[Will Mukuro ever get tired of prying his name from the priest's lips? Most likely not, especially when it is an incomplete prayer, an unfinished thought. Panting at the feel of the priest's hands trying to pin him in place, he grinned wickedly, canting his head to the side to look down at him.
He straightened his spine, rolling his hips more forcefully, drinking in the young priest's expression and the noises he was making.]
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He straightened his spine, rolling his hips more forcefully, drinking in the young priest's expression and the noises he was making.]
Say it properly.
[He's waiting for his 'sama' still.]