[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[He didn’t protest, he knows, but, still. Glancing away and trying to tug his coat over his limp cock to hide it, Chikusa takes another deep breath. Right in the entrance of his home… God, but he can only hope that his neighbors didn’t hear.]
You can still act so casual after something like that…
[Still, tea, somehow, seems like a familiar anchor in this moment. Maybe because it calls to him so many other times before in the dreams, the demon teasing him with a smug expression and his body still flushed with desire.]
[He…. shouldn’t make a habit of this. Chikusa tries to tell himself of that, and somehow doesn’t grimace at the realization that he’s gone and truly broken his vows.]
Would you prefer if I acted victorious or pulled out my hair and lamented your lost virtue?
[Mukuro made his way into the priest's kitchen, a bit surprised that he hadn't been kicked out immediately afterward so the priest could pray and have a crisis. All things considered, he seemed to handle it well. Or perhaps he was still winding down from the post-coital bliss, and it would hit him in full force later.
Casually, Mukuro started the kettle, flicking his hair out of his face.]
Perhaps I shouldn't tell you what else I plan to do to you, if you're worried my reaction is too casual.
[For the love of- Chikusa’s eyes narrow, and he leans down to pull his pants back up so that he at least has a little dignity. It’s becoming a rare thing to possess, unfortunately, but he’ll at least try.]
You’re the last person who’d bemoan the loss of my virtue.
[Demons.]
[Finally leaving the entranceway of his home, he lingers at the threshold of his kitchen, unsure of what to do. He feels- too much, too tangled together, and he’s not even thinking as his mind tries to distance itself from everything else. His lips pure, just slightly.]
You’ve already told me the kind of things you want to do to me before.
I could be moaning for another reason, if you'd like.
[If he noticed the priest's need for distance now or his hesitation, Mukuro didn't mention it, instead getting two mugs out and the tea. He did, however, shoot Chikusa Kakimoto an amused look.]
No need to sound so petulant about it. Should we talk about something else?
[He might be a little smug that he'd gotten this far, and there was no need to push the priest further. Well, not today anyway.]
[A response like that doesn’t even warrant mention, so he tries to pass it over without looking too- as the demon says- petulant. He does want to talk about something else, if he has to talk about anything else at all and the demon wants to have tea, but… What is there?]
[...There’s a question in the back of his mind, one he can’t help wonder about.]
[My, my, now wasn't this interesting? The priest had been given a proper out not to continue this line of conversation, and yet he'd decided to bring it up again of his own free will. It took a lot of effort for Mukuro not to cackle victoriously, but he couldn't stop his mouth from curving up in a sly, sharp smirk, his red eye practically burning when he tossed a casual glance over his shoulder.]
I was going to take care of it later, but if you're volunteering to help, I wouldn't turn down the generous offer.
{His voice is quiet, not a snap, but it’s still sharp regardless, and his eyes narrow as his frame tenses up. Not that he’s… innocent of having thoughts such as those- pondering the appeal of doing something like that, wondering what the demon looks like when he’s already bared himself- but. Still.]
[He’s not that far gone. Not yet. He tries to console himself with that thought.]
But if someone in such a worked up state left a priest’s apartment, and someone saw…. It would be troublesome for me.
[What a cute and not at all transparent reason for the priest to worry about him. Mukuro turned his attention back to the tea, but his shoulder shook slightly with mirth.]
I can take care of it myself, Chikusa Kakimoto, before I leave if you're so worried about what your neighbors would think.
[Even though it was a distinct possibility they had heard the noises that the priest had made at his own front door. Hopefully this new apartment was more soundproof than it looked.
When the kettle whistled, he poured the hot water into mugs, smirking.]
If you're interested, you're more than welcome to watch.
[Honestly, it’s something he has to consider, for all that it makes shame twist in his gut a little, that someone did hear him. His only hope is that, considering the time of day, less people are in the apartment building than they would be at any other time. And, trust him, he’s desperately hoping.]
[For now, however, he stays focused on the demon, and slips into an unimpressed dead eyed stare when he sees those shoulders shake. He thinks he could really go without the constant laughter at his person.]
I was under the impression that you were the one with the voyeuristic kink…
[Mukuro didn't need to see the priest's face in order to know what kind of expression he was making, and the thought only made him chuckle all the more.
He brought the steaming mugs towards the table, setting one in front of the priest and the other in front of himself, heading back to the cabinets briefly to forage for the sugar.]
I wouldn't mind putting on a show if it was for you, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[For a second, like when they were first meeting in their dreams and the demon started up their now shared habit of tea, Chikusa wavers before venturing to the table and sinking into the seat.]
More sweet words… [Cradling the mug, he ducks his head to stare into it.] You say that with everything about me.
[That wasn't a 'no', Mukuro was amused to note as he took a drink of his tea. He couldn't tell if the priest was just coming around to his way of thinking or if, perhaps, he was tired of fighting his own desires. Either way, he would accept it.]
It's the truth.
[A sin for a demon, but it was coated in enough sin to keep him from feeling the disgusting feeling that usually accompanied telling the truth.
He smirked at the priest from over his mug, raising an eyebrow.]
Would you want me to return the favor you did for me? I could do so naked in your bed.
[Because for all that they'd done, Mukuro hadn't completely disrobed.]
[Really, it’s a good thing he didn’t start on his tea while the demon still had a mouth unoccupied. Chikusa can only imagine how hard he would have choked on his tea at that last statement. As it is, it’s just a sharp inhale of breath as he imagines- no. That’s the first step to everything going straight to hell, literally in this case.]
[His face is still burning in a way that has nothing to do with the steam rising up out of his mug.]
Just- my bathroom. Go do it in their to make yourself presentable. [His fingers dig in tighter against his tea.]
[What a splendid reaction. Mukuro had to keep himself from laughing at the way the priest flushed all red and lovely, hiding his amusement behind his tea mug.]
If it helps ease your conscious, I was the one committing most of the sin.
[Mukuro smirked wickedly, before finishing off his tea. He flicked his hair casually over his shoulder, giving the priest one last, heavy stare before getting up.]
I'll be in the bathroom then. If you change your mind, let me know.
[That’s not how it works at all, a fact that he’s sure both he and the demon know, but he doesn’t say anything against it. There are certain arguments that aren’t worth the breath it would take to have them. So he keeps his eyes focused downwards, not wanting to see what look the demon gives him, and waits until he hears his footsteps fade away. Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Chikusa moves himself back to his couch. Already, he can feel regrets and uncertainty start to weigh down on him all the harder.]
[Only a kiss…. That’s what he had meant to happen. A kiss wasn’t inherently sinful, after all, no matter the recipient, even if the memories he had associated with it were. But what had happened, right there in the entranceway of his own home, against the door… As he sinks down into his couch, Chikusa thinks of it and shudders. He’s never going to be able to get rid of that mental image now: Mukuro on his knees, lips wrapped around his cock, those eyes focused straight on him with every lewd wet noise.]
[Chikusa squeezes his legs together and does his best to focus on the tea in his hands while he waits for the demon to finish his business. Except that doesn't do much for him at all, as it turns out, so by the time Mukuro comes out from the bathroom, it's highly likely that he'll find the priest quietly praying with a half finished mug of tea on the coffee table.]
[It was a bit of a disappointment and a slight surprise that the priest didn't follow him in, but Mukuro supposed he had pushed him as far as he could for one day.
To give the priest some semblance of dignity and decorum, he closed both the bedroom and bathroom door to help muffle any noise, as well as let the shower run lightly. He gave it a few moments just in case the priest decided to change his mind, toying with the idea of doing this on the bed for comfort and to have the delicious imagery of the priest doing the what he was about to do in the same spot, before restraining himself. It probably wasn't wise to do so just yet.
He shimmied his pants down halfway down his thighs, sighing in relief as his cock sprung free. As he leisurely gripped his shaft and stroked, he recalled the flushed look on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, the sounds he made, how he had tasted. Mukuro wasn't looking to win awards for stamina today, and he was concerned about his cute little priest, so it was a quick and somewhat unsatisfying orgasm before he cleaned himself up, turned off the shower, and headed back to the living room. He had expected to come back to an empty apartment with the priest long gone, but instead he was amused to find him praying.
Gently, he dropped on teh couch next to him, canting his head to the side.]
That sinful?
[Sorry if he sounded very pleased with himself, except not really.]
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[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.]
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[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….
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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.]
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[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-
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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…
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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.]
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You can still act so casual after something like that…
[Still, tea, somehow, seems like a familiar anchor in this moment. Maybe because it calls to him so many other times before in the dreams, the demon teasing him with a smug expression and his body still flushed with desire.]
[He…. shouldn’t make a habit of this. Chikusa tries to tell himself of that, and somehow doesn’t grimace at the realization that he’s gone and truly broken his vows.]
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[Mukuro made his way into the priest's kitchen, a bit surprised that he hadn't been kicked out immediately afterward so the priest could pray and have a crisis. All things considered, he seemed to handle it well. Or perhaps he was still winding down from the post-coital bliss, and it would hit him in full force later.
Casually, Mukuro started the kettle, flicking his hair out of his face.]
Perhaps I shouldn't tell you what else I plan to do to you, if you're worried my reaction is too casual.
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You’re the last person who’d bemoan the loss of my virtue.
[Demons.]
[Finally leaving the entranceway of his home, he lingers at the threshold of his kitchen, unsure of what to do. He feels- too much, too tangled together, and he’s not even thinking as his mind tries to distance itself from everything else. His lips pure, just slightly.]
You’ve already told me the kind of things you want to do to me before.
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[If he noticed the priest's need for distance now or his hesitation, Mukuro didn't mention it, instead getting two mugs out and the tea. He did, however, shoot Chikusa Kakimoto an amused look.]
No need to sound so petulant about it. Should we talk about something else?
[He might be a little smug that he'd gotten this far, and there was no need to push the priest further. Well, not today anyway.]
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[...There’s a question in the back of his mind, one he can’t help wonder about.]
...You weren’t… touched. In turn. Are you…?
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I was going to take care of it later, but if you're volunteering to help, I wouldn't turn down the generous offer.
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{His voice is quiet, not a snap, but it’s still sharp regardless, and his eyes narrow as his frame tenses up. Not that he’s… innocent of having thoughts such as those- pondering the appeal of doing something like that, wondering what the demon looks like when he’s already bared himself- but. Still.]
[He’s not that far gone. Not yet. He tries to console himself with that thought.]
But if someone in such a worked up state left a priest’s apartment, and someone saw…. It would be troublesome for me.
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I can take care of it myself, Chikusa Kakimoto, before I leave if you're so worried about what your neighbors would think.
[Even though it was a distinct possibility they had heard the noises that the priest had made at his own front door. Hopefully this new apartment was more soundproof than it looked.
When the kettle whistled, he poured the hot water into mugs, smirking.]
If you're interested, you're more than welcome to watch.
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[For now, however, he stays focused on the demon, and slips into an unimpressed dead eyed stare when he sees those shoulders shake. He thinks he could really go without the constant laughter at his person.]
I was under the impression that you were the one with the voyeuristic kink…
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He brought the steaming mugs towards the table, setting one in front of the priest and the other in front of himself, heading back to the cabinets briefly to forage for the sugar.]
I wouldn't mind putting on a show if it was for you, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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More sweet words… [Cradling the mug, he ducks his head to stare into it.] You say that with everything about me.
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It's the truth.
[A sin for a demon, but it was coated in enough sin to keep him from feeling the disgusting feeling that usually accompanied telling the truth.
He smirked at the priest from over his mug, raising an eyebrow.]
Would you want me to return the favor you did for me? I could do so naked in your bed.
[Because for all that they'd done, Mukuro hadn't completely disrobed.]
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[His face is still burning in a way that has nothing to do with the steam rising up out of his mug.]
Just- my bathroom. Go do it in their to make yourself presentable.
[His fingers dig in tighter against his tea.]
...I’ve committed enough sin in a day….
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If it helps ease your conscious, I was the one committing most of the sin.
[Mukuro smirked wickedly, before finishing off his tea. He flicked his hair casually over his shoulder, giving the priest one last, heavy stare before getting up.]
I'll be in the bathroom then. If you change your mind, let me know.
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[Only a kiss…. That’s what he had meant to happen. A kiss wasn’t inherently sinful, after all, no matter the recipient, even if the memories he had associated with it were. But what had happened, right there in the entranceway of his own home, against the door… As he sinks down into his couch, Chikusa thinks of it and shudders. He’s never going to be able to get rid of that mental image now: Mukuro on his knees, lips wrapped around his cock, those eyes focused straight on him with every lewd wet noise.]
[Chikusa squeezes his legs together and does his best to focus on the tea in his hands while he waits for the demon to finish his business. Except that doesn't do much for him at all, as it turns out, so by the time Mukuro comes out from the bathroom, it's highly likely that he'll find the priest quietly praying with a half finished mug of tea on the coffee table.]
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To give the priest some semblance of dignity and decorum, he closed both the bedroom and bathroom door to help muffle any noise, as well as let the shower run lightly. He gave it a few moments just in case the priest decided to change his mind, toying with the idea of doing this on the bed for comfort and to have the delicious imagery of the priest doing the what he was about to do in the same spot, before restraining himself. It probably wasn't wise to do so just yet.
He shimmied his pants down halfway down his thighs, sighing in relief as his cock sprung free. As he leisurely gripped his shaft and stroked, he recalled the flushed look on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, the sounds he made, how he had tasted. Mukuro wasn't looking to win awards for stamina today, and he was concerned about his cute little priest, so it was a quick and somewhat unsatisfying orgasm before he cleaned himself up, turned off the shower, and headed back to the living room. He had expected to come back to an empty apartment with the priest long gone, but instead he was amused to find him praying.
Gently, he dropped on teh couch next to him, canting his head to the side.]
That sinful?
[Sorry if he sounded very pleased with himself, except not really.]
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