[It shouldn't be as arousing as it is to have the priest say his name so breathlessly, but it was. More, more, more. It was a cacophonous mantra that almost drowned everything out, but Mukuro was nothing if not self-possessed. Once he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's hands against his shirt, he pulled back, breath coming out in soft pants.
Delicately, he untangled the hand that the priest had used to touch himself from his shirt, bringing it to his lips to clean it off with his lips, tongue, and mouth. The cooling fluid wasn't enough, not by a long shot. He wanted to dip his mouth between the priest's legs to swallow up all the excess, to lap up what had coated his chest with his tongue, to catch every little piece of him. But the small amount on his hand would have to do for now.]
I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared.
[Because Mukuro wanted more, was impatient for more, and he also didn't want to leave the priest alone too long with his own thoughts and doubts and shame.]
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Delicately, he untangled the hand that the priest had used to touch himself from his shirt, bringing it to his lips to clean it off with his lips, tongue, and mouth. The cooling fluid wasn't enough, not by a long shot. He wanted to dip his mouth between the priest's legs to swallow up all the excess, to lap up what had coated his chest with his tongue, to catch every little piece of him. But the small amount on his hand would have to do for now.]
I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared.
[Because Mukuro wanted more, was impatient for more, and he also didn't want to leave the priest alone too long with his own thoughts and doubts and shame.]