[Ah, there it was. Mukuro had missed that adorable flush on the priest's features, finding that it suited him more than anything else. Except perhaps, for those endearingly adorable hats.
The talk of souls was only met with a small huff of laughter as Mukuro slid Chikusa's clothes off, pressing a light kiss against his thigh, and then a bite, repeating the pattern along the patch of exposed skin leisurely.]
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The talk of souls was only met with a small huff of laughter as Mukuro slid Chikusa's clothes off, pressing a light kiss against his thigh, and then a bite, repeating the pattern along the patch of exposed skin leisurely.]
You don't think there are some there already?
[After all, souls and dreams were ephemeral.]