[Interesting. Where had Mukuro been when Chikusa had decided he wanted to look up kinks on the internet? Hopefully not just trolling him in threads, but actively peering over his shoulder.

Mukuro canted his gaze back to Chikusa, mouth curving up in a cruel smirk.]

Would you enjoy watching that much, Chikusa?

[Not that Mukuro could be the first person to judge or even the last. Amused, he reached out to slide a gloved hand underneath Chikusa's uniformed shirt to touch skin, gaze glittering.

Without sparing much of a glance to Ken ( anticipation was key after all ), answered:]

He wants me to fuck you and deny you release multiple times. It would be a good way to teach you patience, Ken.