KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[possedere]

[Despite having bared it all to him less than twenty four hours ago, it struck Mukuro as hilarious that suddenly the priest would get prudish now. He laughed, trying to muffle the noise with a gloved hand and probably failing miserably.]

Why so shy now, priest? You weren't complaining yesterday.

[kokuyoyo]

[His attempt isn't exactly successful, no, and Chikusa's expression shifts into his usual bland displeased variants.]

That isn't answering my question.

[Also shut up]

[possedere]

My, my, I could have woken you up a different way, my young priest.

[He reached forward for him, smirking sharply.]

I could have been returning the favor you were so generous to give me yesterday.

[Because who doesn't want to wake up to a demon masturbating in your bed?]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa, as it turns out, and he bats away Mukuro's hand with a flush ruining his disapproving stare.]

I don't want to be the audience to anything like that. [...He's pretty sure that's true.] And you're still not answering my question. Is it simply to get me riled up?

[Actually, why is he even asking? That's absolutely why.]

[possedere]

Are you so sure? You seemed so eager to join me in the shower.

[Mukuro let his hand fall to the side, letting out a soft sigh at Chikusa Kakimoto's less than warm reaction. And here he had behaved so well yesterday, only to be met with this sort of welcome.

He slid out of the bed, tossing his hair over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen.]

Maybe I just want to be close to you, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It probably didn't sound sincere in the least. But hey, could you expect anything more from a demon?]

[kokuyoyo]

[It's exactly because of his own behavior yesterday that he acts this way. While there'd been some things that couldn't be helped with their deal taken into consideration... He'd let too much happen. Right. This time, he'll have more control.]

[...Maybe.]

...After what you did yesterday... I'm well aware of what manner of close you want to be.

[Pouncing on him like that right after he'd- Chikusa shakes his head, coming out of the covers and setting his feet onto the floor. He's much slower to follow, but still does.]

[possedere]

I've followed every request you've made of me and you'll still act like I'm taking advantage of you?

[Mukuro shook his head, making a small 'tsk tsk' noise as he started the kettle for more tea, shooting the priest an knowing look over his shoulder as he shuffled in after him.]

Should I let you choose today what I can and can't do to you? Be as specific as you like.

[kokuyoyo]

I... didn't say that.

[He pauses, glancing away with a purse of his lips. There's something he's wondering, something that won't leave him alone.]

...What did you do?

[possedere]

Do? Yesterday, today, a few centuries ago? You'll have to be more specific, priest.

[Oh shit. He had a good idea what Chikusa Kakimoto might be getting at, and it was unexpected, really. He would have thought the priest would have been far too flustered to remember that portion of the deal or to check in after him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A flicker of annoyance can be seen as he glances back to Mukuro, frowning. Then again... Perhaps he is being too vague.]

[Fortunately for Mukuro, it's not what he thinks it is.]

Last night. I've... never reacted like that before. I've- touched myself, so I'm familiar with that, but you did something.

[At least, that's the only thing it possibly could be, because Chikusa has no idea what's wrong with him otherwise. It was merely Mukuro talking, and he always talks. So what was it about that moment that had him moan in pleasure? That kept him pinned so thoroughly? Chikusa can't understand it.]

[possedere]

[Oh, that. The tension that had been building in Mukuro's shoulders evaporated instantly, and he prepared two mugs, chuckling softly.]

I only spoke to you, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you were expecting to hear I did dark magic or something supernatural, you'll be disappointed.

[He turned to face the mortal fully, smirking.]

It seems like you like being told what to do and being talked dirty to. Perhaps it's not too surprising, considering your occupation and religion.

[kokuyoyo]

[In contrast, Chikusa's own shoulders immediately jerk upwards sharply.]

What does that mean? With what I do and believe in, I'm- [A dusting of pink across the bridge of his nose that he tries to ignore.] -I should be more chaste no matter the situation.

[Not... whatever happened last night.]

[possedere]

[Mukuro crossed the distance between them in a few easy strides, until they were toe to toe. He smirked up at him from beneath his long lashes, leaning upward to brush his mouth against the priest's ear.]

It means that perhaps I should be giving you orders instead of the other way around.

[He drew back to enjoy the expression on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, chuckling at the idea that he should be 'chaste' after what he'd done.]

You're only human, priest. Just as infallible and prone to desires as the rest.

[kokuyoyo]

[There's no fighting the shiver that races down his spine when Mukuro does things like this, the feeling of those words against his ears just as bad as any caress. Chikusa suspects he'll have to surrender to the truth of that. But he still does his best regardless, hands curling into fists.]

I think not. Whatever happened last night... Even infallible as I am, I'm not going to let it happen again.

[possedere]

No? Then should we do something different?

[Mukuro tilted his head to the side to press a feather light kiss to the side of the priest's neck, his hands laid flat and lightly against his chest.]

Sit down, priest.

[It was said lightly, but there was a trace of command in it.]