[The night that they had re-met, Mukuro had come close to him, but it hadn't been anything strange. Merely using him to ward against cold, sleepy and nonthreatening. It had been easy to dismiss.]
[Now, however, the air feels thick with tension, and God help him but he remembers so much as the demon comes up close against him. A familiar warmth, something he had done his best to bury when he had stopped his deal with the demon, curls in his spine as the memories surge.]
[A kitchen, dark, the demon hot, hair fisted in his fingers and their tongues sliding together. Light filtering in through his bedroom window, draping him in shadow as he lay against him, making him spasm with those first tastes of pleasure. Orders, the ache of want, the pressure of fingertips on his jaw-]
[Chikusa tries to stop his shudder as Mukuro leans into him, breath hot against his ear, but can't.]
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[Oh no.]
[It's this again.]
[The night that they had re-met, Mukuro had come close to him, but it hadn't been anything strange. Merely using him to ward against cold, sleepy and nonthreatening. It had been easy to dismiss.]
[Now, however, the air feels thick with tension, and God help him but he remembers so much as the demon comes up close against him. A familiar warmth, something he had done his best to bury when he had stopped his deal with the demon, curls in his spine as the memories surge.]
[A kitchen, dark, the demon hot, hair fisted in his fingers and their tongues sliding together. Light filtering in through his bedroom window, draping him in shadow as he lay against him, making him spasm with those first tastes of pleasure. Orders, the ache of want, the pressure of fingertips on his jaw-]
[Chikusa tries to stop his shudder as Mukuro leans into him, breath hot against his ear, but can't.]
Stop that.