[Being allowed to enter Mukuro-sama always feels like such a rare reward.]
[It’s not that uncommon, Chikusa knows. Certainly, Ken gets this particular treat the most, and Chikusa knows why. After all, he’s been fucked by that rough cock and Ken’s hot breath at his neck. The violence of it is arousing. When Mukuro takes him to bed- or the nearest flat surface- it’s often in different ways.]
[That doesn’t change the shock of sensation that rattles up Chikusa’s spine as Mukuro slides down onto him, and his head falls back with his groan. Even as obedient as he is, he still doesn’t merely sit there. Instead, contrary to Mukuro’s slow sink, he grinds his hips up into him, fingers digging into his waist.]
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[It’s not that uncommon, Chikusa knows. Certainly, Ken gets this particular treat the most, and Chikusa knows why. After all, he’s been fucked by that rough cock and Ken’s hot breath at his neck. The violence of it is arousing. When Mukuro takes him to bed- or the nearest flat surface- it’s often in different ways.]
[That doesn’t change the shock of sensation that rattles up Chikusa’s spine as Mukuro slides down onto him, and his head falls back with his groan. Even as obedient as he is, he still doesn’t merely sit there. Instead, contrary to Mukuro’s slow sink, he grinds his hips up into him, fingers digging into his waist.]