[Mukuro’s voice is as bad as any touch he could lay on him, the mere sound of it drawing slowly up his spine like a teasing finger. There’s a road in front of him, Chikusa knows, but he can’t truly see it at all. Only habit and instinct keeps him straight and obeying the law as his heartbeat pounds in his ears..]
You know… I didn’t agree to anything.
[It’s weak even to his ears; he must sounds pathetic to another’s. Faltering. He swallows, feeling like a rock is being pushed through his throat.]
A- a kiss.
[While it might seem like it’s back to basics for the demon, well… It had been his first brush of sin. The first thing that had made him moan.]
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You know… I didn’t agree to anything.
[It’s weak even to his ears; he must sounds pathetic to another’s. Faltering. He swallows, feeling like a rock is being pushed through his throat.]
A- a kiss.
[While it might seem like it’s back to basics for the demon, well… It had been his first brush of sin. The first thing that had made him moan.]