[There are many things that Mukuro could have the priest do for him, many things he wants to do to him, and just as many things he wants from him. He wants to see that normally reserved expression break under the pressure of pleasure, to see how far his flush will go down his neck or chest, and he is eager to know what kind of noises he can get the priest to make. But even demons can be patient and restrained, especially when the prize will taste that much sweeter after being steeped in anticipation.]
Leave all of that to me.
[His voice was low and silky, most of the mocking uncharacteristically gone from it. He rose slowly, crossing the space between the chair and the bed in carefully measured steps, stopping just short of the priest.]
You could start by calling me my name.
[Okay, so if a demon's restraint and patience wasn't perfect, who was going to judge him for it?]
no subject
Leave all of that to me.
[His voice was low and silky, most of the mocking uncharacteristically gone from it. He rose slowly, crossing the space between the chair and the bed in carefully measured steps, stopping just short of the priest.]
You could start by calling me my name.
[Okay, so if a demon's restraint and patience wasn't perfect, who was going to judge him for it?]