KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

Oh? And your touches alone are satisfying?

[Because let's be real, if the priest was going to accuse him of only having dirty thoughts, Mukuro was more than willing to oblige him.

He watched the priest's face with keen interest, no doubt remembering the last time that Chikusa Kakimoto had been on full display before him, flushed and wanting as he had pleasured himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[At first, he opens his mouth, fully prepared to say that he can manage on his own just fine- his own touches have been pleasurable enough, haven’t they? On the occasions he’s given into that temptation?]

[But… Slowly, his lips close again, and his fingers grip the steering wheel tightly again. That would be a lie… There’s always been something lacking: a hot breath against his throat, a pressure along his body, and, most of all, the feel of lips stealing his breath away.]

[Shame in every inch of him, he shakes his head as the light changes and he tries to put his attention back to the road.]

[possedere]

[That small shake of his head was barely discernable, but to Mukuro, it was enough to get the blood in his borrowed body flowing sharply and quickly, his heart racing. Chikusa Kakimoto might as well have gone to the top of the mountains to shout he was ready to be claimed and taken, and Mukuro wasn't one to deny himself or someone else a chance to sin.]

What do you want me to do to you when we get home?

[It was purred out soft and slow, but Mukuro's eyes were burning as he leaned forward, careful not to touch the priest just yet, but just barely restraining himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro’s voice is as bad as any touch he could lay on him, the mere sound of it drawing slowly up his spine like a teasing finger. There’s a road in front of him, Chikusa knows, but he can’t truly see it at all. Only habit and instinct keeps him straight and obeying the law as his heartbeat pounds in his ears..]

You know… I didn’t agree to anything.

[It’s weak even to his ears; he must sounds pathetic to another’s. Faltering. He swallows, feeling like a rock is being pushed through his throat.]

A- a kiss.

[While it might seem like it’s back to basics for the demon, well… It had been his first brush of sin. The first thing that had made him moan.]

[possedere]

[Even though Mukuro's senses were blunted in this deplorable vessel, he could practically taste the priest's arousal, the beating thrum of his heart like the organ was in his mouth. Smirking, he didn't bother to argue with the priest about what he had agreed to or not, and his silence was aptly rewarded.

His eyes sharpened when Chikusa Kakimoto put in his request. As meager and small as it might be, it was a large step from the man who hadn't wanted to touch him or be around him just weeks prior. Mukuro would take his victories while he could and eek out a mile out of an inch.]

Anything you want, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It was said softly, Mukuro leaning back in his seat, satisfied for now, and slightly impatient to get back to the priest's apartment.]

[kokuyoyo]

[His eyes don’t see the roads back to his apartment, and his ears are deaf to everything but his heart and Mukuro’s deceivingly quiet voice. That he doesn’t get into a wreck feels like a miracle all its own, leaving him safe to park his car and go up the steps leading to his home. The entire time, he’s far too aware of the demon’s presence behind him, and his morals wage war against his own desires with each step.]

[He shouldn’t do this. He told himself he wouldn’t. The demon only wants to corrupt him, to drag him to hell.]

[And yet. And yet.]

[Automatically, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door to his apartment, feeling his heart in his throat as he steps inside. Mukuro only needs to follow before the door is being hastily shoved shut behind him, and Chikusa’s fingers are digging into his arms as he steps closer.]

Only this.

[A desperate rasp of a murmur, before he leans in to catch his lips in his own.]

[possedere]

[If Mukuro hadn't been aware of his own limits in this body, he might have thought that he would have bewitched or possessed Chikusa Kakimoto for the trance-like state he seemed to enter just from that simple statement. Unwilling to break the moment, Mukuro kept surprisingly silent as they made their way back to the priest's home. He followed behind him as carefully and close as a shadow, practically tasting the tension thrumming through the priest, resisting the urge to lean forward and bite at his throat as if to swallow the rapid pulse of his beating heart.

Before Mukuro could even smirk or laugh in pleased victory, Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth was on his, the door pressing solidly against his back. Eagerly, Mukuro met his kiss, hands coming up to cup the priest's face almost tenderly, blood roaring in his ears. All of his careful work, his sacrifices, and patience seemed to finally be paying off. If nothing else, at least the priest was being honest with his desires.]

[kokuyoyo]

[All it takes is that touch, and it’s as though his body goes boneless, melts. How pathetic, even he has to admit, that he falls apart so smoothly and easily at the mere gesture of those hands cradling his face.]

[But… He’s wanted this. To be touched so intimately and carefully. Nothing like it has ever compared, and he’s been starving for it. Not since the demon first did it, either, but longer. No one has touched him like this for all his life, and, God help him, but he’s desperate for it. Nothing else compares to the pressure of Mukuro’s hands at his jaw or the warm slide of their lips against one another.]

[For all the time that’s passed, Chikusa still remembers the lessons he was taught. He’s clumsy with his kiss, yes, but he remembers as he attempts to press his tongue into Mukuro’s mouth in search of that way which sends fire down his spine.]

[possedere]

[Kissing the priest in reality was far different than doing so in dreams, in a borrowed body. In dreams, Mukuro had perfect control over his environment, his corporeal body, and most importantly, his own reactions.

Trapped in this prison of flesh, Mukuro was also prisoner to this body's reactions, to having his senses overwhelmed past the point of his control. The desperation in the priest's kiss was enough to stir fire in his blood, eating through his body as if he was made out of tinder.

Moaning, Mukuro opened his mouth eagerly for the priest's clumsy tongue, dragging him in closer, wedging a thigh between the priest's legs and arching up into him. The kiss was satisfying, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough, and Mukuro didn't want to stop until he was good and properly satisfied.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Feeling pressure between his legs sends sparks crackling up his spine, and Chikusa gasp against the demon’s mouth. Already, he can feel his self control wavering, the longing in his chest curling tighter, and he tries to pull himself away from those tempting lips.]

Just- a kiss.

[Even if he wants more. Even if he hasn’t stepped away to lessen that leg against his crotch. Even if all he can think about is that encounter in their dreams, Mukuro’s teeth at his throat.]

[possedere]

[The priest drawing away wasn't unexpected, but it irritated Mukuro all the same, the loss of his warmth and his lips almost a physical blow. He leaned in closer, so that their lips were almost touching again, but not quite, lashes lowered.]

Are you sure that's all you want from me, Chikusa Kakimoto? When we both know I can give you so much more?

[As if to accentuated his point, he raised his leg slightly, applying more friction.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Curse the flesh’s weakness- curse his own weakness as he visibly has to bite down on his lip to fight back the moan that threatens to rise out of his chest as Mukuro grinds his leg up against the bulge steadily growing inside his pants. His hands pulls away from him, grinding up against the wood of his door as he tries to find restraint within himself.]

This… isn’t like the dreams.

[He squeezes his eyes shut, breath unsteady against those lips he can feel brushing against him.]

I’ll be stained…

[possedere]

Kufufu is that your only complaint? It's easy enough to avoid.

[If that was all, then it was easily surmounted. Still chuckling lightly, he reversed their positions, pressing the priest against the wood door delicately with one gloved hand. Then, eyes not leaving the priest's, he slid downward, before he was kneeling completely, a position that Chikusa Kakimoto should be familiar with.

He had gotten distracted last time from his task, and while he couldn't promise that he would be able to complete it this time, he was certainly fine with trying his best. Delicately, waiting for the priest to tell him to stop, he started to help him out of his clothes.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He blinks in confusion at the reassurance, off balance enough to be twisted back against the doorway. For a second, he doesn’t understand, but then the demon is smirking at him as he slides to his knees and oh.]

[Chikusa’s face blazes red, even as his mouth twists slightly.]

I was thinking more along the lines of my immortal soul, you realize.

[...But he’s still not stopping him, fingers curling against his palms and lightly grinding against the door at his back.]

[possedere]

[Ah, there it was. Mukuro had missed that adorable flush on the priest's features, finding that it suited him more than anything else. Except perhaps, for those endearingly adorable hats.

The talk of souls was only met with a small huff of laughter as Mukuro slid Chikusa's clothes off, pressing a light kiss against his thigh, and then a bite, repeating the pattern along the patch of exposed skin leisurely.]

You don't think there are some there already?

[After all, souls and dreams were ephemeral.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A notable bulge had already been pressing out against his pants, and Chikusa gasps softly as his arousal is freed from those tight confines, mostly hard and tip just faintly wet. As much as a part of him wants to look away, at least deny what sin he’s letting himself be tugged into… His eyes stay focused right down on the demon as his breath flows along his skin, sending tremors up his spine.]

Then… That’s all the more reason to stop you-

[Teeth, digging into his flesh, soft marks left behind, and Chikusa covers his mouth to muffle the way his voice strangles itself in his own throat. Again, he can feel his legs growing weak, twitching with every soft kiss and punishing nip.]

I hate how you do this…

[A muffled murmur that slips past his defenses.]

[possedere]

You can stop this at any time, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It was only an illusion of a choice, though. Mukuro knew as well as the priest that the last thing that would happen would be either of them stopping, and he felt confident in making that hollow offer.

Though just in case- Gently, he lapped his tongue against the tip of Chikusa Kakimoto's cock, watching his face intently.]

It doesn't seem like you hate it too much.

[He pressed his hands against either side of the priest's thin hips, starting to tease his tongue down the underside of his dick, taking his time and watching for the priest's reactions.]

[kokuyoyo]

I’ve told you-

[A soft gasp, and his spine arches closer to the heat of Mukuro’s mouth. This is so much worse, he thinks, than in the dream where the demon had sucked at him through the fabric of his underwear. While the friction of cloth combined with wet heat had been maddening in its own way, it’d still been a barrier.]

[Now there’s nothing in the way of his damnably clever tongue, able to tease him more accurately than before, and he bites down on his tongue to try and hold himself back until he feels like he can speak again.]

My body wants what it wants…. I can’t stop it….

[possedere]

[While Mukuro wanted nothing more than to have Chikusa Kakimoto beg him to bring him off, to admit that it wasn't just his body that wanted this, to make him cum over and over again, Mukuro would pick and choose his battles wisely. Or perhaps, just getting this far was enough, more than what he expected, and sooner.

To reward the priest for not stopping him, instead of mocking or taunting him, he swallowed his cock down wholly, upper lip brushing against the priest's stomach. There was a light taste of sweat, salt, and skin, more real and tangible than in the dream. It made him moan softly for reasons he couldn't articulate, heat flooding through his veins. While he was sure many would find the position and the act beneath them, Mukuro found it somewhat short sighted. Like this, he had all the power to engulf the priest in pleasure, and he could do so at his leisure.

He draw back, almost letting the head of Chikusa Kakimoto's dick fall from his mouth before swallowing it back all down again, repeating the action slowly.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Oh God-]

[Short sharp sucks full of wet heat, teasing flicks of a firm tongue like fingers tugging at the strings holding his self control together- those are bad enough. Even with the way he’s teased himself, even with the way the demon has teased him in the past… It’s nothing compared to this.]

[Out of nowhere, every bit of him from the base to his horrifically sensitive tip is engulfed in a tight, sucking heat, breath gusting against his skin, and Chikusa almost crumples completely to the ground. It’s nothing short of a miracle that keeps him up on his own two fight, fingers scrambling around the door knob to keep him upright, and he’s crying out in unrestrained pleasure as his mind washes out from the overwhelming sensation of it all.]

[When his eyes clear again, he’s bent over the demon, his other hand now tangled in that long hair instead of muffling his mouth- whether in anticipation of pulling him away or closer, he can’t ascertain.]

M… Mukuro-

[He whines a the demon starts to swallow him up again, body quaking, and he has to gasp his words out.]

Too- it’s too much, lord, it’s too much-

[possedere]

[If Mukuro had any sort of decency, he might have let Chikusa Kakimoto go or slowed down. As it was, the sound of the priest coming undone above him was a heady noise, and Mukuro wanted to draw out all of them. Hearing the priest's completely unselfconscious and unrestrained cries of pleasure went straight to his groin, and he couldn't help but moan in response, the noise muffled.

It was definitely louder when the priest entangled his hand in his hair, heat spearing him straight through the gut, and Chikusa Kakimoto's words fell on deaf ears. Instead, Mukuro dug his fingers into the priest's hips as he drew him closer, not stopping in his slow, agonizing draw of his lips as he moved back. His eyes remained on the priest's surprisingly expressive face, wondering how long the mortal would last and if he would have enough time to get himself off during that time.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Of course. It’s foolish to expect mercy from a demon. Yet he can’t reprimand himself, not when the demon moans and the vibrations of it travel all along the length of him, sending sparks off behind his eyes.]

[Too much. It’s too much.]

[Mismatched eyes focused on him and only him, wrapped up in the throes of impossible pleasure, seem to undo him even worse. He can’t even restrain himself, can’t hold back, no matter that he’s being watched, and god but the way those lips look as he drags his mouth back up his cock… Chikusa whimpers, fingers tightening. He’s going to come, he can feel it, pulsing in the pit of him-]

Mukuro-sama! [One last desperate plea falls out of his mouth, the only thing he can think to do.] Please- I’m coming- I can’t-
[Can’t hold on? Can’t do this? He himself doesn’t even know.]

[possedere]

[It was a good thing that Mukuro came to terms with being a horrible demonic entity a long time ago, because hearing that pleading cry come from the priest's lips was enough to make him swallow up the priest whole once again without any other provocation. He was sure it had to do with control, the fact that the priest so often denied calling him what he was. It also might have to do with the fact that he just liked hearing the priest call out his name, desperate and wanting. Sometimes not everything had to be a complicated desire, he supposed.

Teasingly, he flicked his tongue over the head of the priest's cock, before swallowing him down fully, ready to take whatever the priest dished out.]

[kokuyoyo]

[All that goes through his frazzled undone mind is how unfair he was, to swallow him up again so greedily- and then his release shatters through him, a burst of ecstasy that has his voice die in his throat and his fingers dig in tighter to hold the demon right where he is while his comes straight down into his ravenous throat.]

[The first time in ages since he’s properly orgasmed… Ever since he had first cut things off with the demon- tried to- he’d done his best to hold himself back from that. Often he wasn’t successful in restraining himself when it came to pleasuring his sinful body, but he always did his best to stop it before he tumbled over the edge.]

[For a second, as he comes down from orgasm with his head full of a pleasant haze, he wonders why.]

[Breathing in shaky breaths, he tries to tug the demon away from him as he slumps back against the door.]

You’re… despicable…

[possedere]

[Regrettably, Mukuro's gag reflexes had been as well-trained as Mukuro would have hoped, and the priest's tightening hold on him left him no choice but to swallow and swallow in large gulps. The taste of salt was nearly overpowering, and as soon as the priest released him, he licked at the sides of his mouth for any that had escaped his mouth, watching Chikusa Kakimoto's face. He had hoped he would have been louder when he came, but that cute flush and sex glazed look in his eyes suited him fine as well.

He gave the priest the space that he needed, slowly straightening up from his knees, smirking.]

You didn't seem to protest too much, priest. Tea?

[With how the priest was right now, he doubted he would reciprocate, so Mukuro was fine with taking care of it himself in the bathroom later or when he got home.]