[Now that was somewhat more acceptable, Mukuro complying with that request for now, fingers plunging into Chikusa deeper and more quickly than before, not enough to bring him off just yet, but enough to make the burn of pleasure spread more rapidly. To help, he started bobbing his head faster, in time with his fingers, flicking his gaze up to look at Chikusa's flushed face.
There was pleasure in this too, in the weight of him on his tongue and the feeling of the other boy's body around his fingers. Some days it was hard to keep the boundaries of their flesh separate, since Mukuro had used Chikusa's almost as much as he had used his own. It didn't mean that the lessons he'd learned while in Chikusa's body had been forgotten, and Mukuro started to scissor his fingers, before adding a third.]
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There was pleasure in this too, in the weight of him on his tongue and the feeling of the other boy's body around his fingers. Some days it was hard to keep the boundaries of their flesh separate, since Mukuro had used Chikusa's almost as much as he had used his own. It didn't mean that the lessons he'd learned while in Chikusa's body had been forgotten, and Mukuro started to scissor his fingers, before adding a third.]