[He knew Ken would like that. The other boy does it to him often enough, anyway, claws leaving long streaks of red along his spine or bite marks all along his throat that not even the tall collar of the Kokuyo uniform can hide completely. It’s something that goes completely the other way, too, although there’s no possible way Chikusa can leave the same kind of viciously territorial marks. Only Ken has that kind of jaw strength, or the variety of teeth.]
[Still, Chikusa does his best, sucking a mark along the arch of Ken’s throat as best he can in time with his fingers. He’s searching out the spot that will best make Ken buck, slow and probing, not in any rush at all.]
[It’ll drive him up the wall. Good.]
[His eyes flick up to Mukuro as his voice rolls out, and, purely to interrupt Ken, Chikusa gives a twist of his fingers inside of him.]
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[Still, Chikusa does his best, sucking a mark along the arch of Ken’s throat as best he can in time with his fingers. He’s searching out the spot that will best make Ken buck, slow and probing, not in any rush at all.]
[It’ll drive him up the wall. Good.]
[His eyes flick up to Mukuro as his voice rolls out, and, purely to interrupt Ken, Chikusa gives a twist of his fingers inside of him.]