[Feeling pressure between his legs sends sparks crackling up his spine, and Chikusa gasp against the demon’s mouth. Already, he can feel his self control wavering, the longing in his chest curling tighter, and he tries to pull himself away from those tempting lips.]
Just- a kiss.
[Even if he wants more. Even if he hasn’t stepped away to lessen that leg against his crotch. Even if all he can think about is that encounter in their dreams, Mukuro’s teeth at his throat.]
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Just- a kiss.
[Even if he wants more. Even if he hasn’t stepped away to lessen that leg against his crotch. Even if all he can think about is that encounter in their dreams, Mukuro’s teeth at his throat.]