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Jul. 13th, 2010 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMukuro won't say it out loud, but Hibari Kyouya really has an eye for this kind of thing.
His arms are stretched above his head, chained to the headboard by multiple sets of softly flaming purple handcuffs. He's grateful there aren't spikes as the insides of his wrists really are quite delicate. Mukuro's gloves, a staple of his outfits, have been separated. One half of the pair lies halfway across the room with Mukuro's shirt and tie, the other is still on his hand, the leather protecting the delicate skin of Mukuro's left wrist from the bite of the handcuffs or cloud flames.
Other than that Mukuro is naked from wrist to thigh, his boots have somehow managed to survive Hibari Kyouya's carefully controlled anger.
"Shoe fetish, Hibari Kyouya?" Mukuro coos, one leg rubbing against the other, causing the leather to squeak. He won't deny that he's aroused, he was half-hard the moment he stepped into the room and got pushed up against the wall by a set of tonfa. His dick twitches when Hibari Kyoua slants him a narrow-eyed glare. "Come to bed."
"In a minute." Hibari opens the closet door and takes something off a hook from the inside. Mukuro can't quite make out what it is and he cranes his head. You never know what knew kink Hibari will decide to indulge this week, it could be anything from a dear-skin flogger to a frilly pink dress.
The object is tossed through the air and lands, laughably, between Mukuro's legs, capping his hard cock.
"You really shouldn't have." The dark green fabric and military structure of the hat is unmistakable. It's Kokuyo's uniform hat, the one that Mukuro had worn once or twice when he had attended the school.
"Shut up," Hibari picks the hat up and places it on Mukuro's head, tilted to the side, "and suck me." Hibari kneels on top of Mukuro's chest, legs spread and yukata falling open. "Sir."
His arms are stretched above his head, chained to the headboard by multiple sets of softly flaming purple handcuffs. He's grateful there aren't spikes as the insides of his wrists really are quite delicate. Mukuro's gloves, a staple of his outfits, have been separated. One half of the pair lies halfway across the room with Mukuro's shirt and tie, the other is still on his hand, the leather protecting the delicate skin of Mukuro's left wrist from the bite of the handcuffs or cloud flames.
Other than that Mukuro is naked from wrist to thigh, his boots have somehow managed to survive Hibari Kyouya's carefully controlled anger.
"Shoe fetish, Hibari Kyouya?" Mukuro coos, one leg rubbing against the other, causing the leather to squeak. He won't deny that he's aroused, he was half-hard the moment he stepped into the room and got pushed up against the wall by a set of tonfa. His dick twitches when Hibari Kyoua slants him a narrow-eyed glare. "Come to bed."
"In a minute." Hibari opens the closet door and takes something off a hook from the inside. Mukuro can't quite make out what it is and he cranes his head. You never know what knew kink Hibari will decide to indulge this week, it could be anything from a dear-skin flogger to a frilly pink dress.
The object is tossed through the air and lands, laughably, between Mukuro's legs, capping his hard cock.
"You really shouldn't have." The dark green fabric and military structure of the hat is unmistakable. It's Kokuyo's uniform hat, the one that Mukuro had worn once or twice when he had attended the school.
"Shut up," Hibari picks the hat up and places it on Mukuro's head, tilted to the side, "and suck me." Hibari kneels on top of Mukuro's chest, legs spread and yukata falling open. "Sir."
