[All too often, it's been the demon who's drawn noises out of him, who's had him gasping and begging in pleasure when he'd rather nothing more than to simply be silent. Now that they're like this, pleasure burning inbetween them, his fingers tight in the demon's hair, those lips straining for his- he can see why the demon had chased after it so much.]
[There's something unbelievable about knowing he can make him feel so lost in ecstasy.]
[There's something burning at his back, he thinks, a pressure that sparks all too easily along with the pleasure in his body, and he hardly pays it any mind. Instead, he's enraptured by the demon beneath him, and his eyes are intense as he looks into that flushed face.]
[There's only one thing to say to that, his other hand digging into Mukuro's hips and his mouth moving against his.]
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[There's something unbelievable about knowing he can make him feel so lost in ecstasy.]
[There's something burning at his back, he thinks, a pressure that sparks all too easily along with the pleasure in his body, and he hardly pays it any mind. Instead, he's enraptured by the demon beneath him, and his eyes are intense as he looks into that flushed face.]
[There's only one thing to say to that, his other hand digging into Mukuro's hips and his mouth moving against his.]
Do it.