31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

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[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I could argue 'unwilling' lover.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Yet you do not.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I wonder if I should start~

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You know you love me, my dear.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be so sure...~

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Even a God can dream, no?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You said that you couldn't.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Not literally, of course. But is that a way to admit that you also view me as one? A God.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

No.

[Pushes Byakuran away so he can roll on to his side, facing away from the don.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...What am I to you, then?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Not even your fiance?

[ooc: Pfft. That was an expected answer. XP]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...I suppose there is that...

(ooc: Makes Byakuran feel better that Mukuro can't deny it? :P)

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Good to hear that.

[He smirks and moves in to kiss Mukuro.]

[ooc: Definitely.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head slightly so that their lips can meet.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He deepens the kiss, slipping a hand into Mukuro's hair, feeling its soft silkiness.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Today, like every other day, he can feel himself yielding to Byakuran. Perhaps the don's lips are simply that intoxicating, so much so that he always desires more. It did disgust him, initially; he had felt every touch to be revolting when their game - or relationship - began. Parting his lips willingly, he is drawn closer, a hand sliding up along the curve of Byakuran's neck to rest at the base of the skull.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He makes a satisfied voice in his throat at the other's submission. Mukuro's willingness fuels his lust, making him yearn for more. It has always been difficult for him to differentiate between lust and love but even that his desire rises, he knows Mukuro is something he has to treasure...unlike those toys.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He continues to kiss Mukuro, tasting his sweetness that he loves so much. Yet when he withdraws, he doesn't continue as he can feel something about his lover is still off.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...What is it.

[His eyes open to gaze questioningly at Byakuran. To most, it would appear nothing is wrong.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You still seem conflicted, somehow...

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

What gives you that impression.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Just a feeling.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Can't Byakuran ever stop seeing through him? And the don wonders why he likes to hide...]

A feeling, is it...