endless airship, a hunter x hunter dressing room

*killua giggles and wriggles, trying to avoid her assault with no avail. her tongue right now is so different from the rough, sandpaper brush he's used to from the cat room, so soft and wet, soaking right through his shirt and laving over his sensitive nipple. the bubbles in his stomach fizzle and pop as he jolts with the stimulation.*

c-c'mon, it's clean now!