[He should have known that someone who spent their whole life following commands from an unseen god would be obedient and excellent at obeying him. Mukuro couldn't help but let out a moan as the priest roughly yanked him by the hair, all but sobbing as Chikusa Kakimoto dug his teeth into his neck. It felt too good, and Mukuro decided that for once, it would be nice to give into this pleasure blindly.
He turned his face to kiss the priest sloppily, breathing hitching with each hard thrust, his nails winding up the priest's back to dig into his skin. He could stay like this for hours, if his mortal body was willing. It seemed like an eternity or no time at all before he started feeling the familiar build of pressure at the base of his spine, pleasure sparking through his nerves.]
Close-!
[Which might be demon talk for 'don't stop' but that was neither here nor there.]
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He turned his face to kiss the priest sloppily, breathing hitching with each hard thrust, his nails winding up the priest's back to dig into his skin. He could stay like this for hours, if his mortal body was willing. It seemed like an eternity or no time at all before he started feeling the familiar build of pressure at the base of his spine, pleasure sparking through his nerves.]
Close-!
[Which might be demon talk for 'don't stop' but that was neither here nor there.]