[For someone who could vanquish demons as easily as breathing, the priest could be so damnably gentle. Mukuro sighed softly before he was aware of the movement, eyes fluttering halfway closed as the priest mapped out his jaw, then his throat. Obligingly, he turned his head to allow him more access, letting out a small noise of encouragement. Pinned between the priest's warmth and the engulfing comfort of the bed, head swimming with wine and the exhaustion that was built into his bones, he almost didn't catch that small confession.
Comfortingly, he ran a hand along the priest's spine, ready to offer him a platitude, to tell him what exactly he could do but-
Sleep took him before he knew what was happening. Someone was going to wake up pissed.]
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Comfortingly, he ran a hand along the priest's spine, ready to offer him a platitude, to tell him what exactly he could do but-
Sleep took him before he knew what was happening. Someone was going to wake up pissed.]