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"Please, what?" Yukimura asked, knowing exactly what Kuronue wanted, just from the way he was moving. "You may not come until I say and I won't say until we are in front of all those eyes and they can see what you look like, writhing in long denied passion, so they can see the way your body moves. I think," he paused brushing a light kiss against Kuronue's mouth and pulling back to whisper in his ear, "that I shall have you show your wings to them, as well. They will think it only a dream, a samurai fucking a demon for their pleasure. Imagine, they'll be squirming, where their hands will wander, how it will smell, how the air will taste."