[Chikusa locks away the whine he wants to make, suffocating it in his lungs before it can even reach his throat, and instead takes in a deep shuddering breath. Mukuro-sama's sense of humor and ideas of amusement are, as always, somewhat questionable. Leather against his cock is even worse than the absence of his mouth. As much as Chikusa tries, he can't help shifting his hips up into Mukuro's grip for desperate friction.]
I'd like to come, Mukuro-sama.
[If there's one good thing about this, at least, it's the lack of satisfactory contact is letting him control himself. Save for his panting, his voice is back to being soft and blank.]
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I'd like to come, Mukuro-sama.
[If there's one good thing about this, at least, it's the lack of satisfactory contact is letting him control himself. Save for his panting, his voice is back to being soft and blank.]