31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

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[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You could stop trying to pin me down.

[His back hits the wood and he presses himself against it, trying desperately to stare anywhere but at the don's tempting lips. Which would be a bad idea.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He smirks and kneads Mukuro's lips with his thumb.]

I can let you ride me instead.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head away.]

It is not about that any longer.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

... [He keeps looking at Mukuro as he slowly lets go of the other's chin.]

I am not forcing you, love. And I am not talking just about...sex.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Then let me out.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Kiss me.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[...He comes forward, lips moulding gently with Byakuran's in a sweet kiss. If only he could throw away self-restraint completely.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He kisses Mukuro back just as gently, sneaking an arm around the other. This time, though, he doesn't rush to take control of the kiss but goes instead with the flow, waiting for Mukuro.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't go any further, breaking off not long afterwards and tucking his head into the crook of the don's neck and shoulder. He remains like that for a little while.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He smoothes the back of Mukuro's hair as if to soothe him. He doesn't do anything any further.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...Why can't you be like this more?

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...Because it's weird for me to have to be really caring?

[He tries to make it sound like a joke.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[A little sound rather like a laugh can be heard.]

You are heartless.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Is that a compliment or a complaint?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

It is fact.

[He steps away, gazing upwards evenly at Byakuran.]

I wish I could forget everything.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Even me?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...Sometimes, yes.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

My, I want to hear more about those other times.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Those times...I utterly despise you~

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

....At least, you still have me in that lovely little head of yours.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

And you find that a good thing.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

It's called progress, sweetheart.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

And progress cannot be stopped.

[Smiles sardonically.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Depends on which direction this progress will turn to.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, leaning against the door, silent.]