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[...That interrupts things, alright. Kurapika is left blinking in surprise even with the kiss to the corner of his mouth, and a very unimpressed expression slides onto his face.]

I was just holding onto something. [No, he wanted to take it off, he wasn't thinking about it--] Shut up.

[For a guy who was telling him he talked a lot, he sure didn't know how to shut his mouth. But fine. He hooks his finger into the loop deeper, undoing the knot with an expert tug. Of course, it's not the most gentle motion. He tosses it aside with his own extra pieces of clothing.

Leaning down, he kisses Leorio once, hesitates, and then moves the kiss towards the corner of his lips like he'd just done himself. From there, he offers an experimental kiss to his jaw.]

...Should we move? [Well, if they're already interrupted.]

[Hold onto something else and don't complain?? It's just a tie. But, look, he's shutting up save for a noise of discomfort drawn out by yanking on said tie, he's still not sorry...

Unlike Kurapika, Leorio is slightly more easily mollified by the traveling smaller kisses, and turns his head to fit their lips together again. Or both of his against Kurapika's upper lip and kind of half on anyway, but look, no angle down here is good.

So they should probably move, or. Roll. Or something. He slides his hand out of Kurapika's hair to poke his shoulder.]

You first.

Ah... [He was the one who suggested it, but he's reluctant to move after that kiss. But right. He won't complain after just suggesting it. He sits up first, staring down at Leorio as he tries to think of the best way to do this.

There is no best way to do this.

Every way is awkward and so rather than shoving himself up using Leorio's chest (like he might have usually done, actually), he sort of awkwardly tries to lean over to one side to get free. He manages with a tumble onto his back and heavy huff from the impact. Graceful.

Really though, just a few seconds and he's already feeling impatient. He was the most patient guy around, and there was a warmth with unsettled tight feelings from his stomach to his chest he wanted to deal with, but it's true that they likely couldn't stay on the ground for much longer... They'd both end up sore, not just Leorio.

Pushing himself up in his distracted daze, he looks over to check on how Leorio is managing.]

[Batting a thousand already. Leorio's reluctant to give up the comfortable weight on his chest, but unless he wants to spend the rest of his days sore from this stupid chair, it has to be done.

Nice fall, Kurapika... Leorio can't help but laugh, half-heartedly and not at all convincingly masking it with a cough as he hauls himself up from the floor. It takes a little effort to unfold himself from the chair, with the armrests suddenly trying hard to impede his progress and one of his pant legs getting stuck on the handle under the seat that adjusts the chair's height—somehow. He swears at it once or twice.

In the end he makes it to a regular sprawl on the floor, nothing short of a miracle. Why. Why him.]

[What a huge goober... While Leorio is wrestling with that chair, Kurapika stands slowly and dusts himself off, eventually turning to smile fondly down at the pile on the floor that is Leorio. He's not sure what it is about this that's appealing, but right now, it's even more so.]

Maybe I shouldn't have worried, after all. You don't know what you're doing, either.

[Teasing like that, he ducks down a tiny bit and extends a hand if Leorio wants to pull himself up.]

[wow]

Which one of us tipped the chair over, huh?

[He'll take the hand, though, and get back on his feet. Glancing down at himself, he motions for Kurapika to give him a second and hastily shrugs off his jacket. Without getting stuck this time... why did he even put it back on?

But now.] Uh-

[If he looked any more obviously at the bed, the pillows would blush.]

[The chair comment gets a Look, but that evaporates soon enough when he catches that glancing. Still holding onto Leorio's hand, he gives a slow look to the bed himself and wonders if his eyes are still red. They still feel red.

But... well, it only makes sense. So ignoring the fact that his heart feels like it might burst out of his chest and smack Leorio in the face, he steps towards it carefully over the chair and clothing on the floor, tugging him along with.

Kurapika sits and lets his fingers slip from Leorio's because he has absolutely no idea how they're going to sit now. That moment of 'tip the chair over, who cares about thinking deeply!' is gone, and he's in a panic. What do they do now, how are they doing this, why was this so nerve wracking!]

[They're definitely still red. Leorio's used to it now, he thinks- probably, mostly. There are more important things on his mind as Kurapika leads him over to the bed.

He's... he's not expecting Kurapika to sit there daintily and look more than a little shell shocked by this. The guy climbs into his lap without hesitation, but can't sit on a bed and look comfortable at the same time? Now he's making Leorio more nervous, damn it—

With a huff he sits down so that he's facing Kurapika from the side, immediately leaning over to- bump his forehead against Kurapika's temple.

what's up, what's the problem]

[Look, he was in a very determined mood, and then Leorio broke it. Multiple times. The weight of Leorio bumping into him like that actually automatically causes him to relax with a small laugh. God, he's so weird.

He turns his face into that, leaning over and crawling onto the bed a little more so that he can reach Leorio's cheek. He wonders if he'll chase his lips again, as he kind of liked that.]

You're... [He wants to say something there, but it doesn't come out. Sweet? Too caring. He can see that worry from miles away, and while he might get annoyed by it in the moment a lot of the time, he does appreciate it.

With that sentence abandoned, he just hums, one of his hands reaching forward to rest hesitantly over one of Leorio's on the bed.]

I never expected anything like this. That's all.

[He's super sweet. And charming. And smart. Here's a list of things Leorio will fight to get Kurapika to say about him, in due time.

He opens his mouth like he'll say something, and he plans on it being something about how if Kurapika had picked up the phone... except that he suddenly isn't sure if they'd be here now if Kurapika had picked up all his calls. Would they still be going in circles? Leorio can't deny he'd have been satisfied by an answer every now and then.

That's kind of lame, he thinks, and changes what he means to say to,] Hmph.

I'm full of surprises. [Dryly, but not negatively... he knows he's predictable... With his other hand he reaches for Kurapika's shoulder and tugs, wrapping his arm around to pull him into a hug. A hug where no one is still half-panicking about near-death experiences, that's novel.]

Surprises.

[He repeats it simply, and that alone should convey his teasing. Leorio... surprising. Well, sometimes. But he won't admit it. Not when he's usually so predictable. Like the hug. The hug is a little surprising, even if he's learning to grow used to it. He's pulled closer and his free arm settles loosely at Leorio's side in return.

He can't deny it's comfortable like this.]

My schedule is cleared out for today, just so you know.

[That's a surprise. Is it a coincidence? Did Kurapika actually block out time to yell at him and/or kiss him on a crappy office chair? Leorio isn't going to complain (about that) but huh...]

What, seriously? Ahh, now I have to keep you busy, is that it?

[A constant struggle. What ever shall he do, save for turn his head to seek out Kurapika's mouth and kiss him again.]

[Wow Leorio!! A smile tugs at the corners of Kurapika's lips even through that kiss, and he pauses to take it in. It's embarrassing that he'd be fine doing this all day. All night, even. But Leorio seems to be on a similar page, so he can easily feign confidence. And from that, he feels comfortable.

There's a contemplative hum as he kisses back and cuts it short to speak.]

Did you want me to change that?

[To be fair, what else would they do... They may not have left this building in days, but Leorio doesn't seem opposed to spending even more time locked in this little room.

Pros, cons. He does however sputter, no, don't sass him so abruptly.]

I didn't say that.

[No, he'll sass him all he wants. He looks so proud of it too, in this moment, leaning closer to take another kiss.]

Stop trying to act cool.

[Kurapika can't use kisses to get away with everything, he's putting his foot down on this right now. Look at this, this is still sassy.]

You don't think I'm cool? Your loss!

I didn't say that.

[What. Is he implying he thinks Leorio is cool after all?? His tone doesn't make it very clear, but he frowns a little stubbornly and grips the hand under his own, hovering a few inches away like this.]

I only said you're trying too hard right now. Are you trying to make me angry?

[It's half working sTOP TRYING TO FIGHT WITH HIM even if he goes for it every time and starts it himself...]

[HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! He's not trying to start anything, it's?? in his blood maybe?]

What the hell, Kurapika? [you are always angry] I'm just talking to you! Normally!!

[So yes, being annoying is just default, no big deal.]

[Leorio...........

He could tell him to stop talking, but where's that going to go? Instead, he leans so their hug topples over sideways on the bed, rolling rather aggressively on top of him with a kiss.

Maybe that will shut him up??]

[Okay but NEXT TIME, Kurapika can't solve all his problems with kissing, really. Next time, he means that. Leorio definitely makes a noise of not-really-protest to that effect against his mouth, but of course doesn't push him away...

Still, he's kind of annoyed Kurapika is so eager to get mad at him. So when he tugs his hand free of Kurapika's tender vice grip to thread fingers into his hair again, it's in an equally aggressive motion as he kisses back.

He's still going to win!!]

[Look, it's just embarrassment, it'll pass. It's passing right now!! Because as startling as it is to have that aggression shoved right back at him, it's focused in a way that is Not Bad at all.

His hands are free now and that's fine. They clutch into Leorio's shirt as he adjusts himself on top of him, and yet again, he's straddling him. There's no hesitation or going halfway like there had been in the chair before. Months. It had been months since he felt this relaxed and this at peace, even longer since the stress of work and goals was a presence only at the back of his mind. And now, how long did he have?

They needed to work things out still, he realizes, and that leaves too many opportunities open. But he's not going to verbally try to seal Leorio here, either. That wouldn't be right.

He has so many questions, too. How long had he felt this way? How long had either of them felt this way? And what did this mean? Was he prepared to deal with the line of work that was bound to come? The endless recklessness that Kurapika knew he couldn't avoid in this? And what if an enemy learned anything about this? It was a weakness, wasn't it?

They're just kissing, but Kurapika is working himself up emotionally in a lot of ways. He's grateful. Grateful, and sad, and worried, and hopeful, and suddenly his kissing seems a lot more emotional, too. One hand slides up to touch Leorio's cheek and the other grips a little too tightly at the sheets beside his head.

The stop for a breath, this time, is extremely short. Just long enough to say his name.]

Leorio... [Like he has more to say. But words won't do this time, and so his eyes flick back down to those lips and he kisses them again.]

[It's somewhere after Leorio's aggression shifts from coming from his annoyance to coming from responding to Kurapika that he wonders if Kurapika is still half-mad at him. No? Probably not? It might be good to know, as much as he's way more concerned with Kurapika's mouth on his and the way his hair feels and just- Kurapika in general. He might be the more emotional one between them, but overthinking things has never been his bad habit.

Later, he thinks, later later later. That must be part of why he endured having his calls ignored for so long— it's so much easier to think later and deal with the resolution in a time that never comes. Right now he has Kurapika to himself, and everything else can wait.

The hand not in Kurapika's hair slides down to the bed, pauses, then slides halfway up his thigh to rest there. He squeezes affectionately, as affectionate as squeezing a thigh can be, and it's in response to Kurapika's shift in mood. Leorio can tell something is up- he usually can, but more now when they're all but attached to each other- and of course, of course he has that little moment of concern.

This time, he doesn't try to get Kurapika to stop and explain himself. He has his own priorities, y'know, like memorizing how Kurapika tastes in case he doesn't get to do this again for days or weeks or ever (which should be a sign that he's in way deeper than he planned, but he barreled past that hours ago). That, and this is too good a moment to actually, actively piss Kurapika off. Thinking about it after the rest of his stupid fumbles today makes him grin stupidly anyway, against his lips. For some reason it's all very funny, suddenly, that he can yell and get stuck in a chair and Kurapika still wants to kiss him.

Ah, yeah. He's so in over his head.]

[Kurapika can feel him smiling, and that's enough to make his chest feel light, despite all the burdens. For this moment, everything felt like it was falling back into place. Revenge wasn't the only thing he was trying for. There were his friends, and a whole world to explore and journey, like he'd always wanted. Like he's doing now, in a way.

The squeeze to his thigh earns a small noise, and his hand slides back behind Leorio's ear so that it's more natural to deepen the kiss. His breathing is heavy, of course, barely getting any breaths in between all of this emotion-filled kissing, but somehow his heart seems to be beating at an even more rapid rate than expected. It doesn't click right away what that means. He's not really trying to think.

It was relaxing at first, this kiss, but now, each bit seemed to encourage more. The warmth was inviting. The body beneath him, the hands on him, the lips he was chasing after without a break, and the growing sensation in the pit of his stomach. He closes his eyes, and that lets him appreciate it more. Each brush of clothing or skin, the way Leorio was breathing between everything, the rustling made from his inability to sit still on top of him, here.

It peaks to a point where he's not sure what's next. The position isn't close enough, he's not making Leorio hum as much as he would have liked, the kissing isn't doing it, the warmth could be so much more--

There, he has to break from the kiss. It's with a heavy exhale that he turns his head away, body falling completely on top of Leorio's for his own type of hug. Catching his breath and ignoring the way his whole body feels flushed, he presses his face into Leorio's neck.]

Sorry. [He adds it after he's had a few seconds to at least manage the breath to speak.] I may have gotten... carried away.

[Only he would be formal and apologetic about a makeout session, really.]

[The impression Leorio is getting is that Kurapika has actually done this before, or at least thought about doing this before. Both seem equally impossible, but that's how it seems from his, ah- vantage point. Kurapika's touch and the pressure of his mouth and body are encouraging, like a force pulling at him and that's definitely what leads to him sliding his hand further up Kurapika's thigh before switching over to his hip.

He squeezes there, too. All at once he notices the change in Kurapika - how could he not - and that thing tugging at him makes his heart pound and breath come less easily in the brief moments they break apart. His grip in Kurapika's hair tightens and then releases as Leorio moves his hand a few inches down to curl fingers into the back of Kurapika's shirt. He can feel the heat radiating off Kurapika and seeks it out, relishing each point of contact between them and tugging on his shirt to pull him impossibly closer—

And then Kurapika stops because he has no sense of timing and Leorio is left blinking up at the ceiling for a moment, halfway stunned. He's still clutching at Kurapika and lets go of his shirt, but this time when he squeezes his hip it's in less of a heady rush.

Seriously... He gives the ceiling a look, since he can't turn his head much in this position.]

Don't say sorry— That's embarrassing. [grumble mumble] Getting carried away is the point.

[This he says still to the ceiling, red to the ears, because he also is really embarrassing.]

The point...

[By this point, Kurapika is terribly embarrassed. His heart is beating hard and fast, he's had to force his eyes down out of the red a few minutes ago, and his mind is racing with his options for what comes next. Despite all of that, he appears nearly perfectly calm.

Maybe that was why he appeared experienced at the very least in thought, but honestly, this isn't something that had crossed his mind at all. A kiss, maybe. Once or twice, in passing that caused him to shiver in surprise and brush off quickly, never really a serious consideration until it was in his face so loudly that he couldn't ignore it. This felt spontaneous for him. Like it had been there all along but he'd only just noticed.

His staring at Leorio in his consideration probably doesn't help the poor guy's embarrassment (or mumbling).]

In that case.

[He leads in after just a second or two, not long enough for his heart to die down, and kisses Leorio again. This is... crazy! He's being crazy right now! What is he doing here, now, with one of his friends, letting these emotions take over like they're all that matters... There's plenty of worries like this, but self control has always been difficult.

He has no idea what he's doing, but if getting carried away is the point, then why not leave it to that? It's warm, inviting, enticing, and he doesn't want it to be over or even to give way to petty arguments over nothing again. He doesn't want to deal with that right now. He just thinks he wants to be pulled closer and closer like that again, and to feel Leorio's heart beating fast against his own.

What a cheesy thought...

It's then that Kurapika realizes between heated touches and kisses that he's in deep, too. And as much as that worries him, it's freeing to think, in a way. There's been a lot of tension he hasn't understood, and now, he thinks, he can let a hand slide down and fidget with a button of Leorio's shirt until it comes undone. Slowly and pointedly,he continues down like this. No matter how many times he's lost control, he's only been supportive. Why would that change now? He didn't have to worry.

He wouldn't apologize, then.]

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too many smiles I feel ooc already leorio needs to tone it down

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wow!!!

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I swear if leorio is a goober again..... i swear

you're playing a dangerous game

ah and then kurapika goes and gets too excited ("too excited" pls)

kurapika gone wild

he's secretly always wild in one way or another