Mukuro was not a good person in the least, so that wavering tone in the priest's voice was only going to make him chuckle more, and he leaned forward to give him more examples when Chikusa Kakimoto made that foolish promise. He was sure that the young priest hadn't forgotten anything that Mukuro had done to him, and that thought only made him smirk wider.
The knowledge that the priest was slowly succumbing to temptation was enough to tide him over for tonight, so he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.]
Make sure you remember your words, Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll look forward to next time, then.
[The words still feel as though they're fresh on his lips when he awakens, heart pounding in his chest. Already, he can feel himself regretting the promise he'd made, but what can he do? It's been done.]
[Best he can, he goes through the motions of his life as though nothing has changed. He does his duties as a priest, deafens his ears to demons he exorcises, and tries to fill his life as best he can by venturing out more. Occasionally, he sits in public places and idly sketches things out. Sometimes it even draws people to speaking with him.]
[And.... every night, best he can, he practices touching himself- testing pleasure on his own, but never letting himself reach that edge where he might come. It's mastery over his own flawed body, he tells himself, trying to extend how long he can last more and more. If nothing else, he's relatively sure he's getting better at it.]
[But not better enough to be more confident when he finds himself awakening in a dream again, well aware of the reasons why. Swallowing, he pushes himself up searching for sight of the demon.]
[Though Mukuro was impatient and possessed quite a great deal of power and cunning, he couldn't do good deeds in a quick and painless manner. Having to do them indirectly took some time, and if he was being honest with himself, there were still some sins he had to sow as well.
While he would like to believe the payout would be worth it in the end, until then, his teeth were set on edge and his skin crawled to have to perform more good deeds. Briefly, he wondered what god was doing in heaven, watching him as he toiled on trying to tempt one of her best and brightest, or if she was still as blind as the day he had left her.
It was a few days before Mukuro finished two of the deeds on the list, and in the dream, he was in the bathroom, starting the shower. Irritably, he shrugged off his coat, tucking his gloves into its pockets to feel the temperature of the water.]
I'll give you the choice of what you'd like to do, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Either way, he was going to need this shower to try to wash off all the good he had been doing.]
[Well, this is new. Getting out of his bed, he wanders over to the doorway of the bathroom to watch him.]
...Thank you for the consideration. [Best to start this encounter off not negatively.] So you really can't stand it that much? Good deeds?
[Asking is half a distraction, but... Also not. Just like when they'd been talking about the fates of a demon, of taking on a human host properly in a way that wasn't possession, there's that curiosity. Demons are still such unknowns, after all.]
Does it bring you some peace to know that this is just as distasteful for me as it is for you to succumb to temptation?
[Mukuro undid his boots, setting them neatly by the toilet, glancing over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the priest.]
Or are you trying to learn a demon's weaknesses to use them for later?
[After all, he had been drawn to the young priest because he had been such a talented exorcist. Just telling him this much felt like putting nails in his own coffin.]
I doubt I could convince many other demons to do as you've been doing.
[Not to mention, he knows, he doesn't want to make this a repeat performance in his life. Well.... Besides how much it already is with this single demon, anyway.]
I'd... planned on just the example you'd used of touching myself but.... in fairness...
[It seems like he's rethinking that for something else...]
[Because Mukuro was one of the most powerful, and knew his own strengths and weaknesses. Unlike most demons who believed it was solely to sin, and thus would be destroyed by doing anything against their nature, Mukuro knew better. There was a balance to be struck, a tightrope to walk.
Mukuro had been in the midst of taking off his socks when the priest continued to speak, turning his gaze onto him fully with interest, mouth curving slightly into a smirk.]
In fairness, what, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[He could guess, but why make this any easier for the priest? He had not made tempting him easy.]
[These kinds of games are ones he thinks he hates the most. There's no need for him to extrapolate further, but the demon will always play oblivious, forcing the words out of Chikusa's own throat. Sighing, he glances away with an embarrassed clench of his jaw and his fingers curling at his sides.]
In fairness... I suppose if you're going to take a shower, I should... with you.
[Just with that offer, Mukuro felt all his irritation and anger melt out of him, replaced instead with a sense of smug satisfaction and victory. And interestingly and with a small measure of concern, there was a slow blossoming of affection winding through his rib cage, a fond sort of worry. He had meant what he said about the priest giving everything to him willingly. He didn't want to hear it later, if the priest ever came to his senses, that Mukuro had tricked him into this. He wanted him to know exactly why and how he had gotten there, and who was to blame.
With more gentleness than he had displayed in a long time, he closed the distance between the two of them, lifting a hand to the mortal's face, cupping it tenderly so Chikusa Kakimoto would have to meet his gaze.]
Do not do it out of fairness. Do it if you want to.
[He let out a small chuckle, moving away to break the spell, tugging his hair tie out of his hair.]
I haven't worked so diligently to have you perish from blood loss.
[Mocking. Teasing. Sly words and a more sly touch, toying with his feelings and desires.]
[That's what Chikusa is expecting, and he squeezes his eyes shut with his breath held as the demon comes closer. So what a surprise it is when that palm slides along his face and has him look up, eyelids fluttering open again. His brows wrinkle in confusion at the words- or maybe it's the touch? It's... nicer than he was expecting.]
[Nicer than he's gotten to feel in a long time.]
I'm not going to perish from blood loss. [His lips twist in a frown, but it's half hearted. There are other questions on his mind.] I would have thought you'd gladly accept that kind of choice.
[To make a point, Mukuro unbuckled his pants, letting them drop a little lower on his hips, smirking at Chikusa Kakimoto. He was only going to say what he had said just that once, and if the priest still insisted on joining him, well, he wouldn't protest too much. He wasn't that kind hearted or generous.
That other statement made him shrug carelessly, rooting around the bathroom cabinets for a towel.]
I'm not interested in a half-hearted decision or fairness. When you make your choice to succumb to your desires or not, it will be your choice and yours alone.
[Sure enough, the sudden action makes him jolt as if Mukuro had pulled a gun at him. When it becomes obvious how slight the action really was, there's a distinctly aggravated look sent the demon's way.]
....Doing that to catch me off-guard is getting annoying.
[It was said cheerfully enough as Mukuro plucked out the fluffiest towel from the cabinet, setting it neatly by the sink. He felt the water temperature again, and pleased that it was to his liking, he started to lift up his shirt.
Showboating? Only a little. He paused halfway through, glancing over his shoulder, smirking.]
[And he's not saying that because he was staring. No. Why would he stare? It's a body no different from his own. What's there to stare about a man's bare back? Nothing. Right.]
[He wasn't staring.]
[...He might have been staring.]
[Not that Chikusa will admit it, not right now as he takes a step back out of the bathroom and shuts the door.]
[The priest had definitely been staring, which was a nice little ego boost, but the shower would still be preferable. Once he'd shrugged out of the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the shower, humming some inane pop song that one of his subordinates had kept listening to, getting it stuck in his head as well.
He took his time in the shower, making sure to wash his hair thoroughly, taking in all the toiletries that the priest had, shaking his head sadly. Perhaps another area he should teach him to indulge in was treating himself to proper products, though he supposed they did their job well. Chikusa Kakimoto had always looked clean and well kept.
Once he was done, he toweled himself off and put his clothes back on ( despite the temptation not to ), feeling refreshed. His hair still damp and down, Mukuro sauntered back into the priest's bedroom.]
Since you weren't keen on showering together, should I assume you're fine with the other example?
[Otherwise known as masturbating with an audience.]
[In the long indulgent time Mukuro has spent using up his shower, dream or not, Chikusa has been preoccupied with his own concerns.]
[After all... He's been well aware of what he'd likely do when this meeting would come. It's why he's been practicing such things on himself. By now, he's become quite accustomed to it. Yet it's one thing to do so on his own- he already judges himself enough as it is with his upbringing.]
[Another set of eyes being there on him while he does it, however.... Of course he's never done that. So it's with anxiety churning in his stomach that he sits on the edge of his bed, lost deep in thought until the click of the door draws him out of it.]
In theory, yes, but....
[He adjusts his glasses to hide the pink on his struggling-to-be-stoic face.]
[It was asked breezily enough, Mukuro settling on the edge of Chikusa Kakimoto's bed with a smirk. It was more a tease than an actual suggestion, and he was tempted to lean in to brush his lips against that heated skin of the priest's.]
Or would it be best if you had your eyes closed the whole time?
[It's only something short a near miracle that has Chikusa not trip over his own words in a panic. Swallowing thickly as Mukuro settles besides him, he takes a shuddering breath.]
Anyway.... Even with my eyes closed, I'll be able to tell you're here, wouldn't I? I'm- nervous.
[That fervent rejection should sting, but mostly it made Mukuro chuckle, soft and low.
It was interesting and altogether far too tempting to see the priest awkward but eager, and it took considerably willpower not to take advantage of him right there and then. He was ripe for it, practically begging for it, and yet...
Mukuro leaned forward slightly, gaze intense.]
What would make you more comfortable? Should I sit at the desk? Or warm you up first?
[Even without looking, the demon's stare feels intense, piercing him like a bug to a board- Chikusa doesn't think he could get away if he wanted to. He shifts in place, fingers curling into the fabric at his thigh.]
[Warm him up... Pressing against him once more, that heat, the wetness of a kiss, his hand going who knows where...]
That'd... take away from the point, wouldn't it? [Engulfed in a nervous- and maybe more than that- heat, he glances at him from the corner of his eye.] ...Tell me what to do.
[Or more like appease Mukuro, which was also the end goal, but he drew back when the priest seemed to be more accommodating. My, my, being able to give him orders... It was a heady feeling, and one that made Mukuro's gaze sharpen just like the curve of his lips.]
You realize you had the chance for that just a few moments ago, and it made more sense for the shower, don't you?
[For all his efforts to appear dismissive, they fall flat from his faltering voice. It's easy to guess why- not since he's been very young has he ever had to be naked around anyone else. Certainly not like this.]
[His fingers hesitate at the edge of his shirt before he curls them under the cloth and tugs it over his head. A slim frame and soft flesh- exactly the kind of body that might be expected of a life of moderate comfort, no signs of indulgence or excess activity either way. Setting his shirt to the side, it's his pants where he hesitates after pushing them slightly down bony hips.]
...Is it really necessary for just touching myself...?
My, my, do you usually do this in the shower? If it would make you feel more comfortable, don't let me stop you.
[Mukuro was only leering a smidgen, only a tiny bit. Human bodies were mostly all the same to him, but he could at least admire how soft and smooth the mortal's skin was. Pure as the freshly fallen snow, and begging to be sullied. If Mukuro licked his lips slightly, well, could anyone blame him?
The question made him flick his gaze back up to the young priest's face, and he canted his head to the side in amusement.]
You wanted directions, didn't you? I'll be sure to return the favor if you ever want to watch me.
No, thank you. I fail to see why a demon would have cause to masturbate, besides.
[Talking helps, a little, or at least distracts him somewhat from how.... embarrassing? Shameful? this all is. His pants and underwear with them are pushed down the rest of the way to pool on the floor. This, he does hastily if only to get his hands free. It's not just to hide himself in general...]
[It's to hide the way his cock is responding more than he'd like, which is to say 'at all'. Not fully, or even halfway, but noticeable.]
[He can't even dare himself to make eye contact as he squeezes in on himself, hands on his lap and the slight brush of hair visible past them.]
...There. And I know there's no point, considering what I'm going to do, so there's no need to point it out.
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I will not be rewriting that clause.
[He's sure of it.]
[...Moderately sure of it.]
[Glancing away, he licks his lips and tries to think without getting too caught up in the frenzy of thoughts the demon has stirred up.]
....Tonight, just the kiss. I still haven't forgotten what you did last time. But... the next...
[He bites his lip.]
...I might be willing to try one of the examples. But not the first.
[He didn't say that hastily or anything, no.]
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Mukuro was not a good person in the least, so that wavering tone in the priest's voice was only going to make him chuckle more, and he leaned forward to give him more examples when Chikusa Kakimoto made that foolish promise. He was sure that the young priest hadn't forgotten anything that Mukuro had done to him, and that thought only made him smirk wider.
The knowledge that the priest was slowly succumbing to temptation was enough to tide him over for tonight, so he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.]
Make sure you remember your words, Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll look forward to next time, then.
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[The words still feel as though they're fresh on his lips when he awakens, heart pounding in his chest. Already, he can feel himself regretting the promise he'd made, but what can he do? It's been done.]
[Best he can, he goes through the motions of his life as though nothing has changed. He does his duties as a priest, deafens his ears to demons he exorcises, and tries to fill his life as best he can by venturing out more. Occasionally, he sits in public places and idly sketches things out. Sometimes it even draws people to speaking with him.]
[And.... every night, best he can, he practices touching himself- testing pleasure on his own, but never letting himself reach that edge where he might come. It's mastery over his own flawed body, he tells himself, trying to extend how long he can last more and more. If nothing else, he's relatively sure he's getting better at it.]
[But not better enough to be more confident when he finds himself awakening in a dream again, well aware of the reasons why. Swallowing, he pushes himself up searching for sight of the demon.]
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While he would like to believe the payout would be worth it in the end, until then, his teeth were set on edge and his skin crawled to have to perform more good deeds. Briefly, he wondered what god was doing in heaven, watching him as he toiled on trying to tempt one of her best and brightest, or if she was still as blind as the day he had left her.
It was a few days before Mukuro finished two of the deeds on the list, and in the dream, he was in the bathroom, starting the shower. Irritably, he shrugged off his coat, tucking his gloves into its pockets to feel the temperature of the water.]
I'll give you the choice of what you'd like to do, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Either way, he was going to need this shower to try to wash off all the good he had been doing.]
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...Thank you for the consideration. [Best to start this encounter off not negatively.] So you really can't stand it that much? Good deeds?
[Asking is half a distraction, but... Also not. Just like when they'd been talking about the fates of a demon, of taking on a human host properly in a way that wasn't possession, there's that curiosity. Demons are still such unknowns, after all.]
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[Mukuro undid his boots, setting them neatly by the toilet, glancing over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the priest.]
Or are you trying to learn a demon's weaknesses to use them for later?
[After all, he had been drawn to the young priest because he had been such a talented exorcist. Just telling him this much felt like putting nails in his own coffin.]
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[Not to mention, he knows, he doesn't want to make this a repeat performance in his life. Well.... Besides how much it already is with this single demon, anyway.]
I'd... planned on just the example you'd used of touching myself but.... in fairness...
[It seems like he's rethinking that for something else...]
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[Because Mukuro was one of the most powerful, and knew his own strengths and weaknesses. Unlike most demons who believed it was solely to sin, and thus would be destroyed by doing anything against their nature, Mukuro knew better. There was a balance to be struck, a tightrope to walk.
Mukuro had been in the midst of taking off his socks when the priest continued to speak, turning his gaze onto him fully with interest, mouth curving slightly into a smirk.]
In fairness, what, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[He could guess, but why make this any easier for the priest? He had not made tempting him easy.]
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In fairness... I suppose if you're going to take a shower, I should... with you.
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With more gentleness than he had displayed in a long time, he closed the distance between the two of them, lifting a hand to the mortal's face, cupping it tenderly so Chikusa Kakimoto would have to meet his gaze.]
Do not do it out of fairness. Do it if you want to.
[He let out a small chuckle, moving away to break the spell, tugging his hair tie out of his hair.]
I haven't worked so diligently to have you perish from blood loss.
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[That's what Chikusa is expecting, and he squeezes his eyes shut with his breath held as the demon comes closer. So what a surprise it is when that palm slides along his face and has him look up, eyelids fluttering open again. His brows wrinkle in confusion at the words- or maybe it's the touch? It's... nicer than he was expecting.]
[Nicer than he's gotten to feel in a long time.]
I'm not going to perish from blood loss. [His lips twist in a frown, but it's half hearted. There are other questions on his mind.] I would have thought you'd gladly accept that kind of choice.
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[To make a point, Mukuro unbuckled his pants, letting them drop a little lower on his hips, smirking at Chikusa Kakimoto. He was only going to say what he had said just that once, and if the priest still insisted on joining him, well, he wouldn't protest too much. He wasn't that kind hearted or generous.
That other statement made him shrug carelessly, rooting around the bathroom cabinets for a towel.]
I'm not interested in a half-hearted decision or fairness. When you make your choice to succumb to your desires or not, it will be your choice and yours alone.
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....Doing that to catch me off-guard is getting annoying.
...And bottom cabinet.
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[It was said cheerfully enough as Mukuro plucked out the fluffiest towel from the cabinet, setting it neatly by the sink. He felt the water temperature again, and pleased that it was to his liking, he started to lift up his shirt.
Showboating? Only a little. He paused halfway through, glancing over his shoulder, smirking.]
Unless you really do want to join me.
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[And he's not saying that because he was staring. No. Why would he stare? It's a body no different from his own. What's there to stare about a man's bare back? Nothing. Right.]
[He wasn't staring.]
[...He might have been staring.]
[Not that Chikusa will admit it, not right now as he takes a step back out of the bathroom and shuts the door.]
Let me know when you're done.
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He took his time in the shower, making sure to wash his hair thoroughly, taking in all the toiletries that the priest had, shaking his head sadly. Perhaps another area he should teach him to indulge in was treating himself to proper products, though he supposed they did their job well. Chikusa Kakimoto had always looked clean and well kept.
Once he was done, he toweled himself off and put his clothes back on ( despite the temptation not to ), feeling refreshed. His hair still damp and down, Mukuro sauntered back into the priest's bedroom.]
Since you weren't keen on showering together, should I assume you're fine with the other example?
[Otherwise known as masturbating with an audience.]
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[After all... He's been well aware of what he'd likely do when this meeting would come. It's why he's been practicing such things on himself. By now, he's become quite accustomed to it. Yet it's one thing to do so on his own- he already judges himself enough as it is with his upbringing.]
[Another set of eyes being there on him while he does it, however.... Of course he's never done that. So it's with anxiety churning in his stomach that he sits on the edge of his bed, lost deep in thought until the click of the door draws him out of it.]
In theory, yes, but....
[He adjusts his glasses to hide the pink on his struggling-to-be-stoic face.]
It seems too embarrassing to actually do.
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[It was asked breezily enough, Mukuro settling on the edge of Chikusa Kakimoto's bed with a smirk. It was more a tease than an actual suggestion, and he was tempted to lean in to brush his lips against that heated skin of the priest's.]
Or would it be best if you had your eyes closed the whole time?
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[It's only something short a near miracle that has Chikusa not trip over his own words in a panic. Swallowing thickly as Mukuro settles besides him, he takes a shuddering breath.]
Anyway.... Even with my eyes closed, I'll be able to tell you're here, wouldn't I? I'm- nervous.
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It was interesting and altogether far too tempting to see the priest awkward but eager, and it took considerably willpower not to take advantage of him right there and then. He was ripe for it, practically begging for it, and yet...
Mukuro leaned forward slightly, gaze intense.]
What would make you more comfortable? Should I sit at the desk? Or warm you up first?
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[Warm him up... Pressing against him once more, that heat, the wetness of a kiss, his hand going who knows where...]
That'd... take away from the point, wouldn't it? [Engulfed in a nervous- and maybe more than that- heat, he glances at him from the corner of his eye.] ...Tell me what to do.
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[Or more like appease Mukuro, which was also the end goal, but he drew back when the priest seemed to be more accommodating. My, my, being able to give him orders... It was a heady feeling, and one that made Mukuro's gaze sharpen just like the curve of his lips.]
Undress. I want to see all of you.
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[For all his efforts to appear dismissive, they fall flat from his faltering voice. It's easy to guess why- not since he's been very young has he ever had to be naked around anyone else. Certainly not like this.]
[His fingers hesitate at the edge of his shirt before he curls them under the cloth and tugs it over his head. A slim frame and soft flesh- exactly the kind of body that might be expected of a life of moderate comfort, no signs of indulgence or excess activity either way. Setting his shirt to the side, it's his pants where he hesitates after pushing them slightly down bony hips.]
...Is it really necessary for just touching myself...?
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[Mukuro was only leering a smidgen, only a tiny bit. Human bodies were mostly all the same to him, but he could at least admire how soft and smooth the mortal's skin was. Pure as the freshly fallen snow, and begging to be sullied. If Mukuro licked his lips slightly, well, could anyone blame him?
The question made him flick his gaze back up to the young priest's face, and he canted his head to the side in amusement.]
You wanted directions, didn't you? I'll be sure to return the favor if you ever want to watch me.
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[Talking helps, a little, or at least distracts him somewhat from how.... embarrassing? Shameful? this all is. His pants and underwear with them are pushed down the rest of the way to pool on the floor. This, he does hastily if only to get his hands free. It's not just to hide himself in general...]
[It's to hide the way his cock is responding more than he'd like, which is to say 'at all'. Not fully, or even halfway, but noticeable.]
[He can't even dare himself to make eye contact as he squeezes in on himself, hands on his lap and the slight brush of hair visible past them.]
...There. And I know there's no point, considering what I'm going to do, so there's no need to point it out.
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