[Chikusa Kakimoto made it far too easy to want to devour him whole, to forget about that brittle and easily breakable promise of 'a little pleasure'. He swept his tongue inside the young priest's obliging mouth, slowly and almost gently exploring what he could of it. It would be easy, he knew, to push the priest back onto his bed, to slot their bodies together and make him whine and beg for more. As untouched as he had been, it seemed like he was starting to understand the mechanics of pleasure now, and for now, Mukuro would be satisfied with that.
He let the kiss drag on for a few more heart beats, before pulling away, licking at his lips.]
I'll consider us even, now.
[He got up, already aware of the lack of warmth from the priest's body, heading back over to the desk to sign the contract with a flourishing signature.]
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He let the kiss drag on for a few more heart beats, before pulling away, licking at his lips.]
I'll consider us even, now.
[He got up, already aware of the lack of warmth from the priest's body, heading back over to the desk to sign the contract with a flourishing signature.]
Should I make some tea?