[It's like those first kisses all over again- Mukuro's moan, hot and hitting deep, coiling something deep within the pit of Chikusa's stomach. Is the demon reminded of the same? Chikusa can't tell. He can't spare a thought for it for much longer, in fact, not when those teeth dig in and wipe his mind utterly white.]
[Gasping sharp enough to sting his own throat, he jerks his hips again in retaliation, rutting desperately for more of that friction. But it's not only his own pleasure he's seeking. It's a bonus, but it's not what he wants.]
[No, what he wants is to see the demon fall apart to this pleasure too. He wants both of them wrapped in it, tight and impossible to break free from.]
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[Gasping sharp enough to sting his own throat, he jerks his hips again in retaliation, rutting desperately for more of that friction. But it's not only his own pleasure he's seeking. It's a bonus, but it's not what he wants.]
[No, what he wants is to see the demon fall apart to this pleasure too. He wants both of them wrapped in it, tight and impossible to break free from.]