[All it takes is that touch, and it’s as though his body goes boneless, melts. How pathetic, even he has to admit, that he falls apart so smoothly and easily at the mere gesture of those hands cradling his face.]
[But… He’s wanted this. To be touched so intimately and carefully. Nothing like it has ever compared, and he’s been starving for it. Not since the demon first did it, either, but longer. No one has touched him like this for all his life, and, God help him, but he’s desperate for it. Nothing else compares to the pressure of Mukuro’s hands at his jaw or the warm slide of their lips against one another.]
[For all the time that’s passed, Chikusa still remembers the lessons he was taught. He’s clumsy with his kiss, yes, but he remembers as he attempts to press his tongue into Mukuro’s mouth in search of that way which sends fire down his spine.]
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[But… He’s wanted this. To be touched so intimately and carefully. Nothing like it has ever compared, and he’s been starving for it. Not since the demon first did it, either, but longer. No one has touched him like this for all his life, and, God help him, but he’s desperate for it. Nothing else compares to the pressure of Mukuro’s hands at his jaw or the warm slide of their lips against one another.]
[For all the time that’s passed, Chikusa still remembers the lessons he was taught. He’s clumsy with his kiss, yes, but he remembers as he attempts to press his tongue into Mukuro’s mouth in search of that way which sends fire down his spine.]