[Fortunately, Chikusa is still somewhat fumbling and new to reading people in some ways. As he picks up his cup and gets to his feet, he misses the way those shoulders tense. His response is merely a soft noise.]
I suppose...
[Coming into the kitchen again, he pauses. His tone turns dry again. Unfortunately, he still gets ideas.]
But since you're so busy trying to tempt a man of the cloth with how he can't know how good something is that he's never experienced, you deserve having the opposite offered to you.
Kufufu are you telling me I should pray with you priest? Or go with you to church? [He paused, glancing over at Chikusa Kakimoto with mock amusement.] Should I join your order? I know quite a few verses of your book by heart.
[He held out a hand for the priest's cup, one eyebrow raised.]
[Though what sort of prayers a demon made clearly weren't good ones, if the wicked smirk on Mukuro's face was any indication. He was tempted to ask after Chikusa Kakimoto's mentor, but honestly, he had long lost interest in that man and he doubted bringing him up would do him any favors.
He let his gloved fingers linger against the priest's when a thought struck him, and he leaned in closer, slow and smooth.]
You still have a point though, priest. It isn't fair to ask you to go against your own nature and not go against my own as well. Let me give you a small taste of pleasure and I will do a good deed of your choosing.
[He paused, canting his head to the side with a small frown.]
[It's right as he's about to pull away from that linger hand when, just like before, Mukuro leans in again. Exactly like before, Chikusa finds himself freezing without any thought to do otherwise able to break through. No pointed venom this time, however, but something almost worse. Something that slides against him like silk and sends an electric feeling up his spine.]
[This is a bad idea. He should refuse. At the same time, that an offer is even being made...]
[Mukuro turned away from him to start washing out the priest's cup, hiding his smirking, almost triumphant expression from the mortal. Just the fact that he was asking tasted like victory, and Mukuro was fine with doing a small good deed if it would help contribute to a very bad one in the long run.]
Anything that would interfere with my fellow brethren's plans, restoring someone's faith in god, or a task that would be considered large scale.
[One deed in exchange for another... He thinks on it, lapsing into silence. This isn't something he can treat lightly. One right doesn't make a wrong, et cetera. Selling your soul to a demon, even in exchange for a lifetime of good, is still wrong.]
[But... This isn't selling his soul. Just- touching, maybe. A little bit, an equivalent exchange. That's... nothing too bad, is it? He can repent for something on a minor scale, a "little bit of pleasure".]
...Because you're a demon... It would only be fair if you did your side of a deal like that first.
My, my, do you not trust me yet, Chikusa Kakimoto? I've honored each of our agreements.
[Mukuro turned to lean against the counter, head tilted to the side and a small mocking smile on his face. Well, he supposed keeping a few agreements for now would be worth it in the long run, so he could play along for now.
He waved a hand airily at the clause, agreeing though not too thrilled about it.]
I'll eagerly await to see what you ask of me, my young priest. Until next time.
[He released him then back to his natural slumber, wondering just what sort of suffering he would have to put up with just for the sake of a little pleasure.]
[He doesn't say the words, but they're what's weighing on his mind throughout the entire morning from the first moment he drowsily awakens in his bed to when he does his prayers at the church. Just thinking about the agreement has his heart speed up its usually calm pace, no matter where he is. It takes tremendous force of will to shove it out of his mind and focus on his usual duties.]
[Focusing on his part of the agreement isn't going to do him any good. He forces himself to remember that, helped with liberal appliances of cold water to his face. Demons are silver tongued and clever. Give them the smallest opening, and they'll figure out a way to squeeze through.]
[Thus, to that end, once he gets home... In the same book he's made so many callings before, he starts to write up a proper agreement. It turns out that it's a good thing that he got a new computer; the old one would have taken forever. By the time he's done with it, Chikusa... is a little pleased with himself. A lawyer couldn't do better with it- requests not to bring any harm to the recipients of this good deed, to not harm anyone else innocent in bringing it to fruition (with a definition on what he means, too), et cetera.]
[That's for the demon. When it gets to his side of the bargain, Chikusa hesitates.]
[His knowledge of how to exorcise demons is expansive. His knowledge of... carnal pleasures... is considerably less so.]
[He tells himself it's for research when he uses the internet to search a few things up. That line of thinking doesn't last long when he comes across something, ah, "Halloween" themed and...]
[Chikusa blankly shuts off the laptop and takes a long cold shower.]
[In the end, despite his trepidation, he leaves that part of the agreement wide open. A "little pleasure" can be however the demon wants to define it, so long as it doesn't evolve into complete intercourse (of which Chikusa is now considerably more aware of, even between two men). Hopefully the openness there will make up for the strict demands.]
[Ultimately, it all leads to helping a struggling family that's part of the Church who've been on hard times and haven't been able to get nearly enough food for themselves. That shouldn't be too bad, Chikusa imagines. It's just making lives a little easier, not outright saving them in any way, and while he'd requested no one innocent get harmed... There's others who aren't. He tries to tell himself it's something akin to karma if the demon does go that way, and that he's not deliberately bringing harm.]
[Now the final part.]
[Chikusa doesn't doubt that the demon is lurking around, or at least he wouldn't be surprised. However, he has to make sure it's seen. So, on the final line...]
[If there's a problem with this, then feel free to contact me once more. If not, I'll await news that things worked out and for your visit where I uphold my end of the bargain, Mukuro-sama.]
[He spends a long while staring at that "sama", unable to shake the feeling of having done something dirty.]
[Besides that, it's the most involved he's been on something for some time, and Chikusa finds himself falling asleep almost immediately once he hits his bed. If there's a problem, he's expecting to be contacted.... But he rather hopes not.]
[That was a bit too much energy spent coming up with all of that.]
[While the way the priest was going about this was as admirable as it was futile, but Mukuro was more than gracious enough to allow him to draw up whatever he wanted to in order to comfort himself. The priest should know better than any a demon's word was next to worthless, and had all but said so on more than on occasion, but the fact that he was drawing up contracts for them already. Well, Mukuro wasn't going to stop him.
He read over the priest's shoulder as he worked, eyes tracing over the lines upon lines of words the priest seemed to believe would bind him. For all the text, the task was a simple one. Help keep a good family afloat, but not necessarily save them. The 'no harming innocents' clause was what chaffed the most, but taking in Chikusa Kakimoto's definition of 'innocence' was surprisingly narrow. It left a lot of wiggle room for a demon, and he had shot an appraising look at the priest. Perhaps there wasn't as much righteousness as he originally believed.
Greed, arrogance, and money were things that Mukuro could manipulate at his leisure, and he soothed the burn of a good deed by making sure it came about in a bad way. He made sure to visit the top financial advisor of the mother's place of employment, murmuring words of madness into their ear. It didn't take much convincing for them sell their soul just for an exorbitant amount of money ( taken from the employees 401Ks ), just like it didn't take long for them to get caught. Since no one could be sure how long the theft had been going on, to restore their employees faith and good will, there across the board raises. Not enough to get them out of their hole, but enough to let them breathe a little easier.
Since it was an easy enough task, he didn't miss the extra 'research' the priest did on his side, presumably solely to shackle Mukuro down with more clauses and words. ( Or to take more than his fair share of cold showers, to which Mukuro could only cackle at mercilessly. ) He had to admit, he would have thought the priest would have been far more strict than not 'complete intercourse' but he wasn't going to complain in the slightest. ( And if being called 'Mukuro-sama' was taken with far more pleasure than necessary, well, the priest would know that in due time. )
He waited a bit impatiently to make sure the family would have time to relay this good news to Chikusa Kakimoto, before appearing before him again, seated cross legged on the chair next to the contract.]
Was the task done to your liking?
[His eyes were sharp on the priest's face, searching and intense. He was also curious to know if he would be addressed as 'Mukuro-sama' verbally or if that was strictly just in the written word.]
[Some measure of relief goes through him when he overhears the thankful prayers that soon come back through the church. The family is so thankful that their burden has been eased up even slightly. To himself, quietly, he reflects on the feeling. Exorcising demons is his main lot in life, he accepted that long ago, but...]
[It's nice. Knowing that more is possible than simply being a weapon for the Church against demons.... even if that feeling is a little tainted by knowing it wasn't God that helped them, but something else entirely.]
[Of course, once he has that, he's well aware of what likely awaits him. It makes the rest of the day almost unbearable from the tension thrumming through his body, and he hides it best he can with prayer after prayer while at church. A holy place doesn't deserve his thoughts tarnishing it.]
[He doesn't have that excuse when he returns home, and it doesn't stop running around his head even when- especially when- he puts himself down to sleep that night.]
[Waking up to see the demon there makes his stomach twist- fear, uncertainty, eagerness? Chikusa doesn't know. However, the change to him is obvious. There's no reserved mannerisms of a priest, or the sharp jerking movements from a man silently fearful of what a demon could do to him. Instead, as he pushes himself up, they're slow and uncertain, matching the expression on his face as he avoids making eye contact.]
Yes. Thank you. [A pause, almost looking up but then stopping himself at the last moment.] I'm... not sure what I'm to do.
[His looks at porn were brief, after all, and he's not sure how much of all that was fantasy or reliable truth.]
[There are many things that Mukuro could have the priest do for him, many things he wants to do to him, and just as many things he wants from him. He wants to see that normally reserved expression break under the pressure of pleasure, to see how far his flush will go down his neck or chest, and he is eager to know what kind of noises he can get the priest to make. But even demons can be patient and restrained, especially when the prize will taste that much sweeter after being steeped in anticipation.]
Leave all of that to me.
[His voice was low and silky, most of the mocking uncharacteristically gone from it. He rose slowly, crossing the space between the chair and the bed in carefully measured steps, stopping just short of the priest.]
You could start by calling me my name.
[Okay, so if a demon's restraint and patience wasn't perfect, who was going to judge him for it?]
[Normally, Chikusa would be judging him for it without restraint. Right now, however, that's completely out of his mind. He's too aware of how his heart leaps into his throat as those patient steps come nearer to him, and the anticipation humming up his spine.]
[The request makes him swallow, still not having washed the sense of dirtiness from how he'd addressed the demon in their agreement.]
['Like in the contract' he wanted to add, but he already felt that the priest was being obtuse on purpose, which only made him that much more eager to have him say it fully.
To encourage him, he pressed a knee onto the bed, leaning forward and reaching out with a gloved hand towards his young priest's cheek. He caressed it gently, like a proper lover.]
[He might choke on his own heart and air, feeling the mattress shift from new weight and smooth leather stroking along his cheek. Chikusa's breath shudders. He needs to calm down, but he's not particularly sure how.]
Mukuro. [A little louder this time, and he swallows thickly. His voice dips back down again, soft.] Mukuro...sama...
[It was difficult to guess whether that wide eyed look Chikusa Kakimoto was giving him was anticipation, fear, or the first stirrings of lust. Most likely it was some potent combination of all three and more, not that Mukuro would complain. That expression on the young priest's face was intoxicating, and hearing his name tumble from that mortal's lips, shaky and soft, was heady. Again he wanted to demand, but he was being cruel enough already.]
Sin is like a first kiss. It's built up on such a ridiculously high pedestal that when it happens...
[Mukuro leaned in slowly ( to give the illusion he would let the priest lean way if he wanted to, when they both knew full and well he wouldn't ), focusing his eyes on Chikusa Kakimoto's lips, brushing his against the priest's softly, barely a touch.]
It's hardly anything.
[He flicked his gaze up to the priest's eyes, careful and considering.]
[While so much talk almost feels unnecessary, it's... also incredibly on point, Chikusa is surprised to find. Even with the anticipation making such a light touch electrifying, it's also, yes, hardly anything. He lets out a breath, trying to relax.]
...You said you wanted to show me a little pleasure...
[Still, he's embarrassed, glancing away to not meet that piercing mismatched gaze.]
And I'm not going to fail on upholding my end of the bargain...
[My, my, wasn't his little priest full of surprises? It was probably a good thing that he couldn't meet his gaze, because Mukuro's had sharpened with considerable interest at that show of shyness. It made him want to bite into him until he bled or tear the skin off of him or fuck him until he was raw and begging, but instead, all Mukuro did was let out a soft chuckle.]
You're so generous, my young priest. Then I'll show you enough until we're even.
[He wrapped his arms around the mortal to bring him in closer, kissing him more deeply this time, head slanted to the side to keep their noses from bumping. He was tempted to clamber wholly onto Chikusa Kakimoto's lap, but he would go slowly in this. He didn't want to listen to the priest complain he was being taken advantage of. No, he wanted him to fall of his own accord.]
[Such words make his uncertainty come back again. It surely wasn't a lot in exchange for such a minor thing, was it? But before he can voice his concerns, those lips are pressing harder against his own and Chikusa shudders.]
[It's ten times different than a soft brush of skin on skin. On some level, it feels like it should be awkward and strange, but... There's just a tinge of pleasure there, something that feels good about Mukuro's soft mouth on his, and Chikusa makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat as his hands rise up without any idea of what he'll even do.]
[In his whole life, he's never kissed before. That would require getting close to other people, accepting intimacy, but he's never managed that before. Not even close. He feels awkward and fumbling, but he can't simply sit there and do nothing. It feels... uncomfortable, to act the object in such a situation. So he tries to mimic the way Mukuro is kissing him, paying close attention even as uncertain as he is.]
[That first noise only makes Mukuro's hunger sharper, and he presses closer in, opening his mouth to try to get the young priest to do the same, flicking his tongue against his lips. He wanted to hear more, to hear everything, to swallow them up like they could sustain him.
As if sensing Chikusa Kakimoto's discomfort, he smirked against the priest's lips, breaking away for just a moment.]
Here.
[He helped guide the mortal's hands up into his hair, eyes open only a sliver to watch his expression.]
[Having the kiss be broken so suddenly throws him off, and for a moment all Chikusa does is stare in a daze with lips slick and pink as a flush rests along his face. There's no fight as Mukuro takes his hands, and Chikusa is slow as he slides one hand against his nape and digs his other fingers into his hair.]
[At the feeling of Chikusa Kakimoto's fingers digging into his hair, Mukuro let out a soft moan, eyes sliding shut in bliss.]
Yes.
[Before the priest could have time to properly question that level of sin and depravity, he leaned back in to kiss him, trying to coax the young priest's mouth open.]
[All the moans he'd caught snippets of from his research have nothing on the sound that rolls out of Mukuro's mouth. If there's a more sinful sound, Chikusa doesn't know it. His jaw drops slightly, and that makes it horribly easy for Mukuro to accomplish his goals. Chikusa fingers tighten a twitch as they start to kiss again, and a heat begins in the pit of his stomach that he can't stop.]
[Chikusa Kakimoto made it far too easy to want to devour him whole, to forget about that brittle and easily breakable promise of 'a little pleasure'. He swept his tongue inside the young priest's obliging mouth, slowly and almost gently exploring what he could of it. It would be easy, he knew, to push the priest back onto his bed, to slot their bodies together and make him whine and beg for more. As untouched as he had been, it seemed like he was starting to understand the mechanics of pleasure now, and for now, Mukuro would be satisfied with that.
He let the kiss drag on for a few more heart beats, before pulling away, licking at his lips.]
I'll consider us even, now.
[He got up, already aware of the lack of warmth from the priest's body, heading back over to the desk to sign the contract with a flourishing signature.]
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[It was the least he could do as a gracious host in the apartment that wasn't quite Chikusa's apartment.
That question made Mukuro shrug carelessly, though his shoulders tensed slightly.]
As a demon, wouldn't it be true to my nature? [
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I suppose...
[Coming into the kitchen again, he pauses. His tone turns dry again. Unfortunately, he still gets ideas.]
But since you're so busy trying to tempt a man of the cloth with how he can't know how good something is that he's never experienced, you deserve having the opposite offered to you.
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[He held out a hand for the priest's cup, one eyebrow raised.]
Weren't you just telling me you weren't so naive?
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[Things would be a lot easier if it had, he suspects, handing over the cup simply.]
Besides, yes, I know better. There's no point in bringing someone to church if they can't even stand a slight bit of holy water.
[Also he's a demon who lies and hasn't changed his ways for probably centuries.]
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[Though what sort of prayers a demon made clearly weren't good ones, if the wicked smirk on Mukuro's face was any indication. He was tempted to ask after Chikusa Kakimoto's mentor, but honestly, he had long lost interest in that man and he doubted bringing him up would do him any favors.
He let his gloved fingers linger against the priest's when a thought struck him, and he leaned in closer, slow and smooth.]
You still have a point though, priest. It isn't fair to ask you to go against your own nature and not go against my own as well. Let me give you a small taste of pleasure and I will do a good deed of your choosing.
[He paused, canting his head to the side with a small frown.]
Though not too good.
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[This is a bad idea. He should refuse. At the same time, that an offer is even being made...]
And... What, according to a demon, is "too good"?
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[Mukuro turned away from him to start washing out the priest's cup, hiding his smirking, almost triumphant expression from the mortal. Just the fact that he was asking tasted like victory, and Mukuro was fine with doing a small good deed if it would help contribute to a very bad one in the long run.]
Anything that would interfere with my fellow brethren's plans, restoring someone's faith in god, or a task that would be considered large scale.
[He paused, moving to dry both of the cups.]
You can make a list if you desire.
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[But... This isn't selling his soul. Just- touching, maybe. A little bit, an equivalent exchange. That's... nothing too bad, is it? He can repent for something on a minor scale, a "little bit of pleasure".]
...Because you're a demon... It would only be fair if you did your side of a deal like that first.
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[Mukuro turned to lean against the counter, head tilted to the side and a small mocking smile on his face. Well, he supposed keeping a few agreements for now would be worth it in the long run, so he could play along for now.
He waved a hand airily at the clause, agreeing though not too thrilled about it.]
I'll eagerly await to see what you ask of me, my young priest. Until next time.
[He released him then back to his natural slumber, wondering just what sort of suffering he would have to put up with just for the sake of a little pleasure.]
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[He doesn't say the words, but they're what's weighing on his mind throughout the entire morning from the first moment he drowsily awakens in his bed to when he does his prayers at the church. Just thinking about the agreement has his heart speed up its usually calm pace, no matter where he is. It takes tremendous force of will to shove it out of his mind and focus on his usual duties.]
[Focusing on his part of the agreement isn't going to do him any good. He forces himself to remember that, helped with liberal appliances of cold water to his face. Demons are silver tongued and clever. Give them the smallest opening, and they'll figure out a way to squeeze through.]
[Thus, to that end, once he gets home... In the same book he's made so many callings before, he starts to write up a proper agreement. It turns out that it's a good thing that he got a new computer; the old one would have taken forever. By the time he's done with it, Chikusa... is a little pleased with himself. A lawyer couldn't do better with it- requests not to bring any harm to the recipients of this good deed, to not harm anyone else innocent in bringing it to fruition (with a definition on what he means, too), et cetera.]
[That's for the demon. When it gets to his side of the bargain, Chikusa hesitates.]
[His knowledge of how to exorcise demons is expansive. His knowledge of... carnal pleasures... is considerably less so.]
[He tells himself it's for research when he uses the internet to search a few things up. That line of thinking doesn't last long when he comes across something, ah, "Halloween" themed and...]
[Chikusa blankly shuts off the laptop and takes a long cold shower.]
[In the end, despite his trepidation, he leaves that part of the agreement wide open. A "little pleasure" can be however the demon wants to define it, so long as it doesn't evolve into complete intercourse (of which Chikusa is now considerably more aware of, even between two men). Hopefully the openness there will make up for the strict demands.]
[Ultimately, it all leads to helping a struggling family that's part of the Church who've been on hard times and haven't been able to get nearly enough food for themselves. That shouldn't be too bad, Chikusa imagines. It's just making lives a little easier, not outright saving them in any way, and while he'd requested no one innocent get harmed... There's others who aren't. He tries to tell himself it's something akin to karma if the demon does go that way, and that he's not deliberately bringing harm.]
[Now the final part.]
[Chikusa doesn't doubt that the demon is lurking around, or at least he wouldn't be surprised. However, he has to make sure it's seen. So, on the final line...]
[If there's a problem with this, then feel free to contact me once more. If not, I'll await news that things worked out and for your visit where I uphold my end of the bargain, Mukuro-sama.]
[He spends a long while staring at that "sama", unable to shake the feeling of having done something dirty.]
[Besides that, it's the most involved he's been on something for some time, and Chikusa finds himself falling asleep almost immediately once he hits his bed. If there's a problem, he's expecting to be contacted.... But he rather hopes not.]
[That was a bit too much energy spent coming up with all of that.]
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He read over the priest's shoulder as he worked, eyes tracing over the lines upon lines of words the priest seemed to believe would bind him. For all the text, the task was a simple one. Help keep a good family afloat, but not necessarily save them. The 'no harming innocents' clause was what chaffed the most, but taking in Chikusa Kakimoto's definition of 'innocence' was surprisingly narrow. It left a lot of wiggle room for a demon, and he had shot an appraising look at the priest. Perhaps there wasn't as much righteousness as he originally believed.
Greed, arrogance, and money were things that Mukuro could manipulate at his leisure, and he soothed the burn of a good deed by making sure it came about in a bad way. He made sure to visit the top financial advisor of the mother's place of employment, murmuring words of madness into their ear. It didn't take much convincing for them sell their soul just for an exorbitant amount of money ( taken from the employees 401Ks ), just like it didn't take long for them to get caught. Since no one could be sure how long the theft had been going on, to restore their employees faith and good will, there across the board raises. Not enough to get them out of their hole, but enough to let them breathe a little easier.
Since it was an easy enough task, he didn't miss the extra 'research' the priest did on his side, presumably solely to shackle Mukuro down with more clauses and words. ( Or to take more than his fair share of cold showers, to which Mukuro could only cackle at mercilessly. ) He had to admit, he would have thought the priest would have been far more strict than not 'complete intercourse' but he wasn't going to complain in the slightest. ( And if being called 'Mukuro-sama' was taken with far more pleasure than necessary, well, the priest would know that in due time. )
He waited a bit impatiently to make sure the family would have time to relay this good news to Chikusa Kakimoto, before appearing before him again, seated cross legged on the chair next to the contract.]
Was the task done to your liking?
[His eyes were sharp on the priest's face, searching and intense. He was also curious to know if he would be addressed as 'Mukuro-sama' verbally or if that was strictly just in the written word.]
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[It's nice. Knowing that more is possible than simply being a weapon for the Church against demons.... even if that feeling is a little tainted by knowing it wasn't God that helped them, but something else entirely.]
[Of course, once he has that, he's well aware of what likely awaits him. It makes the rest of the day almost unbearable from the tension thrumming through his body, and he hides it best he can with prayer after prayer while at church. A holy place doesn't deserve his thoughts tarnishing it.]
[He doesn't have that excuse when he returns home, and it doesn't stop running around his head even when- especially when- he puts himself down to sleep that night.]
[Waking up to see the demon there makes his stomach twist- fear, uncertainty, eagerness? Chikusa doesn't know. However, the change to him is obvious. There's no reserved mannerisms of a priest, or the sharp jerking movements from a man silently fearful of what a demon could do to him. Instead, as he pushes himself up, they're slow and uncertain, matching the expression on his face as he avoids making eye contact.]
Yes. Thank you. [A pause, almost looking up but then stopping himself at the last moment.] I'm... not sure what I'm to do.
[His looks at porn were brief, after all, and he's not sure how much of all that was fantasy or reliable truth.]
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Leave all of that to me.
[His voice was low and silky, most of the mocking uncharacteristically gone from it. He rose slowly, crossing the space between the chair and the bed in carefully measured steps, stopping just short of the priest.]
You could start by calling me my name.
[Okay, so if a demon's restraint and patience wasn't perfect, who was going to judge him for it?]
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[The request makes him swallow, still not having washed the sense of dirtiness from how he'd addressed the demon in their agreement.]
...Mukuro...
[Murmured softly, almost reluctantly.]
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['Like in the contract' he wanted to add, but he already felt that the priest was being obtuse on purpose, which only made him that much more eager to have him say it fully.
To encourage him, he pressed a knee onto the bed, leaning forward and reaching out with a gloved hand towards his young priest's cheek. He caressed it gently, like a proper lover.]
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Mukuro. [A little louder this time, and he swallows thickly. His voice dips back down again, soft.] Mukuro...sama...
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Sin is like a first kiss. It's built up on such a ridiculously high pedestal that when it happens...
[Mukuro leaned in slowly ( to give the illusion he would let the priest lean way if he wanted to, when they both knew full and well he wouldn't ), focusing his eyes on Chikusa Kakimoto's lips, brushing his against the priest's softly, barely a touch.]
It's hardly anything.
[He flicked his gaze up to the priest's eyes, careful and considering.]
Do you want more?
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...You said you wanted to show me a little pleasure...
[Still, he's embarrassed, glancing away to not meet that piercing mismatched gaze.]
And I'm not going to fail on upholding my end of the bargain...
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You're so generous, my young priest. Then I'll show you enough until we're even.
[He wrapped his arms around the mortal to bring him in closer, kissing him more deeply this time, head slanted to the side to keep their noses from bumping. He was tempted to clamber wholly onto Chikusa Kakimoto's lap, but he would go slowly in this. He didn't want to listen to the priest complain he was being taken advantage of. No, he wanted him to fall of his own accord.]
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[It's ten times different than a soft brush of skin on skin. On some level, it feels like it should be awkward and strange, but... There's just a tinge of pleasure there, something that feels good about Mukuro's soft mouth on his, and Chikusa makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat as his hands rise up without any idea of what he'll even do.]
[In his whole life, he's never kissed before. That would require getting close to other people, accepting intimacy, but he's never managed that before. Not even close. He feels awkward and fumbling, but he can't simply sit there and do nothing. It feels... uncomfortable, to act the object in such a situation. So he tries to mimic the way Mukuro is kissing him, paying close attention even as uncertain as he is.]
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As if sensing Chikusa Kakimoto's discomfort, he smirked against the priest's lips, breaking away for just a moment.]
Here.
[He helped guide the mortal's hands up into his hair, eyes open only a sliver to watch his expression.]
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Like this...?
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Yes.
[Before the priest could have time to properly question that level of sin and depravity, he leaned back in to kiss him, trying to coax the young priest's mouth open.]
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He let the kiss drag on for a few more heart beats, before pulling away, licking at his lips.]
I'll consider us even, now.
[He got up, already aware of the lack of warmth from the priest's body, heading back over to the desk to sign the contract with a flourishing signature.]
Should I make some tea?
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