[What a poor neglected wife Chikusa was if only a few moments of attention was what he needed, but in this case, Mukuro was more than willing to supply attention. Even if he would deny it to his dying breath, Chikusa and Ken and M.M. were important to him, perhaps in a different way and depth than Chrome was. He would dote on them when he was feeling generous, or when it was necessary, in ways they were accustomed to.
The question made him hum thoughtfully as he trailed his fingers along the knobs of Chikusa's spine, resting his chin on Chikusa's shoulder as he watched him undo his belt. Normally he wasn't so touchy-feely, careful to keep a distance between himself and the rest of the world, but Chikusa was practically an extension of himself.]
You can decide.
[It didn't bother Mukuro either way, but he figured Chikusa would want to see everything being done to him.]
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The question made him hum thoughtfully as he trailed his fingers along the knobs of Chikusa's spine, resting his chin on Chikusa's shoulder as he watched him undo his belt. Normally he wasn't so touchy-feely, careful to keep a distance between himself and the rest of the world, but Chikusa was practically an extension of himself.]
You can decide.
[It didn't bother Mukuro either way, but he figured Chikusa would want to see everything being done to him.]