KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

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.]

[kokuyoyo]

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...]

[possedere]

There are few who would be able to offer.

[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[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.

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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.

[possedere]

Really?

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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.

...And bottom cabinet.

[possedere]

Then I suggest you close the door until I'm done.

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

As you insist then.

[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.

[possedere]

[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[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 seems too embarrassing to actually do.

[possedere]

Should we try the first example then?

[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?

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[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.

[possedere]

[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?

[kokuyoyo]

[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.

[possedere]

It would set the mood.

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

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...?

[possedere]

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.

[kokuyoyo]

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.

[possedere]

Why do demons do anything else? For fun and pleasure.

[If incessantly talking would help the priest in any capacity, he had found the right demon. Mukuro was more than happy to provide running commentary at what was going on. He watched with distinct, near unblinking interest as Chikusa Kakimoto shed the rest of his clothes, barely restraining himself from leaning forward to get a better look. Or to touch or taste.

For all of his seeming reluctance and shame, it didn't seem to be affecting his body in the least. Interesting. Most mortals who weren't sinful by nature normally didn't react to this sort of scenario, so the fact that Chikusa Kakimoto was only made Mukuro all the more interested in him.]

Lean back and show me. I want to see everything.

[Oops look who is still going to give you directions even though you don't want them now, priest.}

[kokuyoyo]

[Asking for directions was clearly a mistake. Chikusa figured it would be, and now those concerns are being proven valid. As his blush spreads down his throat, he glances at Mukuro from beneath his bangs.]

You seem to be making this into more of a production than I assumed it would be.

[Even without looking into the demon's eyes, he can tell how much attention is being focused on him. If anything, it only makes the heat stirring in the pit of his stomach more intense. Why? This is- humiliating. It shouldn't feel good at all.]

[But... he did agree to this. So, teeth pressing down on his lip, he slowly pulls his hands away to press them behind him for balance as he leans back to reveal himself completely. His foreskin is still over the head of his cock, showing he's still not that erect yet, but... He knows better to assume that he'll stay that way for long.]

[possedere]

My, my, should I not? And demean the effort both of us will be putting into this?

[Because clearly the reward for doing good deeds was to be rewarded with such a show. And Mukuro was going to enjoy it thoroughly. Already he was tempted to follow that red flush along the column of Chikusa Kakimoto's throat with his teeth, to see just how far down it spread.

As the young priest leaned back to display everything, teeth catching at his bottom lip, Mukuro let out a low noise of appreciation, leaning forward despite himself.]

Should I help?

[He was straining to, after all, to see Chikusa Kakimoto at his fullest, to hear what kind of noises he made as he touched himself, to know what sort of faces he made when pleasure started to overwhelm him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Skin flushing darker, Chikusa turns his head away and hides his face behind one hand.]

You were the one who said you wanted to watch. And I think if I let you 'help', it would stop being only that fairly quickly.

[Just like how 'kissing' had soon become grinding down on him and threatening to make him come.]

...I can do it myself. I merely... have to get used to you.

[possedere]

[Gently, but firmly, Mukuro pushed the young priest's hand away from his face, eyes drinking in the sight of his expression. He didn't want to miss anything, and he certainly didn't want the young priest to block one of the most riveting parts of the show.

He couldn't deny that he would escalate the situation, instead chuckling softly at the thought that Chikusa Kakimoto merely needed 'to get used to him'. Had he forgotten who Mukuro was already, or was he so keen on having an audience it didn't matter who that audience was?]

Should I sit quietly then?

[Never let it be said that Mukuro wasn't acommodating.]