[Just like the night before, aftershocks of orgasm leave him limp and defenseless. As Mukuro pulls away, he slumps back against the couch. Ah. So this is what it means to be boneless- muscles loose and relaxed, his head lost in a soft fog, and the only thing keeping him grounded is the demon's touch as he strokes attentive fingers through his hair.]
[So nice. What a pity it's such a sin, in more ways than one.]
[Still so sensitive immediately after orgasm, and he jerks slightly again as Mukuro shifts his weight on his lap. His eyes slide shut- from exhaustion or some remnants of embarrassment at the words that obligingly and quietly fall from his lips.]
Mukuro-sama...
[As if by coincidence, the marks that have been bitten into his flesh throb, and his breath catches in his throat.]
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[So nice. What a pity it's such a sin, in more ways than one.]
[Still so sensitive immediately after orgasm, and he jerks slightly again as Mukuro shifts his weight on his lap. His eyes slide shut- from exhaustion or some remnants of embarrassment at the words that obligingly and quietly fall from his lips.]
Mukuro-sama...
[As if by coincidence, the marks that have been bitten into his flesh throb, and his breath catches in his throat.]