[To be one of Mukuro-sama's favored was something Chikusa treasured. It wasn't an obvious thing to many, something that bewildered and frustrated those who talked like they knew him at all, but it was true. To those who actually did know him could easily recognize the way his expression eased in time with the pull of Mukuro's gloves.]
[The number of people who got to see this sight could be counted on that one hand.]
As much-
[With his mouth already open for the answer, that meant Chikusa had no defense against the temptation that was Mukuro's mouth or the sudden press of his finger. Almost against his will, a soft moan filtered out before his fingers could rise up to block it. Fighting the jerk of his hips, Chikusa squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and focused on his breathing again.]
[For all his best efforts, his voice still shook when he spoke again.]
As much as you wish... Mukuro-sama.
[Or as much as he could wring out of his body, anyway.]
no subject
[The number of people who got to see this sight could be counted on that one hand.]
As much-
[With his mouth already open for the answer, that meant Chikusa had no defense against the temptation that was Mukuro's mouth or the sudden press of his finger. Almost against his will, a soft moan filtered out before his fingers could rise up to block it. Fighting the jerk of his hips, Chikusa squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and focused on his breathing again.]
[For all his best efforts, his voice still shook when he spoke again.]
As much as you wish... Mukuro-sama.
[Or as much as he could wring out of his body, anyway.]