[As tempting as it would be to completely soil the dress with filth, it wouldn't be an enjoyable experience for Chikusa for long. Besides, he had already grown bored of this particular dress, rolling onto his stomach so he could grasp underneath the bed and pull out a rather heavy trunk. Clearly Mukuro Rokudo always came prepared.]
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How about this or another dress?
[He asked mildly, pressing kisses up Chikusa's thighs as he felt him shiver.]