[My, my, for someone who had been so opposed to any sort of pleasure, it seemed as if the young priest had overcome those hang ups and seemed eager for what Mukuro had to give him. He let out a small noise of appreciation as he felt the priest's fingers dig into his hips, and obligingly, he ground down further, rutting against him over and over. It was worth it to see that glazed look in the priest's eyes, to hear those noises come from him, to tangibly feel his desire.

He reached up a hand to turn the priest's face back to his, smirking as he leaned in.]

I want to hear it, Chikusa Kakimoto. No matter how sinful, embarrassing, or terrible you think it might be, do it for me.

[To help sweeten the deal, bit into the other side of the priest's neck.]