[There's still an ache in his hand and an ache between his legs when he wakes up. Two different kinds.]
[Cold water strings away one and, when he's sure he's completely limp, Chikusa goes back to a warm shower for the first time in days. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and thinks.]
[Now is the perfect time to cut off all contact. It'd show that creature right, for one thing, better than any weak punch could do. Besides, that encounter.... It'd been too close. Kissing was one thing, but the way the demon had pressed his body against him in just the right way.... Chikusa shakes his head, trying to banish the thought before it can affect him. Anyway, it'd almost made him ejaculate, and...]
[Something occurs to him then. All these meetings... They're not truly real, are they? The tea has never filled him. Certainly, he was erect this morning, but the body reacts to thoughts as much as anything. If he spilled semen in a dream, was it wasting semen, which was the problem with extra-marital sex and masturbation, or was it simply lecherous thoughts? He ponders it all as he finishes his shower and wanders into the kitchen for breakfast.]
[Not that it matters! The force of the thought hits him so hard that he ends up frowning at his toast. He doesn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of making him come like that. And considering how sensitive he is.... Unused to touching even himself.... Although, he wonders, is there a way to stop that from even happening?]
[Which is how Chikusa finds himself where he is: googling on the internet and doing his best not to get worked up about the results. As it turns out, there are ways to keep ones self from ejaculation, it simply takes work.]
[(Although this doesn't apply to orgasm, he's fascinated to learn. Apparently, the two are actually completely different things. Maybe he should start looking up the biological facts of sex and genitals- make it less attractive and have it be educational.)]
[For a long time, Chikusa thinks on his choice- an entire week, partially because he's giving it heavy thought and partially because he hopes the wait is aggravating even a little for an immortal being like Mukuro. Finally, however, he returns to the contract.]
[The demon had talked about doing more than one task. Very well. If he insists.]
[Chikusa takes perhaps a bit more satisfaction than is probably morally accepted in writing the list. It's nice and long, filled with everything he can think of. Not only does he take inspiration from the needy of the church, but he flicks through news as well and carefully looks over things on the internet.]
[Towards the very end, he makes sure to add that if all of this is too much, the demon is more than welcome to break off the contract himself and never contact him again.]
[It'll work either way for him, Chikusa thinks. Hopes. Perhaps he can outlast a demon when it come to stubbornness, in which case he'll have no complaints. And if the creature actually does do it all...]
[Chikusa makes sure to pray long and hard, begging forgiveness from God for what he plans to do, before trying the instructions a certain site has for, ah... "ejaculatory control".]
[He's going to need a long while to get used to this before they meet again, after all. Chikusa doesn't like the idea of consistently losing.]
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[Cold water strings away one and, when he's sure he's completely limp, Chikusa goes back to a warm shower for the first time in days. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and thinks.]
[Now is the perfect time to cut off all contact. It'd show that creature right, for one thing, better than any weak punch could do. Besides, that encounter.... It'd been too close. Kissing was one thing, but the way the demon had pressed his body against him in just the right way.... Chikusa shakes his head, trying to banish the thought before it can affect him. Anyway, it'd almost made him ejaculate, and...]
[Something occurs to him then. All these meetings... They're not truly real, are they? The tea has never filled him. Certainly, he was erect this morning, but the body reacts to thoughts as much as anything. If he spilled semen in a dream, was it wasting semen, which was the problem with extra-marital sex and masturbation, or was it simply lecherous thoughts? He ponders it all as he finishes his shower and wanders into the kitchen for breakfast.]
[Not that it matters! The force of the thought hits him so hard that he ends up frowning at his toast. He doesn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of making him come like that. And considering how sensitive he is.... Unused to touching even himself.... Although, he wonders, is there a way to stop that from even happening?]
[Which is how Chikusa finds himself where he is: googling on the internet and doing his best not to get worked up about the results. As it turns out, there are ways to keep ones self from ejaculation, it simply takes work.]
[(Although this doesn't apply to orgasm, he's fascinated to learn. Apparently, the two are actually completely different things. Maybe he should start looking up the biological facts of sex and genitals- make it less attractive and have it be educational.)]
[For a long time, Chikusa thinks on his choice- an entire week, partially because he's giving it heavy thought and partially because he hopes the wait is aggravating even a little for an immortal being like Mukuro. Finally, however, he returns to the contract.]
[The demon had talked about doing more than one task. Very well. If he insists.]
[Chikusa takes perhaps a bit more satisfaction than is probably morally accepted in writing the list. It's nice and long, filled with everything he can think of. Not only does he take inspiration from the needy of the church, but he flicks through news as well and carefully looks over things on the internet.]
[Towards the very end, he makes sure to add that if all of this is too much, the demon is more than welcome to break off the contract himself and never contact him again.]
[It'll work either way for him, Chikusa thinks. Hopes. Perhaps he can outlast a demon when it come to stubbornness, in which case he'll have no complaints. And if the creature actually does do it all...]
[Chikusa makes sure to pray long and hard, begging forgiveness from God for what he plans to do, before trying the instructions a certain site has for, ah... "ejaculatory control".]
[He's going to need a long while to get used to this before they meet again, after all. Chikusa doesn't like the idea of consistently losing.]