[With Mukuro farther away from him, Chikusa guides his hands down to the sheets where they stay loosely curled. He has no doubt that by the end of this, they'll have fisted in the already fragile fabric and wet with his sweat. It's a repulsive idea now.]
[By the time Mukuro is done with him, he knows he won't be in the state of mind to be bothered.]
[The sensation of smooth fabric gliding along his legs makes him shiver.]
Good.
[A simple but truthful answer as he shifts his head to watch where Mukuro's mouth roams, muscles twitching as more of his skin is revealed.]
no subject
[By the time Mukuro is done with him, he knows he won't be in the state of mind to be bothered.]
[The sensation of smooth fabric gliding along his legs makes him shiver.]
Good.
[A simple but truthful answer as he shifts his head to watch where Mukuro's mouth roams, muscles twitching as more of his skin is revealed.]