[ Unfortunately, it's a small world and fate really has it out for Hisoka here. Sucks to be him, suffice to say. But the doctor's more than amused at this rather violent reaction, coupled with the way the boy tried so desperately to escape.
Best day ever.
His hand never leaves, however. As if to incite him further, it travels higher over that perfectly smooth porcelain skin that offered no resistance against his fingers. That perfect supple limb. Fond memories indeed. ]
It brings out your rather prominent features however, sweet thing that you are.
[ And drawing close just to whisper against his ear. ]