[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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[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.]