KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.

[kokuyoyo]

As a priest, I...

[He should be better. He should aspire to be better, to have control over himself and any sinful desires.]

[Not sitting here, and gasping out a low lingering moan as he feels those teeth sink into him. That alone is enough to get his cock straining against his underwear, confined and aching. Mukuro settling onto his lap, pressure squeezing down on it, just makes it worse, and another moan gets dragged from Chikusa's throat.]

Aah... I... I know it's nothing to you... [Squirming, he squeezes his eyes shut and ducks his head down against Mukuro's shoulder.] So... I'll treat it likewise.

[possedere]

You're still human, no matter what your occupation.

[It was said easily enough, with Mukuro pressing a few kisses along the priest's neck, mouth curved into a smirk. Ah, those sounds were good ones. He could get used to them, to being the reason for them, to forcing more and more of them out of Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth.

He turned to look at the priest almost fondly as he pressed his head against his shoulder, running a hand through his hair and tugging his head to the side to give him more access to his neck.]

Being coy doesn't suit you. Haven't I told you how important you are to me, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[You fascinate me etc etc.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Everytime he had violently jerked his hands through Mukuro's hair, he had pondered at the demon's reaction. If not for the situations which had surrounded every occasion, he would have spent so long staring. Didn't such a thing hurt? Why such deliriously pleasured moans that traveled down into Chikusa's stomach?]

[Now, he understands. Mukuro only tugs his hair briefly, guiding him, and Chikusa's eyes flutter as something about the movement electrifies his spine.]

[Oh.]

Nngh... [He blinks back into the present moment, fingers curling into tender skin and hair.] There's no reason for me to believe that... Not with how demons are and what people you've seen in your long life.

[possedere]

[At the feeling of the priest's fingers curling into his hair, Mukuro let out a soft sigh, turning the mortal's face towards him so he could brush his mouth against his.]

My long life means that I know a unique find when I see one. I'm not letting you go no matter what.

[Which was more of an ominous promise and threat than anything, and before the priest could protest, pressed their mouths together hungrily, grinding down on him slowly.]

[kokuyoyo]

[I'm not letting you go no matter what.]

[It's a threat. Chikusa isn't naive enough to think of it as anything else but that. A demon of itself is a threat just by existing- sin and violence and temptation concentrated into a single entity.]

[From a creature like that, can he or any other human be considered something other than prey to them?]

[Yet even with this knowledge, that promise alights something dark and desperate inside of Chikusa's chest. Something ravenous. His fingers dig tighter into Mukuro's hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and his mouth falls open in a moan that goes straight into the demon as his cock is horribly teased.]

[possedere]

[There was a thrill at how eagerly the priest responded to a few simple words, though Mukuro supposed that this mortal more than most he knew liked to hear the truth, no matter how dark it might be. Even though most other humans would be afraid to hear that a demon would be haunting them for the rest of their life, it was amusing to him that a priest would draw comfort from it, to even want it. Then again, Chikusa Kakimoto wasn't like most people, which was both endearing and vexing in turns.

He let out a soft groan as the priest dug his hands into his hair, shuddering as he felt his nails against the skin of his scalp, and he leaned in closer, kissing the priest more forcefully. Then, with one last swipe of his tongue, he pulled away, licking his lips.]

Should I make you cum like this Chikusa Kakimoto?

[Because if you thought Mukuro was going to be quiet during this, well.

He ground down pointedly on his cock, smirking.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro pulls away and Chikusa falls back, head thumping softly against the couch as he heaves in breath again. Words are a foreign concept, something he can't even begin to grasp right now as he blinks at Mukuro in a soft daze. By the time he comprehends meaning, the demon is already grinding down on him and Chikusa's hips jolt upwards.]

Mukuro-

[His fingers scramble downwards, trying to grab at the demon's hips in defiance of the soft pleasured noise on his lips.]

[possedere]

[Will Mukuro ever get tired of prying his name from the priest's lips? Most likely not, especially when it is an incomplete prayer, an unfinished thought. Panting at the feel of the priest's hands trying to pin him in place, he grinned wickedly, canting his head to the side to look down at him.

He straightened his spine, rolling his hips more forcefully, drinking in the young priest's expression and the noises he was making.]

Say it properly.

[He's waiting for his 'sama' still.]

[kokuyoyo]

[His entire body jolts, shocks of pleasure worse than electricity and driving him to grind harder up into Mukuro's body. Suddenly, all his attempts to control his body are deplorable in hindsight. If this was the him when they had first begun to talk, he'd have been done in the first couple moments of friction.]

[But now... He's adjusted to pleasure. He's lasting, and it's the worst thing in the word to be trapped in such a blissful feeling as he squirms and gasps under Mukuro's movements. Instead of trying to stop the other, the way his fingers dig in starts to feel more to keep him pressed down against his cock.]

[Panting, he looks up into those mismatched eyes again. Such an arrogant and lascivious expression- those lips curved into a vain smirk, eyes lidded in smug satisfaction- so why can't he hate it? Why does that stare, patient and demanding, pin him?]

[Chikusa jerks his head to the side, hair fluttering along his skin and a gasp falling from his lips.]

I.... I can't... Embarrassing...

[His first refusals had been out of a desire to not let a demon get its way. Now, however, it's different. It feels as though if he gives in and says his name in such a way, he'll give into something worse... Not from the demon, but something inside himself.]

[possedere]

[My, my, for someone who had been so opposed to any sort of pleasure, it seemed as if the young priest had overcome those hang ups and seemed eager for what Mukuro had to give him. He let out a small noise of appreciation as he felt the priest's fingers dig into his hips, and obligingly, he ground down further, rutting against him over and over. It was worth it to see that glazed look in the priest's eyes, to hear those noises come from him, to tangibly feel his desire.

He reached up a hand to turn the priest's face back to his, smirking as he leaned in.]

I want to hear it, Chikusa Kakimoto. No matter how sinful, embarrassing, or terrible you think it might be, do it for me.

[To help sweeten the deal, bit into the other side of the priest's neck.]

[kokuyoyo]

[No.]

[As Mukuro's gloved hand settles along the skin of his jaw, Chikusa tries to make the word go from being a thought to something said. No. No, because he knows the kind of things that could come out of his mouth. No, because he knows the kinds of thing Mukuro wants him to say. No, because he's a priest.]

[But something about the way he forces him to look at him- Chikusa whimpers from the effect of it and the aftershocks of pleasure from their rutting. No, but then yes, that burst of twisted pleasurable pain from Mukuro's teeth, and his whimpers become gasping groans. His back arches, body curving into the one settled so neatly on his lap, and oh, oh, he's close. So close.]

Mukuro-sama, ahn... Please...

[possedere]

[The priest's inner conflict was so well worn and rehearsed that Mukuro could practically read his mind. To sin or not sin. To live with guilt or to live with pleasure. It was an easy choice to make, as far as Mukuro was concerned. People could try to pretend that they were better than their nature or species, but having watched countless civilizations rise and fall, there were very few that were. Struggling against one's own desire seemed pointless, and he was glad to see that the priest was starting to understand that, if only bit by bit.

If his smirk was smug before, it would be unbearable now, his eyes sharpening as Chikusa Kakimoto called out to him, and Mukuro answered with a soft laugh, scraping his teeth against the shell of his ear. It wasn't just about being called his name, but it felt like a victory. Like there was one less obstacle in the way to getting the priest to fall into temptation.]

Yes. Anything for you, my cute little priest.

[He pressed their mouths back together, wrapping his arms around the priest to draw him in closer. He quickened his movement, biting the priest's bottom lip.]

[kokuyoyo]

[That laughter, soft and pleasantly dragging through his ear, makes him feel like a mistake, but he can't fight it. He can't fight the words, the feel of those teeth, those arms wrapping around his body in a mockery of a lover's embrace to entrap him.]

[Because that's what this is. A trap. And Chikusa is utterly ensnared.]

[All his guilt and aggravation at his own weaknesses can come later. God knows that's what's always happened before. In the now, he presses further into the demon's embrace and the soft noises he makes are swallowed up in their kiss. Clumsily, he tries to return Mukuro's attention with a swipe of his own tongue, but he's far too distracted by the friction between them. It stutters his mouth in soft gasps, lodges his mind from any train of thought...]

[...and soon sends him tumbling over the edge, legs locked and trembling as he curls into Mukuro with a helpless moan.]

[possedere]

[For all that Chikusa Kakimoto would believe that this was a one sided ordeal, where it was only a trap for one of them, Mukuro would have to disagree. Those fumbling kisses are enough to move Mukuro, to make him need more, to want to pull him closer and closer until he was in his skin. Those soft gasps were like nails down his back, raking pleasure through him rough and heady. And holding the priest as he finally came made Mukuro press a kiss more tenderly than he had given in some time against his mouth, then along his neck. Getting what he wanted hadn't satisfied him enough to make him bored of the situation. No, it made him want more and more.

Even as Chikusa Kakimoto moaned into him, he wanted to clamber off him to finish what he had started earlier. He wanted to teach him as much pleasure as was physically possible in one night, then continue on during the day. And wasn't that an issue?]

Say it again, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[He ran a hand gently through the other man's hair, leaning back far enough to take in his handiwork.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Just like the night before, aftershocks of orgasm leave him limp and defenseless. As Mukuro pulls away, he slumps back against the couch. Ah. So this is what it means to be boneless- muscles loose and relaxed, his head lost in a soft fog, and the only thing keeping him grounded is the demon's touch as he strokes attentive fingers through his hair.]

[So nice. What a pity it's such a sin, in more ways than one.]

[Still so sensitive immediately after orgasm, and he jerks slightly again as Mukuro shifts his weight on his lap. His eyes slide shut- from exhaustion or some remnants of embarrassment at the words that obligingly and quietly fall from his lips.]

Mukuro-sama...

[As if by coincidence, the marks that have been bitten into his flesh throb, and his breath catches in his throat.]

[possedere]

[He could definitely get used to watching Chikusa Kakimoto as he settled into a blissful haze of pleasure, drinking in how utterly relaxed and content he looked. Yet people would call this a sin, being sated and happy. As far as he was concerned, people who suffered for no reason and had to inflict that suffering on others were the real sinners.

Hearing his name on the priest's lips made him shudder, smirk widening as he leaned into press an almost affection kiss against the priest's mouth, swinging one leg over so he would be off of his lap completely.]

Did you find that preferable to yesterday, priest?

[Look he just wanted to know what Chikusa Kakimoto was into. It was totally innocent and not for nefarious purposes at all.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Eyes closed like this, he could almost believe the intentions behind the kiss are sincere. But then that weight settles besides him and that self satisfied tone rolls out, and he remembers their roles.]

[Coming to, at least a little bit, he turns his head away and starts to straighten.]

...I told you I didn't want to come.

[He rubs at his mouth with the back of his hand, as though it's possible to wipe away the feeling of their kiss that easily.]

The sensation in my underwear is disgusting.

[possedere]

Yet you didn't seem to want to let me go. You can see my dilemma, priest.

[The fact that the priest was attempting to wipe away all evidence of what just happened was irritating, but not unexpected. It was a cycle with this one. Resist, sin anyway, regret it and take it out on Mukuro. Some days he wondered who amongst them was the most dishonest.

With a small sigh, Mukuro stood up, heading back over to the kitchen.]

I would offer to get rid of that sensation for you, but it seems as if you've had enough help from me in one day.

[kokuyoyo]

[The faint color of exertion on his cheeks blooms into a more brilliant red at Mukuro's words.]

I... was trying to stop you from moving so vigorously. It was too intense.

[And then, of course, it stopped becoming an attempt at that, and something else entirely. He's well aware.]

[Trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin, he tugs up his pants again and huffs.]

The help you're thinking of is just another opportunity for more lewd acts.

[possedere]

[That was only going to get a pointedly look and smirk out of Mukuro as his gaze drifted down to Chikusa Kakimoto's soiled underwear.]

Clearly.

[Which was probably the shortest sentence he had ever spoken in his life. Laughing as he swanned into the kitchen, taking the kettle off the stove. The water in it had long since evaporated, and while this was all a figment of his making, he would prefer it not to go down in flames.]

Would you complain if it was? So far you seem to be enjoying yourself.

[kokuyoyo]

[...For fucks sake, Mukuro]

[Doing his damndest to ignore the way his face is burning, Chikusa completely does his pants up to hide the visual evidence of what's just been done. A conversation between them can never pass without at least one lewd comment, can it?]

We're both well aware that I would complain. [Let's not even pretend otherwise] It's a purely physical enjoyment, besides. I can't stop my body from feeling pleasure.

[possedere]

You know how to make a demon feel special, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It was said dryly enough, Mukuro's mouth pulling downwards slightly, and he turned his attention back to the cabinets, debating on continuing to make tea. How long would he linger here after he'd received his reward? Perhaps it was best to leave soon, before the priest started asking too many questions.]

But you've tried, haven't you priest? You wouldn't have lasted so long, otherwise.

[He poked his head out from the kitchen, smirking victoriously.]

If that's all, I'll take my leave.