few gasps escaped his throat despite his best effort and he let go of the covers with his other hand so he could bite at the side of his wrist in another attempt to keep himself silent. Kuroro's fingers were digging painfully into his hips but rather than upset him, it somehow managed to making him feel even more like he was completely unravelling. His blood-red eyes were tightly shut but not seeing the taller man only made him that much more aware of the feeling of him thrusting deep inside, of the way his blunt nails dug into his skin, of the sound of their breathing.
When Kuroro stopped moving, the blond nearly let out a disappointed sound, but somehow managed to contain it. His eyes opened but everything was swimming and he could barely think of anything except the pleasure that he was suddenly denied. He caught Kuroro's dark, hungry eyes devouring him, an odd look lighting his gaze as he stared at the younger man. When Kurapica's gaze finally focused on him, Kuroro leaned in for another harsh kiss, then he pulled out entirely.
“What -” Kurapica began, but Kuroro was already pulling at his arms.
He got him to sit up and stopped another question with a kiss.
“Not enough,” he growled against Kurapica's mouth.
He raked his hands down over Kurapica's ribs, underneath the shirt, and the blond gasped. He was far beyond rational thought now, and would give anything just to have Kuroro push into him again, touch him, take him to heaven with his heat and his desire. Suddenly, Kuroro spun him around and pushed him down on the mattress again, so that Kurapica was lying on his front. He straddled the younger man and grasped his buttocks with both hands, massaging them as he lay kiss upon kiss down the back of his neck, following the spine, over the shirt, between his shoulder blades, then back up. It wasn't enough, it wasn't what Kurapica wanted and he groaned softly.
Kuroro chuckled darkly, his breath warm on Kurapica's skin, just above the collar of the shirt he was still wearing.
“Oh, I'll give it to you,” he murmured, answering Kurapica's thoughts. “I'll take you higher than you ever have. You're -” He cut off whatever he was going to say and scraped his teeth over the back of his neck, making Kurapica gasp again.
He suddenly pulled the blond's buttocks to the sides and entered him again. A slight pause when he was deep inside, then he started a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into him as if he meant to make him feel it for days. Kurapica pulled at the bed-covers and bit down on them to stifle his cries. Kuroro only moved faster, harder, driving him completely insane. The Spider Head could have demanded anything of him at that moment, and he would have given it to him without a second thought, if only it meant that he would continue this mad, feverish dance.
Kuroro wrapped his arms around his torso and suddenly pulled him up. He kissed the back of his neck again, something that made Kurapica's chest tighten nearly painfully. He pulled the blond up to his knees and started thrusting into him, maddeningly slow. The sudden change of pace was leaving Kurapica's body craving for more. Kuroro stroked up over his ribs, the shirt bunching up just above his hands, then raked his fingers down just as he thrust in a little harder. Kurapica let out a strangled yelp and that seemed to stoke Kuroro's passion. He suddenly pushed the blond's chest back down, hips higher and started thrusting in earnest again. The angle meant that every single time that Kuroro pushed into him, he hit against a spot that drove Kurapica insane with pleasure.
Kuroro's fingers raked down all of the way to his hips and he started pulling him closer with each of his thrust, and Kurapica couldn't stifle the first few cries that escaped him. Then he clamped down on the sounds and could barely breathe as Kuroro went into a fast rhythm, his hands gripping him tight. It was mad, it was insane and it pulled his mind in every direction until he couldn't cope and he climaxed with a harsh sob that he couldn't stop from welling up and out of his throat. He came harder than he ever had and Kuroro didn't even leave him time to breathe but kept thrusting into him for a short time before he, too came, spilling his seed deep, so deep inside, and then he let himself fall forward. His seed felt so hot inside and Kurapica nearly felt like he had come again just from that. When Kuroro's weight hit him, Kurapica grunted. He tried catching his breath. His mouth felt so dry.
“You're heavy,” he protested after a moment, “get off me.” Kuroro pulled out and pushed himself on his side, but kept one arm over Kurapica's waist, holding him in a manner that seemed nearly possessive to the blond. He waited a moment, but the taller man made no move to let go. “I'm thirsty,” Kurapica said, trying to move away. “Would you let go so I can go grab a glass of water?”
“In a moment,” Kuroro assured him and pulled him so that Kurapica's back was pressed against his chest.
Kurapica swallowed thickly. He waited patiently, but still the older man made no move to let go of him. Eventually, he did move his arm, but only so that he could run his fingers up and down Kurapica's side, just under the shirt. It was nearly ticklish and Kurapica shifted, then tightened his muscles.
He didn't know what to make of what had happened. The sudden way that the older man had attacked him, so to speak, was now confusing him. Not that Kuroro didn't tend to be somewhat... passionate when it came to sex, but it had never been quite this raw and intense. His own reaction to the touch shamed him. But still, Kuroro's actions were confusing. Why drive in silence for one and a half day, only to initiate intercourse so suddenly?
“I should have known,” Kuroro murmured, lips grazing against the back of his neck, “I should have known that you wouldn't be taken so easily. Even without nen, you are a very strong fighter.” His hand tightened against his side. “I'm glad I chose you as one of my Spiders.”
There were so many things wrong with how Kurapica's chest tightened at those words.
Beta-reader:
Chapter summary: Possessive.
Chapter 84
As night was falling again, Kuroro finally turned into the parking lot of a motel and stopped the car in a dark spot, hidden by the shadows of the building. Kurapica watched him get out of the car and go into the office, no doubt to secure a room for them. The Spider Head soon returned, slid back behind the wheel and drove to their door, parking right in front. He handed Kurapica the key.
“Go in, I'll grab the bags.”
The blond took it and stepped out of the car, then walked up to the door and unlocked it. He was just pushing it open when Kuroro walked up behind him. They went in and Kuroro let the bags drop to the floor, kicking the door closed. Kurapica turned to him.
“Shouldn't we -”
He was interrupted when Kuroro's lips roughly covered his. The taller man pushed against him and Kurapica stumbled back, so Kuroro caught him and picked him up easily, pushing his tongue into his mouth when the blond gasped in surprise. There seemed to be no reason for the older man's sudden interest and Kurapica was taken aback by the strength of the man's grip on him. How had they gone from a silent car ride to this? Sure, he'd caught Kuroro's eyes on him again and again, but he couldn't figure out what had triggered the older man.
The kiss was rough and more than a little impatient. Kuroro deposited him on top of the dresser and really, the man should learn something about the proper use of each piece of furniture. Dressers weren't made to have people sitting on them. But then, Kuroro pulled him closer with his hands on his buttocks and Kurapica forgot all about his mental protest.
There was something raw and primal in Kuroro's kiss, a sort of desperation that made Kurapica loose all sense of the here and now, even if only for a moment. He tightened his legs around the taller man, and Kuroro growled - growled! - against his mouth. His fingers slid over his waist and around it to the front where he undid Kurapica's belt easily. He didn't even take time to pull it out of the belt-loops but just pulled at the denim, making the button pop out.
Kurapica broke the kiss. “Wait wh-”
Kuroro mouth moved to his throat and Kurapica forgot what he'd meant to ask, sucking in a breath instead. His fingers dug into the older man's shoulders and he arched his neck back, letting his eyes fall shut. Kuroro latched at his throat and sucked hard, wringing an involuntary moan from him. He bit his lower lip, trying to focus enough to remember why this was a bad idea, but he couldn't quite manage.
His zipper came down and Kuroro shoved a hand in, rubbing him to hardness and it was all so fast, so nearly violent. Kurapica started panting harshly. The room was spinning around him and he couldn't remember why he'd ever meant to stop Kuroro from touching him. In this moment, it was all that he wanted, all that he needed. When the older man ran his tongue up the side of his throat and bit his earlobe, he let out a sort of lusty whimper and tilted his head, giving Kuroro better access.
Suddenly, the taller man stepped away and Kurapica blinked dumbly at him, trying to gather his wits about him. Kuroro made his way to the bags and opened a side pocket, retrieving a bottle of lubricant before he straightened up and walked back to him. The short pause helped the Kuruta remember one thing at least. Kuroro didn't mean to take him right on top of the dresser, did he?!
As soon as he was close enough, Kurapica wrapped both arms and legs around him, catching his mouth in a kiss, before he pushed his weight off of the dresser, effectively making it so Kuroro had to carry him. The Spider head bit at his lower lip lightly and chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. Sliding his free hand to the back of Kurapica's thigh, he brought another throaty gasp from the blond, who tightened his legs around him. Gods, but Kurapica's heart was hammering in his chest. He'd never felt so out of control in his life, and instead of disliking the feeling, he loved it, relished it, was nearly high on it. Kuroro carried him to the bed closest to them and then they were going down. Kuroro stopped his fall by putting his hand forward so they hit the mattress first, but then Kurapica pulled him down on top of him.
They kissed again, and Kuroro's fingers hooked over the top of his waistband. He straightened up and pulled the jeans and underwear down and completely off. He put a knee on the mattress and shrugged out of his coat. Kurapica pushed himself back so his legs weren't dangling off of the bed. Kuroro's shirt, far too large for him, fell off his shoulder yet again, but at least it was long enough to cover him. Kuroro unzipped his top and shrugged that off too before crawling after him.
He kissed him roughly again and slid both hands up under the shirt so he could rake his fingers down his sides. Kurapica broke the kiss to throw his head back, breathing faster now. Kuroro knelt up and unzipped his boots before returning to the blond. His mouth latched onto his neck again and Kurapica's arms wrapped around Kuroro's shoulders.. The blond tilted his head back, opening up his throat for more of that delicious pain that came when the older man bit or sucked at the pale skin. He felt Kuroro take off one boot, then the other, and he heard them hit the floor when the older man pushed them off the bed.
He kissed the blond again and Kurapica could hear the bottle cap pop open on the lubricant. He expected the hand that slid between his thighs and barely winced when Kuroro slid one, then two fingers in, and it didn't feel all that odd when the taller man started scissoring his fingers, stretching him further. He broke the kiss, his fingers tangled in Kuroro's hair and he pulled him to his throat again, where the older man bit harder, wringing another breathless moan from the blond.
“Gods, K-” Kurapica gasped, arching his back, and was interrupted when Kuroro pressed another feverish kiss on his mouth.
Suddenly, the fingers were gone and the older man grazed his teeth down his throat as he reached for the bottle again. Kurapica expected his fingers again, but Kuroro was already pushing into him, and the blond sucked in a breath when the older man bit down on his shoulder at the same time. It hurt. It felt so good. How could something painful turn him on this much?! There was a slight pause where Kurapica noticed the feel of the taller man's pants against his skin, and when the Spider Head started pushing in again, he went slower, infuriatingly slow. Kurapica pushed against him with another soft sound. Whatever thoughtful sentiment had slowed the older man, it went right out the window as he thrust in harder and didn't stop again until he was in as deeply as he could go. Another pause, and he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in.
He grabbed Kurapica's bony hips, fingers digging into the skin. He pulled out some, and pushed in again, rougher this time. He sucked at his shoulder, right where he'd bitten, and it hurt, yet the pain made Kurapica breathe faster and arch into him. When he pushed into him again, it was even more forceful and wrung a soft cry from the blond. He rocked into him again and Kurapica started panting helplessly, caught between pleasure and the pain at his shoulder. He clung to Kuroro's shoulders trying to stop the cries that kept threatening escape his throat with each subsequent thrust of the taller man's hips.
Kuroro's mouth left his shoulder, laying kisses down the centre of his chest, over the thin fabric or his shirt, and Kurapica arched backwards, moaning softly. The older man couldn't get too far down, but he moved to the side and sucked one of Kurapica's nipples hard, so hard that even when he moved away, the blond could feel it still. Kuroro mouthed a path to the other side and give his other nipple the same treatment and this time, Kurapica couldn't keep in the strangled moan that welled out from his throat.
Kuroro let go of his hip with his right hand so he could lean on it, starting a fast, hard rhythm that rocked him with every thrust. It felt like he was as deep as he would ever go, shaking the blond to his very core, threatening his sanity, or what little of it he had left at this point. Kurapica swallowed thickly, mouth dry from panting and Kuroro rocked into him even harder. The taller man suddenly pushed himself up, straightening his upper body to get more leverage. It changed the angle and Kurapica arched upwards letting out another sharp yelp. His fingers scrambled over the coverlet for purchase and he managed to grab at the fabric, twisting it.
Kuroro started moving again, harder than he ever had. Kurapica let go with one hand, but only so he could bury it into his own hair, pulling at it even as he hid behind his arm, attempting to will himself not to start crying out with every thrust inside him. A few gasps escaped his throat despite his best effort and he let go of the covers with his other hand so he could bite at the side of his wrist in another attempt to keep himself silent. Kuroro's fingers were digging painfully into his hips but rather than upset him, it somehow managed to making him feel even more like he was completely unravelling. His blood-red eyes were tightly shut but not seeing the taller man only made him that much more aware of the feeling of him thrusting deep inside, of the way his blunt nails dug into his skin, of the sound of their breathing.
When Kuroro stopped moving, the blond nearly let out a disappointed sound, but somehow managed to contain it. His eyes opened but everything was swimming and he could barely think of anything except the pleasure that he was suddenly denied. He caught Kuroro's dark, hungry eyes devouring him, an odd look lighting his gaze as he stared at the younger man. When Kurapica's gaze finally focused on him, Kuroro leaned in for another harsh kiss, then he pulled out entirely.
“What -” Kurapica began, but Kuroro was already pulling at his arms.
He got him to sit up and stopped another question with a kiss.
“Not enough,” he growled against Kurapica's mouth.
He raked his hands down over Kurapica's ribs, underneath the shirt, and the blond gasped. He was far beyond rational thought now, and would give anything just to have Kuroro push into him again, touch him, take him to heaven with his heat and his desire. Suddenly, Kuroro spun him around and pushed him down on the mattress again, so that Kurapica was lying on his front. He straddled the younger man and grasped his buttocks with both hands, massaging them as he lay kiss upon kiss down the back of his neck, following the spine, over the shirt, between his shoulder blades, then back up. It wasn't enough, it wasn't what Kurapica wanted and he groaned softly.
Kuroro chuckled darkly, his breath warm on Kurapica's skin, just above the collar of the shirt he was still wearing.
“Oh, I'll give it to you,” he murmured, answering Kurapica's thoughts. “I'll take you higher than you ever have. You're -” He cut off whatever he was going to say and scraped his teeth over the back of his neck, making Kurapica gasp again.
He suddenly pulled the blond's buttocks to the sides and entered him again. A slight pause when he was deep inside, then he started a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into him as if he meant to make him feel it for days. Kurapica pulled at the bed-covers and bit down on them to stifle his cries. Kuroro only moved faster, harder, driving him completely insane. The Spider Head could have demanded anything of him at that moment, and he would have given it to him without a second thought, if only it meant that he would continue this mad, feverish dance.
Kuroro wrapped his arms around his torso and suddenly pulled him up. He kissed the back of his neck again, something that made Kurapica's chest tighten nearly painfully. He pulled the blond up to his knees and started thrusting into him, maddeningly slow. The sudden change of pace was leaving Kurapica's body craving for more. Kuroro stroked up over his ribs, the shirt bunching up just above his hands, then raked his fingers down just as he thrust in a little harder. Kurapica let out a strangled yelp and that seemed to stoke Kuroro's passion. He suddenly pushed the blond's chest back down, hips higher and started thrusting in earnest again. The angle meant that every single time that Kuroro pushed into him, he hit against a spot that drove Kurapica insane with pleasure.
Kuroro's fingers raked down all of the way to his hips and he started pulling him closer with each of his thrust, and Kurapica couldn't stifle the first few cries that escaped him. Then he clamped down on the sounds and could barely breathe as Kuroro went into a fast rhythm, his hands gripping him tight. It was mad, it was insane and it pulled his mind in every direction until he couldn't cope and he climaxed with a harsh sob that he couldn't stop from welling up and out of his throat. He came harder than he ever had and Kuroro didn't even leave him time to breathe but kept thrusting into him for a short time before he, too came, spilling his seed deep, so deep inside, and then he let himself fall forward. His seed felt so hot inside and Kurapica nearly felt like he had come again just from that. When Kuroro's weight hit him, Kurapica grunted. He tried catching his breath. His mouth felt so dry.
“You're heavy,” he protested after a moment, “get off me.” Kuroro pulled out and pushed himself on his side, but kept one arm over Kurapica's waist, holding him in a manner that seemed nearly possessive to the blond. He waited a moment, but the taller man made no move to let go. “I'm thirsty,” Kurapica said, trying to move away. “Would you let go so I can go grab a glass of water?”
“In a moment,” Kuroro assured him and pulled him so that Kurapica's back was pressed against his chest.
Kurapica swallowed thickly. He waited patiently, but still the older man made no move to let go of him. Eventually, he did move his arm, but only so that he could run his fingers up and down Kurapica's side, just under the shirt. It was nearly ticklish and Kurapica shifted, then tightened his muscles.
He didn't know what to make of what had happened. The sudden way that the older man had attacked him, so to speak, was now confusing him. Not that Kuroro didn't tend to be somewhat... passionate when it came to sex, but it had never been quite this raw and intense. His own reaction to the touch shamed him. But still, Kuroro's actions were confusing. Why drive in silence for one and a half day, only to initiate intercourse so suddenly?
“I should have known,” Kuroro murmured, lips grazing against the back of his neck, “I should have known that you wouldn't be taken so easily. Even without nen, you are a very strong fighter.” His hand tightened against his side. “I'm glad I chose you as one of my Spiders.”
There were so many things wrong with how Kurapica's chest tightened at those words.