[It was difficult to guess whether that wide eyed look Chikusa Kakimoto was giving him was anticipation, fear, or the first stirrings of lust. Most likely it was some potent combination of all three and more, not that Mukuro would complain. That expression on the young priest's face was intoxicating, and hearing his name tumble from that mortal's lips, shaky and soft, was heady. Again he wanted to demand, but he was being cruel enough already.]

Sin is like a first kiss. It's built up on such a ridiculously high pedestal that when it happens...

[Mukuro leaned in slowly ( to give the illusion he would let the priest lean way if he wanted to, when they both knew full and well he wouldn't ), focusing his eyes on Chikusa Kakimoto's lips, brushing his against the priest's softly, barely a touch.]

It's hardly anything.

[He flicked his gaze up to the priest's eyes, careful and considering.]

Do you want more?