[Everytime he had violently jerked his hands through Mukuro's hair, he had pondered at the demon's reaction. If not for the situations which had surrounded every occasion, he would have spent so long staring. Didn't such a thing hurt? Why such deliriously pleasured moans that traveled down into Chikusa's stomach?]

[Now, he understands. Mukuro only tugs his hair briefly, guiding him, and Chikusa's eyes flutter as something about the movement electrifies his spine.]

[Oh.]

Nngh... [He blinks back into the present moment, fingers curling into tender skin and hair.] There's no reason for me to believe that... Not with how demons are and what people you've seen in your long life.