[The priest's reaction was so instantaneous it was almost hilarious, but all highly satisfying. He had been slightly concerned that the priest might have forgotten all the lessons that Mukuro had so kindly imparted to him all those months ago, but he should have known that the priest would have tried to repress those memories instead of working through them. That suited Mukuro just fine, considering repression only meant as soon as he tore the door keeping those memories at bay off of its hinges, he'd unleash everything bursting to get out.

He smirked against the priest's skin, lowering his lashes, sure that they were close enough the priest could feel them brushing against his skin. For all of his words, the priest still wasn't pushing him away, after all.]

Do you really want me to, Chikusa Kakimoto? Have you behaved yourself all of these cold, lonely months and not even once thought of what we've done together? Found yourself wanting more? [He brushed his mouth lightly against the priest's throat, voice lowering.] ...Touched yourself?

[He didn't have to be a full fledged demon to smell that want coming off of the priest in waves, and as always, he wanted to swallow it off of his skin, to explore every inch of the priest with his mouth and hands, to devour him whole. If only he'd let him.]