[It's debatable if Chikusa has even heard his words. In the last few moments of the dream, his eyes are locked onto Mukuro's lips as he cleans away the cum on his hands.]
[There's no describing how dirty he feels when he awakens in the morning. But then, maybe that's because of the erection in his pants right there first thing, and the precum making everything stick. Forcing himself not to think of a sly mouth cleaning it away, he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush for the shower.]
[From that point on, through the whole day, he's tormented by those final words. I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared. Even recalling that and not even the entire events of that dream makes his heart speed up. Only a day, and Chikusa is more than aware that's not enough time. Best he can, he crams as much prayer into his mind as he can whenever he doesn't have other duties to focus on. Even breakfast and then lunch go skipped, his mind so frazzled.]
[For as long as he can manages, he avoids home after his work is done. It won't help, logically he knows that. His dreams are something that happen within in mind, not his actual apartment. But even the city has to rest at some point... Moreso a human body. So he comes into his apartment late at night, turning his rosary over between his fingers.]
[He's nervous. Scared? And... There's no denying the excited arousal waiting in the back of his mind. But the way it had felt... All the intense prayer in the world, done on his knees before his bed, can't seem to banish it.]
[Will the usual mundane scene start out when he comes into his dream? And how much will that help considering how the last one had gone? Chikusa doesn't know.]
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[There's no describing how dirty he feels when he awakens in the morning. But then, maybe that's because of the erection in his pants right there first thing, and the precum making everything stick. Forcing himself not to think of a sly mouth cleaning it away, he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush for the shower.]
[From that point on, through the whole day, he's tormented by those final words. I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared. Even recalling that and not even the entire events of that dream makes his heart speed up. Only a day, and Chikusa is more than aware that's not enough time. Best he can, he crams as much prayer into his mind as he can whenever he doesn't have other duties to focus on. Even breakfast and then lunch go skipped, his mind so frazzled.]
[For as long as he can manages, he avoids home after his work is done. It won't help, logically he knows that. His dreams are something that happen within in mind, not his actual apartment. But even the city has to rest at some point... Moreso a human body. So he comes into his apartment late at night, turning his rosary over between his fingers.]
[He's nervous. Scared? And... There's no denying the excited arousal waiting in the back of his mind. But the way it had felt... All the intense prayer in the world, done on his knees before his bed, can't seem to banish it.]
[Will the usual mundane scene start out when he comes into his dream? And how much will that help considering how the last one had gone? Chikusa doesn't know.]