[Mukuro’s name isn’t even half off his lips before he’s being pulled in close and he can feel the illusion wrapping around them. Any control over his own body is relinquished as those familiar lips slide along his own. There’s no point in fighting against it. Chikusa practically melts against the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.]
Mukuro-sama…
[The rest of the world is unimportant now. Hell, if it weren’t for the troublesome reactions of other people, it’s doubtful he’d care even if Mukuro did this shamelessly in public with nothing to hide either of them. All there is is the kiss, and Chikusa drops the fork onto the plate so that his hand can press longingly against Mukuro’s chest.]
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Mukuro-sama…
[The rest of the world is unimportant now. Hell, if it weren’t for the troublesome reactions of other people, it’s doubtful he’d care even if Mukuro did this shamelessly in public with nothing to hide either of them. All there is is the kiss, and Chikusa drops the fork onto the plate so that his hand can press longingly against Mukuro’s chest.]