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[Deceivingly gentle or delightfully cruel, Chikusa stepped forward regardless. He'd long ago accepted the varieties Mukuro's touch could come in. So long as it came at all, he wouldn't complain. His only concern at the moment seemed to be fisting his hands into the dress, making sure his bare feet didn't catch on anything by mistake.]

[He let them flow back into place once he was close enough, brushing against Mukuro's own legs as he came to a stop.]

What do you want me to do, Mukuro-sama?

[How well trained and well kept Chikusa was. It was one of the many traits that pleased Mukuro about him, along with his constant struggle to remain aloof and apathetic to everything. Since Chikusa had decided to keep on his glasses and because the dress was delicate, Mukuro's touch was going to be delicate for now, hands running along the side of Chikusa's thighs, up along those hips, resting on them delicately.

The question made him chuckle, half fond and half cruel. So obedient, his Chikusa.]

Kiss me.

[It would be easy to entangle his hand in Chikusa's hair and drag him down, but there was no fun in that.]

[Such care meant he could savor this moment, enjoy all this attention for himself with no worry about being left cold in the wind. His eyelids dipped faintly when those hands left his bare thighs despite himself, because he couldn't help himself.]

[Worse laughs have come out of Mukuro's mouth. What was of more interest to Chikusa in that moment was all the other things he could do with that mouth, especially with the order just given.]

[No answer, not when he has already been told what to do, and Chikusa slid his hands onto Mukuro's shoulders. One dared to go even further, curling along the back of his neck, just the faintest hint of passion and possession. So different from the actual kiss when he bent down to press his lips hungrily against his, not bothering to hide the desires his actions showed so clearly. He didn't bite, like Ken was prone to do, but there was an undeniable force in the slide of his lips and the way he sucked along the soft flesh he could get.]

[My, my, Mukuro would have to make a note to give Chikusa a bit more attention if he was so hungry for it. The kiss muffled his laughter for a moment before he rose up to meet that hungry kiss, opening his mouth for Chikusa to plunder.

He dragged Chikusa forward by the hips so he might nestle himself on his lap, exhaling with a small pleased noise.]

[If it had been any other order, he could have been as restrained as usual. Yet, out of every part of him, Mukuro's lips were what always drew his attention the most. The way they curled into devious smirks, how they carried lazy smugness so well, even the twitches that foretold his lack of calm when something annoyed him.]

[So, of course when he was given the opportunity, he would enjoy everything he could.]

[Obviously this means making sure Mukuro-sama is pleased as well. With the other's mouth open to him, he strokes along his tongue and drags his nails along the base of his skull. Hardly any effort is needed at all to get him on Mukuro's lap, not when he realizes what's being asked of him. His long legs straddle either side of Mukuro, keeping him there nice and securely. A slight shudder edges through him as he brushes against the pants beneath him, bare himself underneath his dress.]

[What a weakness to have, considering Mukuro's mouth might be one of the most dangerous weapons he had on him. Of course Mukuro was vain enough to argue that all of him elicit such a reaction, but he supposed Chikusa's unflagging loyalty was enough to earn him some leniency.

Mukuro gave a small hum of satisfaction at the feel of Chikusa's nails along his skull. He would be loathe to admit it, but he enjoyed having hands or nails run along his scalp, to have people toy with his hair, especially since there were so few people he trusted to be that close.

He went slow for now, enjoying the sensation of Chikusa kissing him so heatedly, slanting his face so he could kiss him more deeply, his hands running leisurely up and down Chikusa's legs.]

[What a treasured spot it is, to be considered so trustworthy to touch Mukuro like this. After all, anyone would come with him to bed if he asked. Chikusa doesn't doubt this. He's not naive to the kind of things Mukuro can do and does in his pursuit to drown the mafia in its own blood. He's not oblivious, either, to how attractive the other can be despite all the warning signs for normal people.]

[He could have anyone, if he liked.]

[But he only allows a select few so close, Chikusa among them.]

[So he's not shy about taking advantage of this, working in the rhythm of his kisses and his fingers together bit by bit. If he can aid Mukuro in this way, too, then he'd be more than content.]

[Despite accusations that Mukuro was a hedonist, he was far more pragmatic than that. While he didn't mind bedding someone to further his goals or plans, there were other far more effective ways to get information. Even in other peoples' bodies, he would rather extort or spy in order to get what he wanted. And when it came to his own body, well. There were few he trusted enough to touch him.

Mukuro hummed approvingly into Chikusa mouth as he started setting a steady pace, though while his fingers felt good in his hair, he wasn't one to let anyone else take the lead for long.

He shifted so he could press Chikusa down against the bed, gloved hands running along the back of Chikusa's knees and thighs, breaking the kiss for a moment to look down at Chikusa with lowered lashes, expression triumphant.]

You wear it well.

[Which was as much a compliment to Chikusa as it was himself.]

[The realization that he's being moved has Chikusa shift as well, trying to make it easier for the change in position. Against the bed, his dark hair splays out even messier than before. A little uncertainly, his fingers drift down to Mukuro's shoulders. He hasn't wanted them off yet, but... just in case.]

[Licking his already wet and shining lips, Chikusa spreads his legs at the feel of cool leather.]

Thank you, Mukuro-sama.

[His normally quiet voice is faintly hoarse from how much he'd tried to give the other in that kiss. A bob of his throat as he tries to dispel it.]

[The hoarseness of Chikusa's voice was a good start, but Mukuro was interested in the sort that came from gasping and moaning and writhing. At the touch of Chikusa's fingers against his shoulders, Mukuro lowered himself so that he could press an almost affectionate kiss against Chikusa's left knee, slowly working his way up.]

How does it feel?

[He played idly with the material of the dress, rolling it up slowly to expose more and more of Chikusa's skin to him.]

[With Mukuro farther away from him, Chikusa guides his hands down to the sheets where they stay loosely curled. He has no doubt that by the end of this, they'll have fisted in the already fragile fabric and wet with his sweat. It's a repulsive idea now.]

[By the time Mukuro is done with him, he knows he won't be in the state of mind to be bothered.]

[The sensation of smooth fabric gliding along his legs makes him shiver.]

Good.

[A simple but truthful answer as he shifts his head to watch where Mukuro's mouth roams, muscles twitching as more of his skin is revealed.]

Mmm.

[Mukuro made a pleased noise at that admission, gloves warming against Chikusa's flesh as he kept dragging the dress steadily higher. Once he new that Chikusa was watching, he made sure to put on a show for him. He sucked and bit marks and bruises into Chikusa's flesh, lapping his tongue along the sensitive flesh. Like flowers blooming along a vine, he moved up slowly and gently, mismatched eyes shimmering as he met Chikusa's gaze, his smirk pressed against his inner thigh.]

[Being an illusionist was all about being a showman as well on some level, Chikusa supposed. No surprise could be had when he showed off, eager to stun, eager to draw attention when circumstances permitted.]

[Chikusa knew about that part of his leader. That didn't mean he was anymore immune to it than others. As he watched each curve of those lips envelop his skin, Chikusa's pupils dilated in arousal and his breath trembled at seeing the way Mukuro smirked against his skin.]

[It would take a little time, but no doubt he could be coaxed to full erection watching him like this alone. Almost a pity that Mukuro wouldn't be patient enough for that.]

[As well as Chikusa knew him, it should be of little surprise that his seemingly minor reactions were drawing out Mukuro's impatience. There was little need for showmanship with Chikusa, who already knew all of his tricks but indulged him any way, and while the little shivers he was getting out of him were delicious in their own right, there weren't nearly enough for someone as greedy as Mukuro.

Luckily he wasn't too far from Chikusa's awaiting member, and Mukuro let out a small, warm breath over his subordinate's cock, lashes lowered. Almost gently, he pressed an open mouth kiss to the head, then delicate little kisses along the sides, top, and bottom. His touches were light, hands still on the tops of Chikusa's thighs.]

[As much as it would satisfy Mukuro's ego to have someone who fell apart at his slightest touch, even Chikusa needed to be coaxed to that kind of state. Even if it wasn't an automatic reaction on his part, Chikusa would agree it was good for their leader. It would remind him that him and Ken had their own needs that needed to be met as well.]

[Not that Mukuro seemed to be having an issue with that, his breath drawing out a sharp jerk of his hips and sharper breath from his throat. All that from a single breath. Every kiss was just as bad, his thighs twitching under Mukuro's grip while his cock ached more and more.]

[Eventually, precum leaking down his arousal, all Chikusa could manage was to press a hand against his mouth as if that could keep his usual stoic facade from crumbling. Somehow, gentleness from the other made the actions all the more intense.]

[Normally, Mukuro would knock away that hand so he could hear the noises that were to follow, but he was feeling generous today. He was sure sooner or later ( and by the way that Chikusa's cock was responding to him, it was probably the former ) that he would get his way. He would leave it for now, instead chuckling lightly before enveloping the head of Chikusa's dick in his mouth, tongue languid and soft.

Slowly he made his way down further and further until his lips touched the base, his eyelashes fluttering shut, long enough to brush gently against Chikusa's skin. His hands were still on Chikusa's thighs, running up and down the other boy's skin in appreciation.]

[It was unfair, the sensations Mukuro's mouth could unleash. It didn't matter whether it was a satisfied purr rolling out along his tongue, or the way his lips curved against hot flesh. No matter what, it was enough to rattle Chikusa down to his core, tug on something inside of him. Horrible in the most perfect way- perhaps the best description of Mukuro Rokudo, at least to him.]

[Now, it was the soft pressure of his tongue pressing and sliding along Chikusa's cock that tugged at his pleasure. To be completely engulfed in such wet heat finally drew out the reaction Mukuro was eager for: a soft keening in the very back of his follower's throat as the pleasure caused Chikusa's head to jerk back, glasses pushed out of place as he turned his face against the sheets. The fist pressed between his teeth couldn't stop the noises from happening, but his throat closing up did. Panting, Chikusa tried to pull some semblance of control back to himself.]

[It'd be yanked away from him, of course, eventually- but that was half the game.]

Mukuro-sama...

[Pleading, in a single name, for him to not toy with him. Whether or not the other would listen was something that could go one way just as likely as the other.]

['Horrible in the most perfect way' perhaps only Chikusa and Chrome would describe him so lovingly or romantically.

Perhaps, if Mukuro had been more considerate, he would have let Chikusa take his glasses off since he knew they'd become askew anyway, but for now he was enjoying the noises that he was drawing from the other boy. Not to mention that pretty picture he was making, fist pressed to his lips, dress hiked up to his hips, face flushed with pleasure. Mukuro had always believed that in pain there should always be pleasure and vice versa. It would do him good to remember this, to drink it in.

That small plea would make Mukuro smirk and he withdrew his mouth from Chikusa's cock, one gloved hand taking it's place instead, encircling his member lazily and without much pressure. He moved up to press his teeth against Chikusa's collarbone, voice low and near a purr.]

Yes, Chikusa?

[He was in a somewhat generous mood, and he might be willing to listen to a request. Or to hear it and disregard it entirely.]

[Chikusa locks away the whine he wants to make, suffocating it in his lungs before it can even reach his throat, and instead takes in a deep shuddering breath. Mukuro-sama's sense of humor and ideas of amusement are, as always, somewhat questionable. Leather against his cock is even worse than the absence of his mouth. As much as Chikusa tries, he can't help shifting his hips up into Mukuro's grip for desperate friction.]

I'd like to come, Mukuro-sama.

[If there's one good thing about this, at least, it's the lack of satisfactory contact is letting him control himself. Save for his panting, his voice is back to being soft and blank.]

That doesn't sound convincing.

[Mukuro's grip around Chikusa's cock tightened slightly to offer some relief as he reached up towards the nightstand. While it was rotten and barely standing, it still served its purpose of housing a few items. Conjuring lube would be easy enough, but he much preferred the real thing, to have the sound of the lip popping open serve as some sort of Pavlovian signal.

He pressed an almost affectionate kiss to the side of Chikusa's mouth.]

You know what you have to do.

[Stay loyal. Murder. Beg for it. All of those and more.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[My, my, how ambitious Chikusa was. That meant Mukuro would do his best to have him cum until he was dry, so he settled down for the long haul, deciding he'd have him cum like this and then Mukuro would fuck him. Or maybe not, depending on how obedient Chikusa was when it came to making noise for him.

He set a lazy pace, bobbing his head up and down Chikusa's length slowly, letting the pleasure start to build up, before bothering to add a second finger, keeping track of how close Chikusa was.]

[Less ambition, more an inability to not go straight ahead as hard as possible, pushing his body as far as it could go. Usually, he reserved such things for Mukuro's objectives...]

[But his entertainment would do just as well.]

[He couldn't be surprised when Mukuro went slowly, teasing him when he'd asked for the opposite, and Chikusa's breath shook as he squirmed beneath him. The pleasure gathered slowly, warming his veins and curling through his nerves. Such a sedate process, he had enough control to push himself up by his elbows to watch. The curve of Mukuro's eyelashes against his skin, the smug satisfied tilt of his mouth around his cock- Chikusa's hips jerked at the next intrusion inside of him.]

Mukuro-sama. [A quake in his words, but he holds them together.] Faster... Please.

[His throat closes up with that final word, still so clumsy with his begging.]

Edited 2016-04-19 04:09 (UTC)

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