[He should think it's obvious, with the way his hands trail down Mukuro's sides, over his hips. What else could happen now, his fingers digging into soft thighs so that he can raise them upwards a little and allow himself to press down against the demon working on his cassock?]
[The demon did something like this to him, didn't he, once upon a dream? Chikusa feels certain of it. Following the curve of Mukuro's jaw, he lets hot breath wash over his ear, followed by his voice.]
[But it wasn't like Mukuro was going to complain, helping the priest quickly out of his cassock and then shrugging out of his own shirt, shuddering at Chikusa's breath against his ear. He turned his head so that they were facing each other, entangling his hands into the priest's hair to draw him to his mouth.]
Chikusa Kakimoto.
[He murmured it against his lips before kissing him deeply.]
[Is he being forceful? Is this not the kind of action the demon has taken against him in the pass, with those sly hands and shining eyes? Chikusa doesn't have the time nor care to point out his hypocrisy. All of his attention is snared on the way his name sounds on Mukuro's tongue, a rare sound, and he shudders against Mukuro's body even as he's pulled in for a deep kiss.]
[He's gotten better at this, ever since the demon has come into his life, at least he thinks so. He knows how to turn his head to the side, their noses brushing, and how to slide his tongue in past the demon's teeth.]
[More than that, however, he has a better idea of how to multitask. The kiss is perfect, wonderful, freed of all the chains that had constricted him before, and his fingers dig into place so that he can rock right into Mukuro's hips. Once upon a time, it had been the demon grinding down on him. This time, while the demon's legs are splayed out on either side of him... It's quite the reverse.]
are you really complaining about mermaid au in mermay james
[That shudder was enough to jar Mukuro into awakening and a primal want, and greedily, he opened his mouth for the priest, sucking in his tongue. He wanted to feel that shudder coursing through the priest's body over and over again, a physical tremor of pleasure, to hear him gasp and moan his name as they coupled, and to see what else Chikusa Kakimoto had learned and ached for this whole time.
It hadn't escaped his notice that his cute little priest was a better kisser now, after all, and that it seemed like he had learned how to move his hips when Mukuro wasn't looking. He moaned softly as Chikusa rocked into him, biting his lower lip as he drew away.]
Pants.
[It was murmured against the priest's lips as he struggled out of his own, cursing the gangly assortment of limbs on a human body. It was much easier to do this in dreams that he controlled.]
[It won't be that easy. Even as Mukuro reaches down for his waist, the pressure from his thighs disappears, and a pair of hands wrap around his. Still pressed down against Mukuro, Chikusa nudges their foreheads against one another.]
No.
[He wants to show the demon what he's been doing to him all this time as well. Besides, didn't he have a chance to pull Chikusa down into bed and stake some sort of claim? It's his own fault that he'd fallen unconscious like he had. Chikusa grinds down against him again, trying to find the proper way to move, what sort of rhythm he needs to use. This part is still new to him, after all... but he's not afraid, now, of learning how to do it.]
[Of all the words he expected out of his cute little priest's mouth, 'no' was the last on the list. Mukuro's eyes widened with surprise, before flashing with sharp interest. He let the priest keep ahold of his wrists, but he twisted up to bite a line up his neck, laughing slightly.]
Why deny yourself?
[Though it seemed like his priest wanted to take his time, and Mukuro was fine with obliging him. He started to move his hips in time with Chikusa's, and once they slotted together just right, he let out a small moan, hands twitching against the priest's, itching to be released so he could touch.]
[Oh, oh, he'd forgotten about this. How good it feels, his teeth digging into his skin, pain and pleasure sparking down his spine. When's the last time he did this? When their positions had been reversed, the demon settling down onto his lap?]
[It feels so like that time, all the way down to their hips grinding down against one another, and he moans as well into Mukuro's hair. If not for that, maybe he'd laugh, instead, at what the demon says.]
I'm not....
[In fact, he's eager to repeat that movement inbetween them, trying to find that jolt of shared pleasure again.]
[Interesting. For once, Mukuro had enough sense to keep his mouth shut, instead focusing on the delicious friction of their hips grinding together. It didn't mean he wouldn't make any noise, however, a soft moan falling from his lips once they hit they right angle. Helpfully, he wrapped his legs around the priest, hands still flexing with the need to touch him, sharply pulling them closer together and keeping them at that perfect spot. Warmth was starting to coil lazily at the base of his spine, and as if punish the priest for it, he bit harder into his neck.]
[It's like those first kisses all over again- Mukuro's moan, hot and hitting deep, coiling something deep within the pit of Chikusa's stomach. Is the demon reminded of the same? Chikusa can't tell. He can't spare a thought for it for much longer, in fact, not when those teeth dig in and wipe his mind utterly white.]
[Gasping sharp enough to sting his own throat, he jerks his hips again in retaliation, rutting desperately for more of that friction. But it's not only his own pleasure he's seeking. It's a bonus, but it's not what he wants.]
[No, what he wants is to see the demon fall apart to this pleasure too. He wants both of them wrapped in it, tight and impossible to break free from.]
[It was better than anything Mukuro had been expecting out of his cute little priest, but it wasn't enough. He wanted them both bare and writhing against each other, wanted to see every single inch of his priest's skin laid bare before him, wanted to taste all of it. He ground up against him, breathing starting to hitch.]
Chikusa. Clothes off.
[Perhaps his priest would take pity on him if he used his name, since he had seemed to like it so much earlier.]
[That's putting it lightly. Hearing his name come out of Mukuro's mouth like this, strained and hitched, seems to rack his entire body, and Chikusa presses his face further against Mukuro's throat. It's tempting, so tempting, but...]
I said no... I want to hear you come.
[He wants to feel him shake against him, wants to see if he can draw more of those lewd noises from his lips. Perhaps, to really drive it home what he means, he nudges his lips against Mukuro's neck and nips down against the tender flesh there. Turnabout is fair play.]
[God Almighty, his cock jumped to attention at the priest's bold dirty talk, Mukuro turning to try to catch a glimpse of his face. Just what else was his priest hiding from him? With a small whine, but willing to play along for now, Mukuro let his hands slip down to the waist band of Chikusa's pants, fingers dipping into it.]
Harder then, priest.
[It felt good, that little nip, but he wanted more.]
[Is saying the simple truth of what he wants really dirty talk? He hadn't thought it would be... And yet he almost swears that he can feel Mukuro's cock twitch against where their bodies meet. His eyes are dark when the demon turns to look at his face, lost in deep desire, and his breath catches briefly when those hands slide down to undo where his shirt has been tucked in so neatly.]
[There's no need for him to be told anything else. With their hands free of one another, Chikusa adjusts his arm so that his fingers can tangle into Mukuro's hair... all to tug at his head, exposing more of his throat for Chikusa to dig his teeth into, as if to anchor himself with every demanding thrust of his hips.]
[He should have known that someone who spent their whole life following commands from an unseen god would be obedient and excellent at obeying him. Mukuro couldn't help but let out a moan as the priest roughly yanked him by the hair, all but sobbing as Chikusa Kakimoto dug his teeth into his neck. It felt too good, and Mukuro decided that for once, it would be nice to give into this pleasure blindly.
He turned his face to kiss the priest sloppily, breathing hitching with each hard thrust, his nails winding up the priest's back to dig into his skin. He could stay like this for hours, if his mortal body was willing. It seemed like an eternity or no time at all before he started feeling the familiar build of pressure at the base of his spine, pleasure sparking through his nerves.]
Close-!
[Which might be demon talk for 'don't stop' but that was neither here nor there.]
[All too often, it's been the demon who's drawn noises out of him, who's had him gasping and begging in pleasure when he'd rather nothing more than to simply be silent. Now that they're like this, pleasure burning inbetween them, his fingers tight in the demon's hair, those lips straining for his- he can see why the demon had chased after it so much.]
[There's something unbelievable about knowing he can make him feel so lost in ecstasy.]
[There's something burning at his back, he thinks, a pressure that sparks all too easily along with the pleasure in his body, and he hardly pays it any mind. Instead, he's enraptured by the demon beneath him, and his eyes are intense as he looks into that flushed face.]
[There's only one thing to say to that, his other hand digging into Mukuro's hips and his mouth moving against his.]
[Since when had the priest been so commanding and so capable of manipulating his body as he wished? It was a question to ask later, when Mukuro wasn't crying out the priest's name as he fell over the edge, hips stalling as he came in his pants. For a few moments, he could only gasp, dazed and startled pleasure still throbbing through his body like the after tremors of an earthquake.
Then, insistently, he smashed their lips together, hands going to open the priest's pants.]
[Ah... The bulge in his pants is still straining against cloth and the metal teeth of his zipper, distantly aching, and Chikusa hardly cares about it. All of his attention has been stolen away by the look on Mukuro's face: those long lashes bowed over pleasure glazed eyes and brushing against the flush of pleasure on his cheeks. Is this what Mukuro has seen on his own voice...?]
[His thoughts wash away, sand to tide, as Mukuro rises up to nearly swallow him whole with hot wet lips. Faintly, Chikusa is aware of how those hands skirt his sides to duck down to his pants once again. With the kiss broken, he blinks dazedly at Mukuro. No more sharp focus or quiet demands now. It's almost as if he'd orgasmed himself, although the bulge pressing in against the inside of Mukuro's thigh says otherwise.]
[It might be the boneless satisfaction that made his muscles seem liquid and lithe or the dazed expression on the priest's face, but his question/declaration made Mukuro laugh, low and soft in his throat. Eagerly, he started pressing kisses along his neck, occasionally swapping out lips for teeth, shoulder shaking slightly in mirth.]
Who said I was? We're just beginning priest.
[He eased the priest's pants down for ease of access when it didn't seem like he was going to stop him, gripping his cock in his hand to start stroking him slowly and leisurely.]
[Beneath Mukuro's lips, muscles jolt in pleasure and surprise, stuttering whenever his breath catches as the pressure of teeth. It's a hint of things to come, a promise made months and months ago that's finally being carried through.]
Things... you said you'd do to me... [His hips shift, following the tug of his pants. His breathing shudders when Mukuro's fingers wrap around him, warm and so different from his own hands.]
[But he knows the demon by now. He knows he won't be satisfied with that much of a description, and he presses his nose against Mukuro's hair.]
...Like taking you... in my mouth...
[Even if he's given in, this kind of descriptive dirty talk is still something new, and said slowly.]
[Those words alone were enough to send fire rushing through Mukuro's borrowed veins, his whole body coming alight just for this priest alone. The fact that Chikusa Kakimoto had said those words was truly commendable, but even more enticing was the knowledge that the priest had taken those words to heart. Had thought about them deeply, fantasized about them, had researched them. He wanted to know exactly what Chikusa Kakimoto had done to himself as he had replayed those words in his mind, and briefly he recalled the priest's flushed skin jarring against his curtain of dark hair, his back bowed, his hands sure against his own erect cock.
Mukuro kept his strokes on the priest's cock slow and steady, not wanting him to get off right away, his breathing uneven.]
What else have you thought about, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[Just like he's always done... Chikusa's eyes flutter with every slow slide of those fingers against him, taking in every too deep or too slow breath against him. He knows this touch, although the fingers are different. This is the exactly the way he's always touched himself in the dark, pants down to his thighs and heat throbbing in his fingers. It's perfect, so perfect...]
[Perfect enough to make him wonder where the demon had learned it, this way he can touch him, and all that shimmers to the surface of active thought is that dream so many months ago. He'd touched himself there, on his bed, breathless under the intent gaze of another. Had he watched so much then that he'd learned from that alone...?]
[He nudges further at the demon, taking in his now too human scent. Even more talking... Truly the demon never shuts up.]
...I've never seen you naked...
[He's never even seen the demon's dick, not counting all of him and dream or otherwise, and yet he was the one who's been completely bared. It makes a man wonder.]
[Now wasn't that a nice thought? It hardly seemed fair, to be truthful, that he had seen all of Chikusa Kakimoto while the priest had seen so little in return. But he had seemed so skittish, so unsure in the beginning, that he thought it would be better to hide as much as possible. Now it seemed that he was willing to accept everything, that he wanted everything. But Mukuro had to be sure.
Delicately, he let go of the priest's cock to tug his shirt over his head, hair askew at the gesture as he smirked down at the priest.]
That's easily fixed.
[Then, almost idly:]
Are you taking back your clause about complete penetration?
[Not for tonight specifically, but who knew what other changes of heart he might have up his sleeve.]
[There's a more than noticeable throb when Mukuro releases his fingers from around Chikusa's cock, but he can bear it. Certainly, he's bore worse while waiting all those months, tormented with dreams of the demon while they were apart, forced to weather out his body's pained lust. It's easy to ignore the sensation as the demon curves his spine, shirt sliding over so smoothly over his head.]
[Ever so slightly, Chikusa's eyelids flutter down a little more and he takes in the entire sight beneath him. Once upon a time, he'd caught a glimpse of this... but only from the back, and only for a moment as the demon had prepared to go take a shower that didn't really mean anything. That'd been the only time... and he'd run, shortly after, only to bare his entire self to the demon in turn.]
[Being asked a question is a bit strange when his mind is so thoroughly elsewhere, and he has to blink himself out of his nostalgia as he looks up at the demon.]
Just curious about your new boundaries. I don't want you to rush anything you're not ready for.
[That being said, Mukuro hefted himself off of the bed so he could strip out of his pants, taking his time even though all he wanted to do was kick them off quickly considering what a sticky mess they were. Still, the first time should be something theatrical ( and perhaps every time after that ), and he didn't want to disappoint his riveted audience.
His underwear was next to go, before he turned to crawl back up on the bed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He leaned down to exhale softly over Chikusa Kakimoto's cock, tipping his head slightly to meet his gaze, waiting.]
[New boundaries.... As if they haven't done things like this before. Have the rules honestly changed that much...]
[Not that it really matters. Chikusa's mind is elsewhere, like his hands pressing down on the bed so that he can maneuver himself off of Mukuro in order for the other man to remove the rest of his clothing. It really is that one dream all over again... Only, this time, it's real, and he's not leaving part of the way through. Instead, left sprawled on the bed with his cock hard against the inside of one thigh, he watches Mukuro slide the pants from his hips all the way. As the underwear follows, his eyes slide down lazily to take stock of everything he's never seen before. Semen really does make such a mess...]
[Distracted by thoughts of cleanliness, he nearly misses Mukuro crawling back to him, and he makes a soft noise under his breath at that hot air by his cock.]
...You're always going down on me. Do you like it that much...?
[This is probably the third time that the demon has gone for his dick, now, he thinks.]
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because you do things that haunt me, mimi, and i must purge them from my brain via release
[He should think it's obvious, with the way his hands trail down Mukuro's sides, over his hips. What else could happen now, his fingers digging into soft thighs so that he can raise them upwards a little and allow himself to press down against the demon working on his cassock?]
[The demon did something like this to him, didn't he, once upon a dream? Chikusa feels certain of it. Following the curve of Mukuro's jaw, he lets hot breath wash over his ear, followed by his voice.]
Say my name.
[Not 'priest'.]
i don't know what you're talking about
[But it wasn't like Mukuro was going to complain, helping the priest quickly out of his cassock and then shrugging out of his own shirt, shuddering at Chikusa's breath against his ear. He turned his head so that they were facing each other, entangling his hands into the priest's hair to draw him to his mouth.]
Chikusa Kakimoto.
[He murmured it against his lips before kissing him deeply.]
mermaid au mimi!!!!!
[He's gotten better at this, ever since the demon has come into his life, at least he thinks so. He knows how to turn his head to the side, their noses brushing, and how to slide his tongue in past the demon's teeth.]
[More than that, however, he has a better idea of how to multitask. The kiss is perfect, wonderful, freed of all the chains that had constricted him before, and his fingers dig into place so that he can rock right into Mukuro's hips. Once upon a time, it had been the demon grinding down on him. This time, while the demon's legs are splayed out on either side of him... It's quite the reverse.]
are you really complaining about mermaid au in mermay james
It hadn't escaped his notice that his cute little priest was a better kisser now, after all, and that it seemed like he had learned how to move his hips when Mukuro wasn't looking. He moaned softly as Chikusa rocked into him, biting his lower lip as he drew away.]
Pants.
[It was murmured against the priest's lips as he struggled out of his own, cursing the gangly assortment of limbs on a human body. It was much easier to do this in dreams that he controlled.]
weh
No.
[He wants to show the demon what he's been doing to him all this time as well. Besides, didn't he have a chance to pull Chikusa down into bed and stake some sort of claim? It's his own fault that he'd fallen unconscious like he had. Chikusa grinds down against him again, trying to find the proper way to move, what sort of rhythm he needs to use. This part is still new to him, after all... but he's not afraid, now, of learning how to do it.]
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Why deny yourself?
[Though it seemed like his priest wanted to take his time, and Mukuro was fine with obliging him. He started to move his hips in time with Chikusa's, and once they slotted together just right, he let out a small moan, hands twitching against the priest's, itching to be released so he could touch.]
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[It feels so like that time, all the way down to their hips grinding down against one another, and he moans as well into Mukuro's hair. If not for that, maybe he'd laugh, instead, at what the demon says.]
I'm not....
[In fact, he's eager to repeat that movement inbetween them, trying to find that jolt of shared pleasure again.]
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[Gasping sharp enough to sting his own throat, he jerks his hips again in retaliation, rutting desperately for more of that friction. But it's not only his own pleasure he's seeking. It's a bonus, but it's not what he wants.]
[No, what he wants is to see the demon fall apart to this pleasure too. He wants both of them wrapped in it, tight and impossible to break free from.]
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Chikusa. Clothes off.
[Perhaps his priest would take pity on him if he used his name, since he had seemed to like it so much earlier.]
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I said no... I want to hear you come.
[He wants to feel him shake against him, wants to see if he can draw more of those lewd noises from his lips. Perhaps, to really drive it home what he means, he nudges his lips against Mukuro's neck and nips down against the tender flesh there. Turnabout is fair play.]
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Harder then, priest.
[It felt good, that little nip, but he wanted more.]
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[There's no need for him to be told anything else. With their hands free of one another, Chikusa adjusts his arm so that his fingers can tangle into Mukuro's hair... all to tug at his head, exposing more of his throat for Chikusa to dig his teeth into, as if to anchor himself with every demanding thrust of his hips.]
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He turned his face to kiss the priest sloppily, breathing hitching with each hard thrust, his nails winding up the priest's back to dig into his skin. He could stay like this for hours, if his mortal body was willing. It seemed like an eternity or no time at all before he started feeling the familiar build of pressure at the base of his spine, pleasure sparking through his nerves.]
Close-!
[Which might be demon talk for 'don't stop' but that was neither here nor there.]
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[There's something unbelievable about knowing he can make him feel so lost in ecstasy.]
[There's something burning at his back, he thinks, a pressure that sparks all too easily along with the pleasure in his body, and he hardly pays it any mind. Instead, he's enraptured by the demon beneath him, and his eyes are intense as he looks into that flushed face.]
[There's only one thing to say to that, his other hand digging into Mukuro's hips and his mouth moving against his.]
Do it.
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Then, insistently, he smashed their lips together, hands going to open the priest's pants.]
Let me touch you.
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[His thoughts wash away, sand to tide, as Mukuro rises up to nearly swallow him whole with hot wet lips. Faintly, Chikusa is aware of how those hands skirt his sides to duck down to his pants once again. With the kiss broken, he blinks dazedly at Mukuro. No more sharp focus or quiet demands now. It's almost as if he'd orgasmed himself, although the bulge pressing in against the inside of Mukuro's thigh says otherwise.]
But I wasn't done...?
[His voice is faint, breathless.]
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Who said I was? We're just beginning priest.
[He eased the priest's pants down for ease of access when it didn't seem like he was going to stop him, gripping his cock in his hand to start stroking him slowly and leisurely.]
What else did you want to do to me?
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Things... you said you'd do to me... [His hips shift, following the tug of his pants. His breathing shudders when Mukuro's fingers wrap around him, warm and so different from his own hands.]
[But he knows the demon by now. He knows he won't be satisfied with that much of a description, and he presses his nose against Mukuro's hair.]
...Like taking you... in my mouth...
[Even if he's given in, this kind of descriptive dirty talk is still something new, and said slowly.]
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Mukuro kept his strokes on the priest's cock slow and steady, not wanting him to get off right away, his breathing uneven.]
What else have you thought about, Chikusa Kakimoto?
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[Perfect enough to make him wonder where the demon had learned it, this way he can touch him, and all that shimmers to the surface of active thought is that dream so many months ago. He'd touched himself there, on his bed, breathless under the intent gaze of another. Had he watched so much then that he'd learned from that alone...?]
[He nudges further at the demon, taking in his now too human scent. Even more talking... Truly the demon never shuts up.]
...I've never seen you naked...
[He's never even seen the demon's dick, not counting all of him and dream or otherwise, and yet he was the one who's been completely bared. It makes a man wonder.]
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Delicately, he let go of the priest's cock to tug his shirt over his head, hair askew at the gesture as he smirked down at the priest.]
That's easily fixed.
[Then, almost idly:]
Are you taking back your clause about complete penetration?
[Not for tonight specifically, but who knew what other changes of heart he might have up his sleeve.]
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[Ever so slightly, Chikusa's eyelids flutter down a little more and he takes in the entire sight beneath him. Once upon a time, he'd caught a glimpse of this... but only from the back, and only for a moment as the demon had prepared to go take a shower that didn't really mean anything. That'd been the only time... and he'd run, shortly after, only to bare his entire self to the demon in turn.]
[Being asked a question is a bit strange when his mind is so thoroughly elsewhere, and he has to blink himself out of his nostalgia as he looks up at the demon.]
That... Why?
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[That being said, Mukuro hefted himself off of the bed so he could strip out of his pants, taking his time even though all he wanted to do was kick them off quickly considering what a sticky mess they were. Still, the first time should be something theatrical ( and perhaps every time after that ), and he didn't want to disappoint his riveted audience.
His underwear was next to go, before he turned to crawl back up on the bed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He leaned down to exhale softly over Chikusa Kakimoto's cock, tipping his head slightly to meet his gaze, waiting.]
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[Not that it really matters. Chikusa's mind is elsewhere, like his hands pressing down on the bed so that he can maneuver himself off of Mukuro in order for the other man to remove the rest of his clothing. It really is that one dream all over again... Only, this time, it's real, and he's not leaving part of the way through. Instead, left sprawled on the bed with his cock hard against the inside of one thigh, he watches Mukuro slide the pants from his hips all the way. As the underwear follows, his eyes slide down lazily to take stock of everything he's never seen before. Semen really does make such a mess...]
[Distracted by thoughts of cleanliness, he nearly misses Mukuro crawling back to him, and he makes a soft noise under his breath at that hot air by his cock.]
...You're always going down on me. Do you like it that much...?
[This is probably the third time that the demon has gone for his dick, now, he thinks.]
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