KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

Just try not to mock me.

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

[possedere]

Should I tell you?

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

It's indecent... [Once more, he shifts in an attempt to hide his face against the sheets.] We both know it is.

[Perhaps pure nudity, simple and without attention drawn to it, isn't indecent. After all, Adam and Eve were nude at the start of humanity. Babes are nude when they first are born.]

[But this... Stretched out along his bed, body burning in lustful heat, his cock erect in his hand- it's nothing less than pure indecency.]

[And he still can't stop, his hand squeezing down at Mukuro's last words and his body squirming from the sensation.]

[possedere]

Look at me.

[Mukuro had been as respectful and generous as a demon could be, but he had thought he had already made it clear that Chikusa Kakimoto shouldn't try to hide who he was or what he was doing. If he continued, Mukuro would have little choice but to turn his face towards him, and who knew what else he might have to touch.

He shifted restlessly, watching with rapt attention as the priest looked like he was coming closer and closer to orgasm, lips parted slightly as he watched.]

Without this indecency priest, humans would have died out a long time ago. If it was indecent, why not have mortals all be conceived immaculately?

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa moans.]

[He doesn't mean to. God knows he doesn't mean to. After all, save for his strangled out voice exchanging words with the demon, he's been doing his best to stay as quiet as when he's masturbated on his own. Nothing but labored breathing and the occasional heavier pant.]

[It's just... That tone. That order- dark as the thickest night and smooth as velvet and it goes straight through him. His cock twitches, aching, and Chikusa jerks his hand away to tangle his fingers in the sheets. Close, he's too close-]

I- I have to stop here.

[It's where he's always stopped at before, for one thing, precum dribbling down from the tip of his cock and so close to release, but... it's not only that. Trembling, he tries to hide his face more with hair splayed along his skin and his fingers digging in hard into the sheets.]

...I've never gone past this...

[But it's not that. Well, not only that. But... to react that way like he did...]

[possedere]

[My, my, now that reaction was surprising, and not an unpleasant one in the least. Mukuro couldn't stop himself from tipping his chin up, looking down at Chikusa Kakimoto knowingly, smugly, drinking in the sight and that sound he'd finally gotten out of him. Instead of satisfying his curiosity as it should, it only sharpened Mukuro's hunger. If just speaking warranted such a beautiful noise, what others could he expect once he finally got his hands on him?]

You're not stopping.

[Again, spoken like an order, and Mukuro got onto his knees, leaning over Chikusa Kakimoto's slim and tantalizing body to touch his face, to turn it towards him. He tenderly brushed away the hair that the young priest was trying so hard to hide behind, crooning intimately like a lover and not like a demon intent to drag him down into temptation.]

I'm not going to allow it. Do you understand, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[Because even if Mukuro was a shameless voyeur, even he was being pushed to his limits. His little virginal priest had been touching himself this whole time without allowing himself release? That was a wrong so sinful that Mukuro would take it into his own hands to right.

The priest was so close Mukuro could practically taste it, wanted to taste it.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Another full body shudder, and he can't fight as that hand takes his face to turn it back to the demon. Pale eyes have been turned dark from the way his pupils have dilated in pleasure and adrenaline, lashes only able to half hide the intense look whenever they brush against skin.]

[This is worse than the touches. Chikusa has no idea how it possibly could be, but the situation and the demon's voice combined have him pinned. Breathing like a frantic trapped bird, all he can manage is a mute nod. He understands.]

[possedere]

You're so beautiful, my young priest.

[Mukuro couldn't help but purr, brushing a gloved hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's cheek adoringly, eyes half lidded and molten. Those eyes glazed over with pleasure and want was a good look on him, as was his unspoken obedience.

When he nodded, Mukuro caressed his cheek one last time, sitting back to give the priest ample space to finish.]

Continue then.

[kokuyoyo]

[Being free of that touch helps clear his mind, even if only a little bit, and Chikusa sinks back into the mattress as though some invisible strings were cut. With that fog lighter, he can feel his embarrassment all over again.]

[Coming at the order of a demon... reaching release for the first time in his life, against his purpose in life...]

[A jolt shoots through his body when he touches himself again, body so close that even a little bit of attention is electrifying. Swallowing thickly, he squeezes his eyes shut and only barely remembers not to turn his face away. Instead, he bites his lip as his hand starts up again. This time, instead of long and slow steady strokes, it's short swift jerks that have him shake. Just get it over with. He'll just get it over with, not think of it anymore-]

[Except then he actually hits that edge, tumbles over it, and oh. Chikusa's throat locks in on itself as pleasure shatters through him, spine arching off of the mattress as tense legs draw tight in time with his curled toes. Pleasure shoots off like fireworks behind his eyes, washing over all coherent thought, and then it's over.]

[Just a moment, but he can still feel the aftershocks thrumming through him and Chikusa goes limp with a soft gasp as he does his best to recover.]

[possedere]

[Mukuro had seen many beautiful and breath taking sights in his life. He had seen the throne of god and god's own majesty. He had watched as the pyramids had been built, layer by agonizing layer, their decorations blinding in the sunlight. He had seen flowers that no longer existed bloom across an endless field of color, fragrant and delicate and glorious.

Watching his young priest as his back bowed off of the mattress, biting his bottom lip as if he was torn between pain and pleasure, cumming messily all over himself, could be counted among such things. His gaze knew nothing in that moment but Chikusa Kakimoto, and as soon as his back hit the mattress again, Mukuro found himself moving without conscious thought.

He knelt above him again, leaning forward to press their mouths together, greedily lapping up any more gasps or noises the priest would offer him.]

You're so good, priest. More.

[It was murmured in between devouring kisses, because Mukuro had only promised not to touch him while the priest had been entertaining him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[There's not even a chance to grab more than a handful of air into his lungs, or for his burning hot release to cool against his skin. In an instant, Mukuro is stealing away what little breath he's gathered, and another soft noise leaves him before he can smother it in his throat.]

Mukuro-

[That's all he's able to get out before those lips trip him back into pleasure. It's not the intense pleasure of orgasm, but that kind of softer pleasure which had captured him after the completion of their first deal. A part of him knows he should put a stop to this, should put more force into his hands that rise up to dig into the demon's shirt.... but it's so hard to think like this.]

[possedere]

[It shouldn't be as arousing as it is to have the priest say his name so breathlessly, but it was. More, more, more. It was a cacophonous mantra that almost drowned everything out, but Mukuro was nothing if not self-possessed. Once he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's hands against his shirt, he pulled back, breath coming out in soft pants.

Delicately, he untangled the hand that the priest had used to touch himself from his shirt, bringing it to his lips to clean it off with his lips, tongue, and mouth. The cooling fluid wasn't enough, not by a long shot. He wanted to dip his mouth between the priest's legs to swallow up all the excess, to lap up what had coated his chest with his tongue, to catch every little piece of him. But the small amount on his hand would have to do for now.]

I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared.

[Because Mukuro wanted more, was impatient for more, and he also didn't want to leave the priest alone too long with his own thoughts and doubts and shame.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It's debatable if Chikusa has even heard his words. In the last few moments of the dream, his eyes are locked onto Mukuro's lips as he cleans away the cum on his hands.]

[There's no describing how dirty he feels when he awakens in the morning. But then, maybe that's because of the erection in his pants right there first thing, and the precum making everything stick. Forcing himself not to think of a sly mouth cleaning it away, he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush for the shower.]

[From that point on, through the whole day, he's tormented by those final words. I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared. Even recalling that and not even the entire events of that dream makes his heart speed up. Only a day, and Chikusa is more than aware that's not enough time. Best he can, he crams as much prayer into his mind as he can whenever he doesn't have other duties to focus on. Even breakfast and then lunch go skipped, his mind so frazzled.]

[For as long as he can manages, he avoids home after his work is done. It won't help, logically he knows that. His dreams are something that happen within in mind, not his actual apartment. But even the city has to rest at some point... Moreso a human body. So he comes into his apartment late at night, turning his rosary over between his fingers.]

[He's nervous. Scared? And... There's no denying the excited arousal waiting in the back of his mind. But the way it had felt... All the intense prayer in the world, done on his knees before his bed, can't seem to banish it.]

[Will the usual mundane scene start out when he comes into his dream? And how much will that help considering how the last one had gone? Chikusa doesn't know.]

[possedere]

[Since the young priest was most likely not in the state of mind to confirm any good deeds being done, Mukuro simply did none. If he was asked, he would say there were some in the works, but for now, he would take a break from them while he could. The sight of the young priest tasting pleasure for the first time was far more interesting to him, and he would take this as an advanced payment for what he would need to do in the future. That cloying feeling of doing good deeds still itched underneath his skin, and coupled with the ache to touch Chikusa Kakimoto, it was maddening.

Impatiently he waited for night to fall again, and for the priest to return to his dwelling. He had almost believed the priest would stay up all night solely to spite him or to pray more, but he was smugly satisfied when the priest did go to bed.

He was already going to be lying in the bed next to the young priest when he roused in his dreams, one hand propping up his head as he watched him, smirking.]

So? How was it?

[They hadn't exactly gotten to talk yesterday, and while Mukuro typically didn't mind being the only one to go on long monologues, he was curious as to what the young priest had to say.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well. This is one way to wake up.]

[As soon as his mind comprehend the position they're in, Chikusa jerks upright and tries to yank the blankets higher even though his body is perfectly clothed.]

What- why are you in my bed?

[He was hoping for a little bit of a breather but, no, of course not. With what had happened last night, he knows it was just desperate hopefulness that made him think that was any sort of possibility.]