[Expression as near to guileless curiosity as a demon could muster, Mukuro searched the young priest's expression, as if trying to decode this new odd behavior. Perhaps he was readying himself to break the contract, to try to weasel out of having to pay Mukuro for his services, or to beg off for now.
So he made a soft surprised noise when he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth against his, his hand hot as a brand against his chest. His eyes widened slightly for a second before he smirked, closing his eyes and leaning forward, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. So had this been what the young priest had been teaching himself? Mukuro couldn't complain in the least, fisting his hands in his shirt to draw him down closer, kissing him hungrily.]
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So he made a soft surprised noise when he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth against his, his hand hot as a brand against his chest. His eyes widened slightly for a second before he smirked, closing his eyes and leaning forward, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. So had this been what the young priest had been teaching himself? Mukuro couldn't complain in the least, fisting his hands in his shirt to draw him down closer, kissing him hungrily.]