KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

Once again, you underestimate your allure.

[It was said with a soft sigh, Mukuro looking down at the priest almost indulgently.]

Yesterday was over far too quickly. I wanted to know your honest thoughts and opinions.

[kokuyoyo]

So, to hear those honest thoughts and opinions, you were going to put me on the couch and do who-knows-what to me.

[Ah, the return of the deadpan. Mukuro has been getting him so flustered and off-balance lately that it hasn't been brought out in quite some time. But here it is again, accompanied by a disbelieving raise of his eyebrow.]

[possedere]

Your body is far more honest with me than you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[As for that second retort, his mouth only curved upwards, his eyes glittering as he leaned in closer.]

I was going to suck you off until you came. Your complaint last time was that I wasn't quiet, correct?

[kokuyoyo]

[His telltale blush comes back in full force, and Chikusa leans back.]

I didn't say that. I... said not to mock me. And you managed that much...

[He tries to step back, gaze flicking away. Already he can feel a heat curling up like embers in the pit of his stomach. Everything last night was something that happened because of the demon just talking. Actually touching him...]

[possedere]

I can manage much more, priest.

[That flush was more than enough encouragement, and Mukuro followed the young priest as he tried to step away from him, smirking knowingly.]

Sit down.

[This time it was said more forcefully, a hand on Chikusa Kakimoto's shoulder to help guide him to sit on the couch.]

[kokuyoyo]

[His legs go out beneath him, defenseless against such a command. This isn't like touching himself to learn how to resist pleasure- how can he train for something that comes from another person? Hitting the couch, air puffs out of him. Still, he instinctively does some token resistance, squeezing his legs together and frowning up at Mukuro.]

For an immortal being, you have little patience.

[possedere]

[The sound of the couch protesting a new weight sounded like victory, and Mukuro smirked triumphantly as he followed Chikusa Kakimoto down, kneeling at his feet. Gently, he rested his hands at the top of his thighs, chuckling softly at that jab.]

I have patience for when it's necessary. Why should I deny us both what we want?

[He watched the young priest's face, smirking slightly.]

Do you want to undress or do you want me to do so for you?

[kokuyoyo]

[And he can't protest that fact.]

[Chikusa knows he should fight harder against his own body's traitorous desires, should protest with more energy the demon's sly words, but... It's true. There's no reason for the demon to deny either of them anything. But as a priest, his resolve should be stronger.]

[Even as he thinks it, he doesn't make a move off of the couch.]

I absolutely don't need to be undressed. Not... like last night, anyway.

[Completely bare and writhing- he goes redder thinking about it, but he refuses to lose the frown on his lips.]

[possedere]

[So obedient already, his little priest. If anything, it was the priest's easy acquiescence that made Mukuro smirk, slowly spreading Chikusa Kakimoto's legs apart with his hands, gaze never leaving his face.]

Kufufu fine.

[If that was the small boundary that the priest wanted to assert, Mukuro was more than willing to let him have that one small victory.

Since the young priest hadn't answered his question, he was going to help himself, reaching up to undo his pants, sliding a gloved hand along his ass to 'assist' in undressing him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Surely it must be some form of dominance, or mocking, for the demon to do this: looking straight into his eyes even as he's doing something so lewd. Chikusa shifts against the couch, inadvertently assisting the slide of his pants.]

And- I don't want to... [It's hard to find the word- no, that's not right. It's hard to say the word, but Chikusa manages.] I don't want to come. It's not necessary, is it?

[Even if he'd been told to do it the last night...]

[possedere]

It's not necessary, but where's the fun in that?

[So, so accommodating this priest. He slid between Chikusa Kakimoto's spread legs, licking is lips in preparation. He let his mouth hover mere centimeters away from the priest's ( still clothed? ) dick, breathing hot air over it.

He flicked his gaze back up to the priest's in amusement, tossing his hair lightly over one shoulder.]

I also doubt you'll be able to stop yourself from doing so, but you're more than welcome to try.

[kokuyoyo]

It's not about fun. Not for me.

[Beneath his underwear, he can feel himself stir at that hot breath, and Chikusa tries to shudder back again. Yet there's nowhere for him to go, pushed back as far as he can manage already on the couch.]

This... is merely part of our agreement.

[possedere]

Are you not enjoying yourself, priest?

[Mukuro didn't look convinced in the least, and instead of doing the polite thing and giving Chikusa Kakimoto time to adjust to the sensations or retort, he placed his mouth over his clothed cock, exhaling more hot air.

He kept his eyes trained on the priest's expression, eyes half lidded and molten.]

[kokuyoyo]

It doesn't-

[Pleasure shoots up suddenly from his cock to his mind, and Chikusa jolts in his seat. Instinctively, he slams a hand up over his mouth to help stop the gasping whimper which threatens to roll out of his lips. His other hand digs into his cushions, the scrape of his nails sharp and noticeable.]

[Gaining control of himself again, he narrows his eyes down over his hands at Mukuro.]

[He hates when he does that.]

[possedere]

[It was so incredibly satisfying to cut Chikusa Kakimoto off in mid-sentence, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, taking in the way he covered his mouth unsuccessfully. Mukuro grasped that hand lightly, pushing it to the side.]

I want to hear everything. Don't become shy now.

[That glare was only going to be met with a small laugh, Mukuro leaning forward again to suck in Chikusa Kakimoto's cock slowly.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Stubbornly, the hand Mukuro has pulled away is simply replaced with Chikusa's other hand and he huffs as he jerks his head to look away. Watching makes the whole thing worse, so he won't indulge the demon with it.]

[But... Not knowing what's coming is simply a different jolt of pleasure, the next lingering suck catching him off guard. He tries to strangle the noise that wants to leave his throat, squeezing his eyes shut.]

[possedere]

[Stubbornness was all well and good when it didn't keep Mukuro from getting what he wanted, so he pulled away again, biting slightly into the exposed flesh of the priest's pale and smooth inner thigh.]

Let me hear you, Chikusa Kakimoto or watch me. One or the other.

[It was said commandingly, Mukuro's eyes narrowed in displeasure. If he had to, he had not qualms about tying the priest's hands behind his back or holding onto his chin so he had to watch Mukuro work.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well, Mukuro will certainly hear him, but it doesn't have as much to do with the commanding tone as he might think.]

[Instead, it's the sink of teeth into Chikusa's sensitive thigh that has his eyes flash open again in time with the whimper which squirms past his lips and fingers. Pain, yes, he knows there's pain, but intertwined with it is a strange pervasive ecstasy which has his cock twitch in definite interest. For a second, he's trapped in shivery delight that doesn't make any sense to him.]

[It takes another second for Chikusa to realize what it is.]

[It's the same cursed thing as the orders from last night.]

[Chikusa does the first thing which comes to his panicked mind: he tries to get up to his feet and grab his pants. He's not letting that happen again.]

[possedere]

[That reaction to the bite wasn't wholly unexpected, but Chikusa Kakimoto trying to run was. Considering he had been so well behaved the other night, Mukuro had almost let him get up and dress. Almost.

Instead, he pressed a hand forcefully against the other man's stomach to get him to sit back on the couch, leaning his weight against the top of the priest's legs to help get him to stay there.]

Where do you think you're going?

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa can't say he's surprised when he's pushed back down onto the couch, grunting at the impact, but it doesn't make it any less disappointing even as he gathers his calm again. Swallowing, he forces himself to breathe again.]

That... wasn't supposed to happen.

[He's unable to make eye contact, embarrassment weight down his eyelashes as he glances away.]

[possedere]

[Because Mukuro was such a good person, he moved so that he kept in Chikusa Kakimoto's line of sight, smirking up at him.]

Why not? You should derive pleasure from whatever sources you can.

[He leaned up closer, nipping along the exposed column of the priest's neck.]

If you're good, I'll do it again.

[kokuyoyo]

[His hands rise up, pressing against Mukuro's shoulders as the demon comes closer.]

Stop...

[What a shallow defense, when he leans his head to expose more soft skin to devious teeth.]

I... shouldn't want it.

[Not "don't" want it. At least he's becoming a little more honest with himself.]

[possedere]

Kufufu that doesn't sound very convincing, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[But Mukuro was obliging, biting the priest lightly along his neck, smirking at his hollow protests.]

Yet you do, don't you? There's no crime in that. All you have to do is pay your penance and it can be forgiven.

[kokuyoyo]

Penance is meant... so that you don't do it again.

[Slowly, bit by crawling bit, his fingers slide from shoulders to Mukuro's nape, holding him there as he leaves a trial of marks along pale skin. It's only a dream. Chikusa tells himself that over and over again, but it doesn't stop the shiver at the thought of if it wasn't. Would his cassock be able to hide evidence of his sin? His voice is breathless and absent.]

We both know it wouldn't mean anything with our deal ongoing.

[possedere]

Yet how many of your congregation come to you again and again with the same confessions? It's not so easy to go against your nature.

[Which, unfortunately for Chikusa Kakimoto, seemed to run on the masochistic side. To reward him for reaching for Mukuro, he bit hard into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, lapping his tongue against and sucking on the teeth marks to bring more color to the priest's otherwise pale skin.

The position of half-kneeling, half-standing was uncomfortable for him, so he clambered onto the couch, settling himself on the young priest's lap, laughing softly.]

My, my, so even after all this time you're not attached to me? How cruel.