[My, my, now that reaction was surprising, and not an unpleasant one in the least. Mukuro couldn't stop himself from tipping his chin up, looking down at Chikusa Kakimoto knowingly, smugly, drinking in the sight and that sound he'd finally gotten out of him. Instead of satisfying his curiosity as it should, it only sharpened Mukuro's hunger. If just speaking warranted such a beautiful noise, what others could he expect once he finally got his hands on him?]
You're not stopping.
[Again, spoken like an order, and Mukuro got onto his knees, leaning over Chikusa Kakimoto's slim and tantalizing body to touch his face, to turn it towards him. He tenderly brushed away the hair that the young priest was trying so hard to hide behind, crooning intimately like a lover and not like a demon intent to drag him down into temptation.]
I'm not going to allow it. Do you understand, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[Because even if Mukuro was a shameless voyeur, even he was being pushed to his limits. His little virginal priest had been touching himself this whole time without allowing himself release? That was a wrong so sinful that Mukuro would take it into his own hands to right.
The priest was so close Mukuro could practically taste it, wanted to taste it.]
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You're not stopping.
[Again, spoken like an order, and Mukuro got onto his knees, leaning over Chikusa Kakimoto's slim and tantalizing body to touch his face, to turn it towards him. He tenderly brushed away the hair that the young priest was trying so hard to hide behind, crooning intimately like a lover and not like a demon intent to drag him down into temptation.]
I'm not going to allow it. Do you understand, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[Because even if Mukuro was a shameless voyeur, even he was being pushed to his limits. His little virginal priest had been touching himself this whole time without allowing himself release? That was a wrong so sinful that Mukuro would take it into his own hands to right.
The priest was so close Mukuro could practically taste it, wanted to taste it.]