[Chikusa was lucky he was so favored, that Mukuro would be contented with that small display. From anyone else, it would barely have been enough to whet Mukuro's appetite, but from Chikusa it was enough to make him ravenous. He knew how much that one word cost Chikusa, how much it took to make him break and what Mukuro would need to do to put him back together. Perhaps it was another good sign too, that putting him back together wasn't even a question.
Smirking, Mukuro got to his knees, using his teeth to pull off one of his gloves, scarred hand coming to light as he poured lube onto it. He was aware how much Chikusa appreciated the show of trust and intimacy, and if the other boy was going to be so accommodating, Mukuro could try to meet him halfway.]
How many times, Chikusa? Has it been too long that I can't export too many?
[The question came out in a purr, the answer irrelevant as Mukuro closed his mouth back around Chikusa's cock, pushing in one finger roughly at the same time.]
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Smirking, Mukuro got to his knees, using his teeth to pull off one of his gloves, scarred hand coming to light as he poured lube onto it. He was aware how much Chikusa appreciated the show of trust and intimacy, and if the other boy was going to be so accommodating, Mukuro could try to meet him halfway.]
How many times, Chikusa? Has it been too long that I can't export too many?
[The question came out in a purr, the answer irrelevant as Mukuro closed his mouth back around Chikusa's cock, pushing in one finger roughly at the same time.]