[While theological arguments weren't exactly Mukuro's preferred brand of dirty talk, he would take what he could get from the young priest. He pressed down closer against him, scrapping his teeth experimentally against the column of his throat, before flicking his tongue teasingly against Chikusa Kakimoto's earlobe.]
My, my, and what answers have you found?
[He kept up the soft kisses, and while he was tempted to suck and bite color into life on the priest's pale neck, he'd behave himself for now.
Except for his hand that was inching slowly underneath the young priest's shirt.]
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My, my, and what answers have you found?
[He kept up the soft kisses, and while he was tempted to suck and bite color into life on the priest's pale neck, he'd behave himself for now.
Except for his hand that was inching slowly underneath the young priest's shirt.]