[It was better than anything Mukuro had been expecting out of his cute little priest, but it wasn't enough. He wanted them both bare and writhing against each other, wanted to see every single inch of his priest's skin laid bare before him, wanted to taste all of it. He ground up against him, breathing starting to hitch.]
Chikusa. Clothes off.
[Perhaps his priest would take pity on him if he used his name, since he had seemed to like it so much earlier.]
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Chikusa. Clothes off.
[Perhaps his priest would take pity on him if he used his name, since he had seemed to like it so much earlier.]