[Mukuro pulls away and Chikusa falls back, head thumping softly against the couch as he heaves in breath again. Words are a foreign concept, something he can't even begin to grasp right now as he blinks at Mukuro in a soft daze. By the time he comprehends meaning, the demon is already grinding down on him and Chikusa's hips jolt upwards.]
Mukuro-
[His fingers scramble downwards, trying to grab at the demon's hips in defiance of the soft pleasured noise on his lips.]
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Mukuro-
[His fingers scramble downwards, trying to grab at the demon's hips in defiance of the soft pleasured noise on his lips.]