[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.]
[He didn't sound too offended, instead resting his cheek against the priest's thigh as he looked up to him, considering. He did in fact like taking the priest into his mouth and taking him apart with his tongue, having a front row seat to watch the faces the priest made as pleasure wracked him. He also was supremely into knowing that it was he himself doing this to him, and that no one else had touched him in such a manner.
But he was always willing to try something new, especially since his cute little priest seemed to be more vocal and knew what he wanted now. That alone was enough to capture Mukuro's interest.]
What would you have me do instead?
[But not one to be idle, he lazily traced his fingers along Chikusa Kakimoto's shaft, expression innocent.]
[Somehow, there's something strangely intimate about having the demon rest his head against the inside of his thigh like he does. More intimate than their kisses, or his fingers inbetween his legs, or being laid completely bare before him. It's strange; Chikusa can't explain it. All he can do is stare at him, and shiver when that finger toying teases up his arousal.]
I wasn't complaining... If you like it... you do as you want, don't you? And the thing I wanted to do... I've done.
Usually you're a lot less complacent about me having my way with you.
[Humming thoughtfully, he hefted himself up onto his elbows, pressing soft kisses along the priest's hipbones, occasionally nipping, as he considered his options. Even if his cute little priest seemed compliant for now, there was no telling on if he would be in this state again. Mukuro wanted to take full advantage of it.]
That's all you wanted to do? Then should I do what I've wanted to since the beginning? Fuck you until you know nothing but my name on your lips and my body claiming yours?
[Oh, oh, oh. Chikusa's spine curves, arching into those teeth teasing along his skin, and his cock throbs against the press of the demon's shoulder.]
You just asked... if the contract still applied there...
[Is this some sort of tease? Chikusa can't tell. His attention drifts too much towards the head against his body, long hair brushing against his body and lips roaming uninterrupted. Unable to help himself, he ghosts his hand along the curve of Mukuro's skull.]
[If it was a tease, Mukuro wasn't going to let is slide, his eyes widening slightly when the priest didn't exactly tell him no. Considering how long he had waited for this moment, he made sure to take his time in opening up the priest, introducing him first to his tongue, then to his fingers, feeling his own cock start to stir when the priest's hand drifted towards his hair. No matter what he did, however, he was going to savor ever swipe of his tongue against the priest's flesh, the sounds he made, the look on his face.
Only when the priest was wanton and opened up completely did Mukuro take him, burying himself in the heat of him that was hotter than hell and far more delicious than any sin he'd partaken in for the last few centuries. As with everything the priest had let him do, it only made him hungrier for more, his satisfaction only lasting a few moments after they had joined in pleasure.
'I meant what I said about eternity' he wanted to say against the priest's skin, against his moaning mouth, with his fingers digging into Chikusa Kakimoto's hipbones. As sure as a brand, he would stay with him.]
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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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[He didn't sound too offended, instead resting his cheek against the priest's thigh as he looked up to him, considering. He did in fact like taking the priest into his mouth and taking him apart with his tongue, having a front row seat to watch the faces the priest made as pleasure wracked him. He also was supremely into knowing that it was he himself doing this to him, and that no one else had touched him in such a manner.
But he was always willing to try something new, especially since his cute little priest seemed to be more vocal and knew what he wanted now. That alone was enough to capture Mukuro's interest.]
What would you have me do instead?
[But not one to be idle, he lazily traced his fingers along Chikusa Kakimoto's shaft, expression innocent.]
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I wasn't complaining... If you like it... you do as you want, don't you? And the thing I wanted to do... I've done.
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[Humming thoughtfully, he hefted himself up onto his elbows, pressing soft kisses along the priest's hipbones, occasionally nipping, as he considered his options. Even if his cute little priest seemed compliant for now, there was no telling on if he would be in this state again. Mukuro wanted to take full advantage of it.]
That's all you wanted to do? Then should I do what I've wanted to since the beginning? Fuck you until you know nothing but my name on your lips and my body claiming yours?
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You just asked... if the contract still applied there...
[Is this some sort of tease? Chikusa can't tell. His attention drifts too much towards the head against his body, long hair brushing against his body and lips roaming uninterrupted. Unable to help himself, he ghosts his hand along the curve of Mukuro's skull.]
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Only when the priest was wanton and opened up completely did Mukuro take him, burying himself in the heat of him that was hotter than hell and far more delicious than any sin he'd partaken in for the last few centuries. As with everything the priest had let him do, it only made him hungrier for more, his satisfaction only lasting a few moments after they had joined in pleasure.
'I meant what I said about eternity' he wanted to say against the priest's skin, against his moaning mouth, with his fingers digging into Chikusa Kakimoto's hipbones. As sure as a brand, he would stay with him.]