[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.
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.}
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[Even with his hand pushed away, Chikusa has no intention of making it easy for Mukuro to see his face. In response, he shifts his face to the side, attempting to burrow hot red skin into his sheets. Unfortunately, it's not the perfect Plan B. His profile, even with dark hair fanned and messy across the side of his face, is still visible- the red which livens up pale skin, the flustered furrow of his brow, and the way he still glances back to Mukuro.]
...I wasn't aware that was a talent you possessed.
[Clearly he has to make up for this embarrassing display by any means necessary.]
[Taking in a shiver of a breath, he starts to brush his free hand down his thigh.]
[Looks like the joke was going to continue to be on the priest, because the profile was just as delectable as the full frontal. It was fascinating to see the contrast between Chikusa Kakimoto's dark hair and his flushed skin, and Mukuro was tempted to enliven his neck with more color by tonguing and biting and kissing bruises into life along the thin column of his throat, his own eyes wide and dark.
That mockery would have made Mukuro irritated at any other scenario, but instead he smirked and leaned in, chuckling softly as he put his mouth near Chikusa Kakimoto's ear.]
I have many talents you have not yet witnessed.
[But he sat back fully, giving the young priest as he started to touch himself, attention rapt.]
Why would I mock this? [Well, most likely he would sooner or later, but right now, he could honor that request.] You're very beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Instinctively, well versed in this game by now, Chikusa squeezes his eyes shut as Mukuro leans in close and holds his breath. The demon knows what this does to him, Chikusa isn't naive enough to think otherwise. The tremors it sends down his spine, the warmth that curls through him...]
[Well, it's certainly getting certain areas of his anatomy interested, which is helpful, he supposes. Lightly curling his fingers around himself, he visibly shudders at the compliment.]
That's nothing more than base flattery...
[After all, what is there to find beautiful? He genuinely doesn't know.]
[If he wasn't allowed to touch, then he could at least use his words like a caress, to help the young priest along with his task. It hadn't escaped his notice how he had reacted to Mukuro drawing closer or to his words. For all of the young priest's shallow efforts to try to push him away, he was still doing as Mukuro wanted and still kept reaching back out to him.]
You have a beautiful build, priest. All slim and smooth lines, it's a shame you have to hide it under such a shapeless garment most days.
[Mukuro leaned back with a small sigh, though his eyes burned trails along the column of Chikusa Kakimoto's neck, his rib cage, his thighs.]
Your neck is especially tantalizing. I want to see how red you can flush, and how far down that blush of yours can go.
[He let his fingers dig into the sheets, aching to touch.]
Though what I enjoy best is your face, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even though you try to hide your expressions, when you do allow yourself to show emotion, it's hypnotizing. I like how your dark eyes catch the light, how your dark hair contrasts with your pale skin...
[He paused, canting his head to the side, smirking.]
I could, of course, tell you what a pretty cock you have if you're so inclined.
[Every time he's touched himself before, it's been mostly in silence.]
[What do you even listen to while masturbating? Any answer he'd come up with had seemed like it would just make unfortunate associations with music, or background noise like the news, what have you. So he's always done it in silence, focused completely on himself and the sound of his own breathing.]
[Mukuro, predictably, completely shatters all of that.]
[In the quiet of Chikusa's room, with not even the illusion of an outside world past his window, his voice takes up everything. And what is it about his smooth satisfied tone that arouses him as his fingers start up a slow stroke? What is it that adds to the sweet friction of skin sliding against skin? Is it vanity? No, it can't possibly be- although Chikusa is more than aware of how every word makes his stomach clench and his toes curl. It's not the words exactly that are affecting him so much.]
[But he can't puzzle over the mystery for long. Pleasure is curling through him, his arousal growing harder and hotter bit by bit, and he squeezes his eyes shut again as Mukuro's words slither into his ear...]
[Only for them to fly open again at that last comment.]
What- kind of compliment is that?
[He almost chokes on the word, everything from the shoulders up some manner of deep pink.]
[The fact that the priest seemed to be enjoying the sound of his voice or at least the compliments. It didn't escape his notice at how quickly the priest was getting hard, or how he seemed to prefer long, slow strokes. Well, Mukuro could certainly accommodate when he got the chance.
He couldn't help but laugh at the sudden reaction to the last bit, canting his head to the side.]
Every part of you is beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even the parts you try to hide or are ashamed of. You shouldn't be.
[Mukuro met his gaze, eyes half lidded and burning.]
Even now, I want to touch you, to match that slow pace you're setting for yourself. I want to know where you liked to be touched and how. I want to know how you taste.
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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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[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.}
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.
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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.]
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...I wasn't aware that was a talent you possessed.
[Clearly he has to make up for this embarrassing display by any means necessary.]
[Taking in a shiver of a breath, he starts to brush his free hand down his thigh.]
Just try not to mock me.
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That mockery would have made Mukuro irritated at any other scenario, but instead he smirked and leaned in, chuckling softly as he put his mouth near Chikusa Kakimoto's ear.]
I have many talents you have not yet witnessed.
[But he sat back fully, giving the young priest as he started to touch himself, attention rapt.]
Why would I mock this? [Well, most likely he would sooner or later, but right now, he could honor that request.] You're very beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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[Well, it's certainly getting certain areas of his anatomy interested, which is helpful, he supposes. Lightly curling his fingers around himself, he visibly shudders at the compliment.]
That's nothing more than base flattery...
[After all, what is there to find beautiful? He genuinely doesn't know.]
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[If he wasn't allowed to touch, then he could at least use his words like a caress, to help the young priest along with his task. It hadn't escaped his notice how he had reacted to Mukuro drawing closer or to his words. For all of the young priest's shallow efforts to try to push him away, he was still doing as Mukuro wanted and still kept reaching back out to him.]
You have a beautiful build, priest. All slim and smooth lines, it's a shame you have to hide it under such a shapeless garment most days.
[Mukuro leaned back with a small sigh, though his eyes burned trails along the column of Chikusa Kakimoto's neck, his rib cage, his thighs.]
Your neck is especially tantalizing. I want to see how red you can flush, and how far down that blush of yours can go.
[He let his fingers dig into the sheets, aching to touch.]
Though what I enjoy best is your face, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even though you try to hide your expressions, when you do allow yourself to show emotion, it's hypnotizing. I like how your dark eyes catch the light, how your dark hair contrasts with your pale skin...
[He paused, canting his head to the side, smirking.]
I could, of course, tell you what a pretty cock you have if you're so inclined.
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[What do you even listen to while masturbating? Any answer he'd come up with had seemed like it would just make unfortunate associations with music, or background noise like the news, what have you. So he's always done it in silence, focused completely on himself and the sound of his own breathing.]
[Mukuro, predictably, completely shatters all of that.]
[In the quiet of Chikusa's room, with not even the illusion of an outside world past his window, his voice takes up everything. And what is it about his smooth satisfied tone that arouses him as his fingers start up a slow stroke? What is it that adds to the sweet friction of skin sliding against skin? Is it vanity? No, it can't possibly be- although Chikusa is more than aware of how every word makes his stomach clench and his toes curl. It's not the words exactly that are affecting him so much.]
[But he can't puzzle over the mystery for long. Pleasure is curling through him, his arousal growing harder and hotter bit by bit, and he squeezes his eyes shut again as Mukuro's words slither into his ear...]
[Only for them to fly open again at that last comment.]
What- kind of compliment is that?
[He almost chokes on the word, everything from the shoulders up some manner of deep pink.]
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He couldn't help but laugh at the sudden reaction to the last bit, canting his head to the side.]
Every part of you is beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even the parts you try to hide or are ashamed of. You shouldn't be.
[Mukuro met his gaze, eyes half lidded and burning.]
Even now, I want to touch you, to match that slow pace you're setting for yourself. I want to know where you liked to be touched and how. I want to know how you taste.
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