[How well trained and well kept Chikusa was. It was one of the many traits that pleased Mukuro about him, along with his constant struggle to remain aloof and apathetic to everything. Since Chikusa had decided to keep on his glasses and because the dress was delicate, Mukuro's touch was going to be delicate for now, hands running along the side of Chikusa's thighs, up along those hips, resting on them delicately.
The question made him chuckle, half fond and half cruel. So obedient, his Chikusa.]
Kiss me.
[It would be easy to entangle his hand in Chikusa's hair and drag him down, but there was no fun in that.]
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The question made him chuckle, half fond and half cruel. So obedient, his Chikusa.]
Kiss me.
[It would be easy to entangle his hand in Chikusa's hair and drag him down, but there was no fun in that.]