[Is saying the simple truth of what he wants really dirty talk? He hadn't thought it would be... And yet he almost swears that he can feel Mukuro's cock twitch against where their bodies meet. His eyes are dark when the demon turns to look at his face, lost in deep desire, and his breath catches briefly when those hands slide down to undo where his shirt has been tucked in so neatly.]
[There's no need for him to be told anything else. With their hands free of one another, Chikusa adjusts his arm so that his fingers can tangle into Mukuro's hair... all to tug at his head, exposing more of his throat for Chikusa to dig his teeth into, as if to anchor himself with every demanding thrust of his hips.]
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[There's no need for him to be told anything else. With their hands free of one another, Chikusa adjusts his arm so that his fingers can tangle into Mukuro's hair... all to tug at his head, exposing more of his throat for Chikusa to dig his teeth into, as if to anchor himself with every demanding thrust of his hips.]