[Despite accusations that Mukuro was a hedonist, he was far more pragmatic than that. While he didn't mind bedding someone to further his goals or plans, there were other far more effective ways to get information. Even in other peoples' bodies, he would rather extort or spy in order to get what he wanted. And when it came to his own body, well. There were few he trusted enough to touch him.
Mukuro hummed approvingly into Chikusa mouth as he started setting a steady pace, though while his fingers felt good in his hair, he wasn't one to let anyone else take the lead for long.
He shifted so he could press Chikusa down against the bed, gloved hands running along the back of Chikusa's knees and thighs, breaking the kiss for a moment to look down at Chikusa with lowered lashes, expression triumphant.]
You wear it well.
[Which was as much a compliment to Chikusa as it was himself.]
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Mukuro hummed approvingly into Chikusa mouth as he started setting a steady pace, though while his fingers felt good in his hair, he wasn't one to let anyone else take the lead for long.
He shifted so he could press Chikusa down against the bed, gloved hands running along the back of Chikusa's knees and thighs, breaking the kiss for a moment to look down at Chikusa with lowered lashes, expression triumphant.]
You wear it well.
[Which was as much a compliment to Chikusa as it was himself.]