[The fact that the priest seemed to be enjoying the sound of his voice or at least the compliments. It didn't escape his notice at how quickly the priest was getting hard, or how he seemed to prefer long, slow strokes. Well, Mukuro could certainly accommodate when he got the chance.

He couldn't help but laugh at the sudden reaction to the last bit, canting his head to the side.]

Every part of you is beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even the parts you try to hide or are ashamed of. You shouldn't be.

[Mukuro met his gaze, eyes half lidded and burning.]

Even now, I want to touch you, to match that slow pace you're setting for yourself. I want to know where you liked to be touched and how. I want to know how you taste.