[Oh good. As soon as Mukuro felt Chikusa's erection, he eased up slightly, only so he could reach between them to undo Chikusa's pants. Listen, cosplay kink was a real thing and Mukuro was its chief sufferer.
The small protest only made Mukuro laugh, and he nipped at the side of Chikusa's neck, not in the mood to either stop or care about the consequences.]
You don't have a spare?
[And even if he didn't, well, illusions were useful. Mukuro could have an illusion work here the rest of the day or just have Chikusa's clothes look as if they'd never been soiled. Either didn't matter to him, and he wasn't going to wait for more protests.
A little roughly, he fisted a hand around Chikusa's cock, pumping it slowly as he leaned in for another kiss.]
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The small protest only made Mukuro laugh, and he nipped at the side of Chikusa's neck, not in the mood to either stop or care about the consequences.]
You don't have a spare?
[And even if he didn't, well, illusions were useful. Mukuro could have an illusion work here the rest of the day or just have Chikusa's clothes look as if they'd never been soiled. Either didn't matter to him, and he wasn't going to wait for more protests.
A little roughly, he fisted a hand around Chikusa's cock, pumping it slowly as he leaned in for another kiss.]