[Ah. The first time Chikusa had seen such sloppy behavior, he'd wondered how on earth it could possibly feel good. Saliva is wet, and damp, and messy. What could be the appeal of one wet piece of skin to another? Right now, however, he thinks he understands with every slide of Mukuro's lips against his throat. Was his skin always this sensitive? Could it always make him shiver this way with every soft suck, and he just never had a chance to notice?]
[It takes him a second, fingers curling into the sheets, before he remembers his duty. Taking a breath, he tries to remember all his training and his prayers. From this and Mukuro's attention on his neck, his voice comes out somewhat faint and far away.]
There's... answers for the contradictions in the book. [A soft sigh before he bites his lip at the slip up.] They only appear to be contradictions.
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[It takes him a second, fingers curling into the sheets, before he remembers his duty. Taking a breath, he tries to remember all his training and his prayers. From this and Mukuro's attention on his neck, his voice comes out somewhat faint and far away.]
There's... answers for the contradictions in the book. [A soft sigh before he bites his lip at the slip up.] They only appear to be contradictions.