[For all that Chikusa Kakimoto would believe that this was a one sided ordeal, where it was only a trap for one of them, Mukuro would have to disagree. Those fumbling kisses are enough to move Mukuro, to make him need more, to want to pull him closer and closer until he was in his skin. Those soft gasps were like nails down his back, raking pleasure through him rough and heady. And holding the priest as he finally came made Mukuro press a kiss more tenderly than he had given in some time against his mouth, then along his neck. Getting what he wanted hadn't satisfied him enough to make him bored of the situation. No, it made him want more and more.
Even as Chikusa Kakimoto moaned into him, he wanted to clamber off him to finish what he had started earlier. He wanted to teach him as much pleasure as was physically possible in one night, then continue on during the day. And wasn't that an issue?]
Say it again, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[He ran a hand gently through the other man's hair, leaning back far enough to take in his handiwork.]
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Even as Chikusa Kakimoto moaned into him, he wanted to clamber off him to finish what he had started earlier. He wanted to teach him as much pleasure as was physically possible in one night, then continue on during the day. And wasn't that an issue?]
Say it again, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[He ran a hand gently through the other man's hair, leaning back far enough to take in his handiwork.]