[To stay loyal was an easy thing. If Chikusa could offer up more than simple use of his body to Mukuro, he would.]
[Murder was just as easy. Sometimes, he didn't even need an order before he'd lash out anyway, although only to people who wouldn't matter to his leader.]
[But begging... It was an order for him to break the damn he so carefully crafted every day, and for him to unblock the voice he hid more often than not. It was an order that went against two primary components of himself, his distance and his silence.]
[He couldn't go against one of Mukuro-sama's orders, however.]
[Almost more than the pleasurable jerk of his body from merely the sound of the lube, the conflict was undoing Chikusa. It curled his body against Mukuro's, made him quake. His breath was a hot tremor ghosting along one of his cheeks, words drawn out after it.]
Mukuro-sama... [A soft keen sharpening the edges to his voice.] Please.
[The idea of anymore than that seemed to embarrass him, more than the dress or sex or honestly anything Mukuro asked of him regularly. All the proof that was needed was in the way his face was heating up, close enough to no doubt warm the other boy's own.]
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[Murder was just as easy. Sometimes, he didn't even need an order before he'd lash out anyway, although only to people who wouldn't matter to his leader.]
[But begging... It was an order for him to break the damn he so carefully crafted every day, and for him to unblock the voice he hid more often than not. It was an order that went against two primary components of himself, his distance and his silence.]
[He couldn't go against one of Mukuro-sama's orders, however.]
[Almost more than the pleasurable jerk of his body from merely the sound of the lube, the conflict was undoing Chikusa. It curled his body against Mukuro's, made him quake. His breath was a hot tremor ghosting along one of his cheeks, words drawn out after it.]
Mukuro-sama... [A soft keen sharpening the edges to his voice.] Please.
[The idea of anymore than that seemed to embarrass him, more than the dress or sex or honestly anything Mukuro asked of him regularly. All the proof that was needed was in the way his face was heating up, close enough to no doubt warm the other boy's own.]