10. Roleplaying || Mukuro/Tsuna || M || 135

He mewls as strong hands squeeze his wrists together and push him up against the wall, and he cries out because it hurts as much as it doesn't. Cool lips brush away the salty tears before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. His skirts are hiked up around his hips, and creamy thighs tremble as he's fucked against the wall; the lacy bow is a noose that makes it even harder to breathe than it already is. He moans against the illusionist's mouth as pleasure ripples through him and a leather-gloved hand strokes his painfully hard cock.

It isn't until later, when he's curled up in his lover's arms and blissfully, happily, painfully content that he makes a mental note to try roleplaying again, though he's not too sure he's happy about the skirts.