#*on twitter

Chrollos favorite type of kiss from you are kisses to the back of his neck. But not just pecks or simple press of your lips to his skin. No, he likes them deep. He likes to feel your lips desperate to the point where your teeth lightly graze his skin and your saliva gathers so much that it drips down his spine. He likes movement. The way your lower lips follows the wake of your upper lip, and smears across his skin. He likes it messy. He likes it loud. He wants you to worship every spot on the back of his neck till all he can think about is the ridges of your lips, and the smell of your breath, and the pace of your heart, and the heat of your skin to his. He wants his eyes to roll back into his head when you stop with your kissing and lick a long stripe, from the top of his spine to the edges of his hair. Chrollos favorite types of kisses from you aren’t really kisses. They’re a jail cell of heat and carnal desire. because no matter what he does, he can’t ever escape the infatuation he has with your touch. Your presence. You.

I'm so glad I'm not a Star Wars fan *