[So well-behaved, his Chikusa. Mukuro ran a gloved hand along his nape, eyes lowering as he felt Chikusa press against him. He tilted his head to the side to give Chikusa access to his neck if he so chose to, chuckling softly at Chikusa's easily given admission.]
no subject
Even now?
[Teasingly, Mukuro ground down into his lap.]