[That small shake of his head was barely discernable, but to Mukuro, it was enough to get the blood in his borrowed body flowing sharply and quickly, his heart racing. Chikusa Kakimoto might as well have gone to the top of the mountains to shout he was ready to be claimed and taken, and Mukuro wasn't one to deny himself or someone else a chance to sin.]
What do you want me to do to you when we get home?
[It was purred out soft and slow, but Mukuro's eyes were burning as he leaned forward, careful not to touch the priest just yet, but just barely restraining himself.]
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What do you want me to do to you when we get home?
[It was purred out soft and slow, but Mukuro's eyes were burning as he leaned forward, careful not to touch the priest just yet, but just barely restraining himself.]