[Ken's not so far gone that he can't shoot Chikusa a dirtyb look at that idle mockery, huffing aggravation at him - though his indignance is undercut by the needy noise in his throat as Chikusa's fingers slide out of him. His body curves toward Chikusa, leaning into the touch and warmth of him, even as his pleading gaze goes to Mukuro.]
Please, Mukuro-sama... [Pleading won't actually affect what Mukuro chooses to do and Ken knows it, but he's also aware Mukuro likes it. And if it makes Mukuro look at him more favorably, Ken would do just about anything. He actually extends a hand to him, though he stops short of actually touching him without permission.
Casual physical affection with Chikusa is a matter of course. But Ken's feelings for Mukuro border on reverence; being allowed to touch him isn't an assumed right, it's a granted privilege.]
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Please, Mukuro-sama... [Pleading won't actually affect what Mukuro chooses to do and Ken knows it, but he's also aware Mukuro likes it. And if it makes Mukuro look at him more favorably, Ken would do just about anything. He actually extends a hand to him, though he stops short of actually touching him without permission.
Casual physical affection with Chikusa is a matter of course. But Ken's feelings for Mukuro border on reverence; being allowed to touch him isn't an assumed right, it's a granted privilege.]