[He's willing, yes...but there remains the insistent nagging that he shouldn't be laying back and allowing the don to dominate him like this. Closing his eyes so he doesn't have to watch, Mukuro retreats a little into his own mind. He retains enough control to direct his body, feel physical sensations, which is enough. It's like invisible fetters encircle his wrists still. He wants to escape them but he can't.]
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