[If it had been any other order, he could have been as restrained as usual. Yet, out of every part of him, Mukuro's lips were what always drew his attention the most. The way they curled into devious smirks, how they carried lazy smugness so well, even the twitches that foretold his lack of calm when something annoyed him.]
[So, of course when he was given the opportunity, he would enjoy everything he could.]
[Obviously this means making sure Mukuro-sama is pleased as well. With the other's mouth open to him, he strokes along his tongue and drags his nails along the base of his skull. Hardly any effort is needed at all to get him on Mukuro's lap, not when he realizes what's being asked of him. His long legs straddle either side of Mukuro, keeping him there nice and securely. A slight shudder edges through him as he brushes against the pants beneath him, bare himself underneath his dress.]
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[So, of course when he was given the opportunity, he would enjoy everything he could.]
[Obviously this means making sure Mukuro-sama is pleased as well. With the other's mouth open to him, he strokes along his tongue and drags his nails along the base of his skull. Hardly any effort is needed at all to get him on Mukuro's lap, not when he realizes what's being asked of him. His long legs straddle either side of Mukuro, keeping him there nice and securely. A slight shudder edges through him as he brushes against the pants beneath him, bare himself underneath his dress.]