31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

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[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Well, well, this human body of yours is still much better.

[He smirks back and pounces.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Falls back on to the bed with Byakuran's arms around him.]

Kufufu~ I wouldn't put it past you to attempt to have tried something while I was an owl.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

My, my, what kind of person do you think I am?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

A perverted bastard.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

I will consider that a compliment.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Of course you will.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

And you're the pervert's lover.

[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.]