[Ah... The bulge in his pants is still straining against cloth and the metal teeth of his zipper, distantly aching, and Chikusa hardly cares about it. All of his attention has been stolen away by the look on Mukuro's face: those long lashes bowed over pleasure glazed eyes and brushing against the flush of pleasure on his cheeks. Is this what Mukuro has seen on his own voice...?]
[His thoughts wash away, sand to tide, as Mukuro rises up to nearly swallow him whole with hot wet lips. Faintly, Chikusa is aware of how those hands skirt his sides to duck down to his pants once again. With the kiss broken, he blinks dazedly at Mukuro. No more sharp focus or quiet demands now. It's almost as if he'd orgasmed himself, although the bulge pressing in against the inside of Mukuro's thigh says otherwise.]
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[His thoughts wash away, sand to tide, as Mukuro rises up to nearly swallow him whole with hot wet lips. Faintly, Chikusa is aware of how those hands skirt his sides to duck down to his pants once again. With the kiss broken, he blinks dazedly at Mukuro. No more sharp focus or quiet demands now. It's almost as if he'd orgasmed himself, although the bulge pressing in against the inside of Mukuro's thigh says otherwise.]
But I wasn't done...?
[His voice is faint, breathless.]