[The realization that he's being moved has Chikusa shift as well, trying to make it easier for the change in position. Against the bed, his dark hair splays out even messier than before. A little uncertainly, his fingers drift down to Mukuro's shoulders. He hasn't wanted them off yet, but... just in case.]
[Licking his already wet and shining lips, Chikusa spreads his legs at the feel of cool leather.]
Thank you, Mukuro-sama.
[His normally quiet voice is faintly hoarse from how much he'd tried to give the other in that kiss. A bob of his throat as he tries to dispel it.]
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[Licking his already wet and shining lips, Chikusa spreads his legs at the feel of cool leather.]
Thank you, Mukuro-sama.
[His normally quiet voice is faintly hoarse from how much he'd tried to give the other in that kiss. A bob of his throat as he tries to dispel it.]