You're still human, no matter what your occupation.

[It was said easily enough, with Mukuro pressing a few kisses along the priest's neck, mouth curved into a smirk. Ah, those sounds were good ones. He could get used to them, to being the reason for them, to forcing more and more of them out of Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth.

He turned to look at the priest almost fondly as he pressed his head against his shoulder, running a hand through his hair and tugging his head to the side to give him more access to his neck.]

Being coy doesn't suit you. Haven't I told you how important you are to me, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[You fascinate me etc etc.]