because this isn't love it's bullying

[Now that was unexpected, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly as the priest kissed him of his own will and violation. If he wasn't one hundred percent sure that he would have sensed it otherwise, he was sure the priest had been possessed. He had never willingly initiated anything like this, had to be coaxed and wheedled. Mukuro wanted to know what the reason for this change was, but, he was also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or rather, stop a usually prudish priest from kissing him.

( He was so generous he wasn't even going to insist the priest address him properly. )

Humming contentedly, he wrapped his arms around the priest's neck, pulling him in closer, rolling his hips against the knee lodged between his legs. He let his tongue dart out against the priest's bottom lip, seeking more.]