[Mukuro was tempted, devilishly so, to continue. To grind down and make the priest come in his pants, to undo them and lap up the mess until he's hard again, to suck him off until he comes again- but ah, he might be getting ahead of him.
Instead, he stopped all of his movement, save for his eyes drinking in the expressions on the young priest's face, before reaching up to delicately unwind his hair from Chikusa Kakimoto's grasp.
He supposed he's proved a point for now, and he will have to take comfort in that for now.]
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[Mukuro was tempted, devilishly so, to continue. To grind down and make the priest come in his pants, to undo them and lap up the mess until he's hard again, to suck him off until he comes again- but ah, he might be getting ahead of him.
Instead, he stopped all of his movement, save for his eyes drinking in the expressions on the young priest's face, before reaching up to delicately unwind his hair from Chikusa Kakimoto's grasp.
He supposed he's proved a point for now, and he will have to take comfort in that for now.]
Should I leave you to your cold shower, priest?
[If it sounded mocking, well, it definitely was.]