[How strange it is, watching and feeling the demon be so compliant beneath him. Aren't their positions usually reversed? The demon pinning him against his own door to make him moan, or settling on his lap with that self satisfied smirk to grind down on him teasingly... Now here he is so soft and quiet. Well, it's not like Chikusa would ever complain about the latter. So he enjoys the moment for it is, whatever is past his choking heart, and savors the feel of Mukuro's smooth skin beneath his lips. The pulse he feels at his mouth is so much more calm than his own; he tries to focus on it as if it'll help.]
[When that hand smooths along his spine, his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, and Chikusa frezes with his nose nuzzling at Mukuro's throat. Breathlessly, he waits for instruction, for teasing, for- anything at all, really.]
[And what does he get in the end? A completely limp still hand, and breathing even slower than what it had already been.]
[For a second, he doesn't quite understand, and Chikusa raises his head with a couple of confused blinks. Did he really- He did. The demon really did fall asleep on him. All that, that flirting, and the wine, and sitting on his god damn lap in the kitchen, and.... This is what happens? For a second, all he can do is look offended as he gestures at the snoozing demon beneath him, a small annoyed noise squeaking out from his throat.]
[He can't believe this.]
[There's nothing else to do about it. Definitely not sulking or in disbelief, Chikusa gently slides Mukuro's arm from around his back and leaves his own bedroom. There's still dinner to finish; he wouldn't have bothered with the whole thing if he'd known this is what would happen. At least it's good food he tries to enjoy, after he puts away the remnants of the sundae. The wine he leaves out. In fact, when he finishes his glass, he doesn't bother to refill it. Straight from the bottle does just fine, thank you. If he wanders around with it, even leaning against the doorframe to glower at the stupid and inane and dumb demon that's been trying to tempt him into breaking his vows this whole time.... Listen. It's his apartment. No one else is watching him.]
[When he's had his fill of wine, Chikusa sighs and gets to getting his apartment back in order. Wine, plugged. Leftovers, refrigerated. He even slips back into his bedroom to slide Mukuro's shoes off, and goes through the whole annoying process of tucking him into the blankets. Only God knows if he grumbles. While it's a tempting thing to leave his alarm set to give the demon a rude awakening.... He takes one look at that sleeping face and sighs before turning it off.]
[Love your enemies, and all that. His phone alarm will do well enough, something he makes sure to set up before draping his long frame across the length of the couch.]
[Morning comes early for him, and full of headaches and a dry throat besides. Chikusa nearly forgets why he's pushing himself off of the couch. Going into his room to change gives him a good enough reminder, at least, with the demon still curled up in Chikusa's own bed and sound asleep. It's with a sigh that he leaves some painkillers and a tall glass of water on the bedside table, even when getting his own. The demon is ridiculous enough on his own. Chikusa can only imagine what he's like with a hangover. The only unfortunate thing is that he won't be there to keep an eye on him; he has work to attend to regardless of his physical condition. A quick note to take the painkillers, rest, and not do anything is left with the glass, and then Chikusa takes off for work.]
[Hopefully he doesn't come back to any messes, or worse nonsense.]
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[When that hand smooths along his spine, his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, and Chikusa frezes with his nose nuzzling at Mukuro's throat. Breathlessly, he waits for instruction, for teasing, for- anything at all, really.]
[And what does he get in the end? A completely limp still hand, and breathing even slower than what it had already been.]
[For a second, he doesn't quite understand, and Chikusa raises his head with a couple of confused blinks. Did he really- He did. The demon really did fall asleep on him. All that, that flirting, and the wine, and sitting on his god damn lap in the kitchen, and.... This is what happens? For a second, all he can do is look offended as he gestures at the snoozing demon beneath him, a small annoyed noise squeaking out from his throat.]
[He can't believe this.]
[There's nothing else to do about it. Definitely not sulking or in disbelief, Chikusa gently slides Mukuro's arm from around his back and leaves his own bedroom. There's still dinner to finish; he wouldn't have bothered with the whole thing if he'd known this is what would happen. At least it's good food he tries to enjoy, after he puts away the remnants of the sundae. The wine he leaves out. In fact, when he finishes his glass, he doesn't bother to refill it. Straight from the bottle does just fine, thank you. If he wanders around with it, even leaning against the doorframe to glower at the stupid and inane and dumb demon that's been trying to tempt him into breaking his vows this whole time.... Listen. It's his apartment. No one else is watching him.]
[When he's had his fill of wine, Chikusa sighs and gets to getting his apartment back in order. Wine, plugged. Leftovers, refrigerated. He even slips back into his bedroom to slide Mukuro's shoes off, and goes through the whole annoying process of tucking him into the blankets. Only God knows if he grumbles. While it's a tempting thing to leave his alarm set to give the demon a rude awakening.... He takes one look at that sleeping face and sighs before turning it off.]
[Love your enemies, and all that. His phone alarm will do well enough, something he makes sure to set up before draping his long frame across the length of the couch.]
[Morning comes early for him, and full of headaches and a dry throat besides. Chikusa nearly forgets why he's pushing himself off of the couch. Going into his room to change gives him a good enough reminder, at least, with the demon still curled up in Chikusa's own bed and sound asleep. It's with a sigh that he leaves some painkillers and a tall glass of water on the bedside table, even when getting his own. The demon is ridiculous enough on his own. Chikusa can only imagine what he's like with a hangover. The only unfortunate thing is that he won't be there to keep an eye on him; he has work to attend to regardless of his physical condition. A quick note to take the painkillers, rest, and not do anything is left with the glass, and then Chikusa takes off for work.]
[Hopefully he doesn't come back to any messes, or worse nonsense.]