[That laughter, soft and pleasantly dragging through his ear, makes him feel like a mistake, but he can't fight it. He can't fight the words, the feel of those teeth, those arms wrapping around his body in a mockery of a lover's embrace to entrap him.]
[Because that's what this is. A trap. And Chikusa is utterly ensnared.]
[All his guilt and aggravation at his own weaknesses can come later. God knows that's what's always happened before. In the now, he presses further into the demon's embrace and the soft noises he makes are swallowed up in their kiss. Clumsily, he tries to return Mukuro's attention with a swipe of his own tongue, but he's far too distracted by the friction between them. It stutters his mouth in soft gasps, lodges his mind from any train of thought...]
[...and soon sends him tumbling over the edge, legs locked and trembling as he curls into Mukuro with a helpless moan.]
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[Because that's what this is. A trap. And Chikusa is utterly ensnared.]
[All his guilt and aggravation at his own weaknesses can come later. God knows that's what's always happened before. In the now, he presses further into the demon's embrace and the soft noises he makes are swallowed up in their kiss. Clumsily, he tries to return Mukuro's attention with a swipe of his own tongue, but he's far too distracted by the friction between them. It stutters his mouth in soft gasps, lodges his mind from any train of thought...]
[...and soon sends him tumbling over the edge, legs locked and trembling as he curls into Mukuro with a helpless moan.]