[For someone who called this a mistake, Chikusa Kakimoto didn't seem to view it as such right now. The way he looked at him was far too tender, far too wanting, far too indecent for Mukuro to believe that the priest had any qualms about bedding him. Not when his hands were so gentle on his face, and Mukuro let out a soft sigh at the touch, leaning into it slightly. He let his gaze meet the priest's a small smile curling at the edges of his lips.]
Would it be so terrible to be with me?
[There was more he could say, but for once, it felt like far too much work to use words, not when it was just as easy to grip the priest's clothes and draw him in for another kiss, letting this one linger sweetly.]
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Would it be so terrible to be with me?
[There was more he could say, but for once, it felt like far too much work to use words, not when it was just as easy to grip the priest's clothes and draw him in for another kiss, letting this one linger sweetly.]