[There's a more than noticeable throb when Mukuro releases his fingers from around Chikusa's cock, but he can bear it. Certainly, he's bore worse while waiting all those months, tormented with dreams of the demon while they were apart, forced to weather out his body's pained lust. It's easy to ignore the sensation as the demon curves his spine, shirt sliding over so smoothly over his head.]
[Ever so slightly, Chikusa's eyelids flutter down a little more and he takes in the entire sight beneath him. Once upon a time, he'd caught a glimpse of this... but only from the back, and only for a moment as the demon had prepared to go take a shower that didn't really mean anything. That'd been the only time... and he'd run, shortly after, only to bare his entire self to the demon in turn.]
[Being asked a question is a bit strange when his mind is so thoroughly elsewhere, and he has to blink himself out of his nostalgia as he looks up at the demon.]
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[Ever so slightly, Chikusa's eyelids flutter down a little more and he takes in the entire sight beneath him. Once upon a time, he'd caught a glimpse of this... but only from the back, and only for a moment as the demon had prepared to go take a shower that didn't really mean anything. That'd been the only time... and he'd run, shortly after, only to bare his entire self to the demon in turn.]
[Being asked a question is a bit strange when his mind is so thoroughly elsewhere, and he has to blink himself out of his nostalgia as he looks up at the demon.]
That... Why?