[Even if it had been a pipe dream, there had still been a sort of faint hope that he would, if only to put that mouth to so much better use. Chikusa's eyelashes flutter as the demon pulls away. How unfair... Although at least it allows him a little more focus as he moves himself, face tucking into the side of Mukuro's throat. At the same time, he presses both knees inbetween his legs, spreading the demon out so that he's inbetween him.]
I'm not possessed. [His lips move against soft skin, traversing upwards to his jaw.] It went perfectly...
don't you appreciate the things i make for you
I'm not possessed. [His lips move against soft skin, traversing upwards to his jaw.] It went perfectly...
[There's nothing for him to worry about anymore.]