[God. He doesn't know what that reaction from Leorio is, too distracted to really register, but he knows it sounds nice. To follow that up with those kisses trailing towards his ear is too much. It's all too much!
Because it's Leorio, he's able to give in. His stubbornness is lost to the moment, and his hand cramps with how tightly he's grabbing at Leorio's shoulders and pulling himself in and out of each stroke. The other speeds up in a way to make up for Leorio's own slow-building. He's too eager for that, and his careful-but-heated attention is trying to draw both of them closer to the best part of it all.
But no matter how much he feels him up, his own body seems to be at a peak that's almost torturous. An incredible rising feeling that's going so slow it's painful. And here he is, a man who prides himself on patience, losing his completely.]
More. [The word comes out quickly, a sharp demand if it weren't for the tone revealing how much he was relying on Leorio for it. The word comes again, and then again-- but in his native tongue. A slip up he doesn't think about right now, and doesn't have to. It's automatic and they keep coming, his language flipping back and forth on occasion without a clue. Whatever he thinks in at the moment, that's how it comes out-- more, more, more, please. A lot of single words scattered between breaths and moans.
Working in their favor was one way of putting it. Kurapika only needed that last push over, and then maybe he'd be able to stop moving so eagerly into every touch.]
how about puns then I could sea that happening gOD DAMN IT MY ICONS
Because it's Leorio, he's able to give in. His stubbornness is lost to the moment, and his hand cramps with how tightly he's grabbing at Leorio's shoulders and pulling himself in and out of each stroke. The other speeds up in a way to make up for Leorio's own slow-building. He's too eager for that, and his careful-but-heated attention is trying to draw both of them closer to the best part of it all.
But no matter how much he feels him up, his own body seems to be at a peak that's almost torturous. An incredible rising feeling that's going so slow it's painful. And here he is, a man who prides himself on patience, losing his completely.]
More. [The word comes out quickly, a sharp demand if it weren't for the tone revealing how much he was relying on Leorio for it. The word comes again, and then again-- but in his native tongue. A slip up he doesn't think about right now, and doesn't have to. It's automatic and they keep coming, his language flipping back and forth on occasion without a clue. Whatever he thinks in at the moment, that's how it comes out-- more, more, more, please. A lot of single words scattered between breaths and moans.
Working in their favor was one way of putting it. Kurapika only needed that last push over, and then maybe he'd be able to stop moving so eagerly into every touch.]