[Pleasure shoots up suddenly from his cock to his mind, and Chikusa jolts in his seat. Instinctively, he slams a hand up over his mouth to help stop the gasping whimper which threatens to roll out of his lips. His other hand digs into his cushions, the scrape of his nails sharp and noticeable.]
[Gaining control of himself again, he narrows his eyes down over his hands at Mukuro.]
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[Pleasure shoots up suddenly from his cock to his mind, and Chikusa jolts in his seat. Instinctively, he slams a hand up over his mouth to help stop the gasping whimper which threatens to roll out of his lips. His other hand digs into his cushions, the scrape of his nails sharp and noticeable.]
[Gaining control of himself again, he narrows his eyes down over his hands at Mukuro.]
[He hates when he does that.]