[If anyone had a question as to why Mukuro's ego was in the state it was, one would have to look no further than how his subordinates reacted to him. He couldn't help but be wholly pleased with himself at that glazed look on Chikusa's face, to the small sound he made when they parted, and how quick Ken, who was normally so boisterous and proud, was to beg for his attention. It was a heady mix, and so long as they offered to him without thinking, Mukuro would keep taking.]

Can you blame him?

[He was well aware after all, the effect he had on the both of them. He would like to have said it was carefully cultivated, but as a child, he had never thought hormones would be this potent or powerful.

The suggestion was met with a small chuckle, as Mukuro settled back on his haunches.]

If it's not too troublesome, I would enjoy watching it.

[Mukuro a voyeur? No way never.

He turned his full attention back to Ken at the sound of his voice, gently leaning forward to press a kiss against the palm of the hand that was extended towards him.]

On your knees, Ken.

[Because while he would be fine with taking him as he was now, there was Chikusa to consider.]

Can I trust you to be good and take care of Chikusa too?

[He was sure a normal person would shy away from getting oral from someone with fangs, but well, was anyone among them normal?]