[The hoarseness of Chikusa's voice was a good start, but Mukuro was interested in the sort that came from gasping and moaning and writhing. At the touch of Chikusa's fingers against his shoulders, Mukuro lowered himself so that he could press an almost affectionate kiss against Chikusa's left knee, slowly working his way up.]
How does it feel?
[He played idly with the material of the dress, rolling it up slowly to expose more and more of Chikusa's skin to him.]
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How does it feel?
[He played idly with the material of the dress, rolling it up slowly to expose more and more of Chikusa's skin to him.]