[That first noise only makes Mukuro's hunger sharper, and he presses closer in, opening his mouth to try to get the young priest to do the same, flicking his tongue against his lips. He wanted to hear more, to hear everything, to swallow them up like they could sustain him.
As if sensing Chikusa Kakimoto's discomfort, he smirked against the priest's lips, breaking away for just a moment.]
Here.
[He helped guide the mortal's hands up into his hair, eyes open only a sliver to watch his expression.]
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As if sensing Chikusa Kakimoto's discomfort, he smirked against the priest's lips, breaking away for just a moment.]
Here.
[He helped guide the mortal's hands up into his hair, eyes open only a sliver to watch his expression.]