[His eyes don’t see the roads back to his apartment, and his ears are deaf to everything but his heart and Mukuro’s deceivingly quiet voice. That he doesn’t get into a wreck feels like a miracle all its own, leaving him safe to park his car and go up the steps leading to his home. The entire time, he’s far too aware of the demon’s presence behind him, and his morals wage war against his own desires with each step.]
[He shouldn’t do this. He told himself he wouldn’t. The demon only wants to corrupt him, to drag him to hell.]
[And yet. And yet.]
[Automatically, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door to his apartment, feeling his heart in his throat as he steps inside. Mukuro only needs to follow before the door is being hastily shoved shut behind him, and Chikusa’s fingers are digging into his arms as he steps closer.]
Only this.
[A desperate rasp of a murmur, before he leans in to catch his lips in his own.]
no subject
[He shouldn’t do this. He told himself he wouldn’t. The demon only wants to corrupt him, to drag him to hell.]
[And yet. And yet.]
[Automatically, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door to his apartment, feeling his heart in his throat as he steps inside. Mukuro only needs to follow before the door is being hastily shoved shut behind him, and Chikusa’s fingers are digging into his arms as he steps closer.]
Only this.
[A desperate rasp of a murmur, before he leans in to catch his lips in his own.]