[If Mukuro's mouth wasn't already occupied, he'd have to grin victoriously. Sin, in his humble opinion, tasted much like this. Like saliva, like the swipe of a tongue, like a stuttering hot breath. He could practically feel the priest's will eroding with each brush of their lips, with each exchanged contact.
He had been debating whether or not to press the priest back against the counter behind them, to get a proper friction, when he felt the priest's fingers in his hair again. He let out a small noise of satisfaction at the touch, before he was so rudely yanked away.
Eyes narrowing slightly, he reflexively put a hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's as if to shield himself from any further rough treatment. Not that he necessarily minded it. My, just what had the young priest been looking into?]
Too much?
[He smirked up at the priest through lowered lashes, licking at his glistening lips.]
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He had been debating whether or not to press the priest back against the counter behind them, to get a proper friction, when he felt the priest's fingers in his hair again. He let out a small noise of satisfaction at the touch, before he was so rudely yanked away.
Eyes narrowing slightly, he reflexively put a hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's as if to shield himself from any further rough treatment. Not that he necessarily minded it. My, just what had the young priest been looking into?]
Too much?
[He smirked up at the priest through lowered lashes, licking at his glistening lips.]