[Ken's every breath is panting now, lips parted, his body shifting with - in counterpoint to - the movement of Chikusa's fingers. Between Chikusa behind him and Mukuro kneeling in front of him, it's hard to ask for anything more...beyond Mukuro actually touching him, of course. Giving him pleasure directly instead of merely inspiring it with his presence.
He can't manage anything to Mukuro's question beyond a low, breathless whine. He knows from experience that even if he said something here, it wouldn't matter. Mukuro's decisions are always made by Mukuro's own whims, and if Ken or Chikusa have any influence on them at all, it's indirect at best. No god in heaven or demon in hell could directly influence a decision of Mukuro's.
Chikusa will have to be careful; Ken's already close, and almost any interaction with Mukuro now would probably set him off.]
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He can't manage anything to Mukuro's question beyond a low, breathless whine. He knows from experience that even if he said something here, it wouldn't matter. Mukuro's decisions are always made by Mukuro's own whims, and if Ken or Chikusa have any influence on them at all, it's indirect at best. No god in heaven or demon in hell could directly influence a decision of Mukuro's.
Chikusa will have to be careful; Ken's already close, and almost any interaction with Mukuro now would probably set him off.]