[Interesting. For once, Mukuro had enough sense to keep his mouth shut, instead focusing on the delicious friction of their hips grinding together. It didn't mean he wouldn't make any noise, however, a soft moan falling from his lips once they hit they right angle. Helpfully, he wrapped his legs around the priest, hands still flexing with the need to touch him, sharply pulling them closer together and keeping them at that perfect spot. Warmth was starting to coil lazily at the base of his spine, and as if punish the priest for it, he bit harder into his neck.]
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