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[Shirt off, good choice. Leorio's pretty proud of himself for that one too, and he's still grinning when their lips meet. As they connect again, Kurapika's skin against his still makes him feel like he's catching fire in lots of little places at once— but now it's a much more inviting feeling.

While Kurapika is busy with his chest, Leorio runs touches up and down his back. They might be father apart than is strictly ideal at the moment, but he's tall enough to get his arms around Kurapika from here anyway. His touches aren't even in the same ballpark as featherlight; he presses his palm against Kurapika's shoulder blade and then slides down, trailing over the bumps of his spine with the other hand and then going back up to do it again.

They seem to be getting warmer the less clothed they become, and thankfully Leorio isn't in grade school and doesn't need to stop to wonder what that means. Please. He has better things to think about. Skin, for example, and wandering hands.

He tilts his head, pulling away from the kiss to place smaller ones along Kurapika's jaw and - with a meaningful nudge to get him to come forward a little, come here already - what he can reach of his neck. The barely-there touch against his skin is going to drive him mad, most likely, as each dip lower makes his stomach lurch with a sudden burst of heat.

Like falling, but without the bad ending. His metaphors could use work but now he's distracted from what he's doing, needing to stop and breathe with his mouth hovering over Kurapika's shoulder. Okay, that's- okay.

When his lungs catch up with him for a moment he scoffs, nudging purposefully again to at least get Kurapika back in his lap, god-] Damn it, come here...

[When Leorio's lips separate from his own to move along his jaw, he lets out a small hum of a noise. To sacrifice that taste for the feel now trailing down his neck-- it was worth it, probably. There were touches along his back, too, so firm that his back arches by reflex, trying to stretch out the shivers they cause.

It doesn't work, of course. All of his senses feel like they're going into overload at this point and he doesn't mind it one bit. Leorio grumbles again, and he can only see it in a good light right now. Leorio is Leorio, after all, and Kurapika is sold, even if he hasn't quite figured out why.

His lips twitch at a smile, but it doesn't make it past that since he's so focused. He runs his hand back up Leorio's chest to curl at his shoulder, the other joining on the opposite side. Using those shoulders as a support, he moves forward and settles into his lap, his arms wrapping around him lightly once he's finished.

Just this small amount of contact gives him a little relief, but it works to build the twisting in his stomach, too. Kurapika trails one of his fingers down the back of Leorio's neck, light as always. Either teasing and with purpose, or hesitant and without confidence-- it was hard to say. Regardless, the rest of his fingers on that hand join in and move down between his shoulder blades.

If this is the last time they manage to do something like, he wants to memorize every muscle, every dip and rise and bit of skin. It's a thought that passes quietly through the back of his mind, but he follows it without question, anyway.

He'd only just thought to himself that he can't be too quick with this, but already, he was impatient for more. His free hand finds its way into Leorio's hair again, curling fingers as he turns towards him and kisses by his opposite ear.

He lingers there for a moment.]

Better?

[Dimly, Leorio is aware of each little sound Kurapika makes, every shiver he causes and the movement he gets in return. He doesn't try to split his attention between how Kurapika is making him feel and what he's getting out of him in return - he thinks he might actually miss something that way. If he thinks too much, he'll slip up again and this thing between them might shatter.

If he doesn't think, if he simply lets emotion and the lingering and persistent need to put skin against skin make his decisions for him, things go much smoother. It's working now.

Once Kurapika is in his lap Leorio bends one leg up at the knee, a makeshift propping up motion to keep Kurapika there, close, closer. For a moment he stays still with his mouth pressed against the crook of Kurapika's neck and simply breathes deep, taking it all in. He could be content to sit here and do this indefinitely, forget the world and live in this quiet moment with Kurapika making that same heat course through him and up to his skin, where he's touched. He could do that.

This is definitely what being incredibly deep is like.

The kiss gets his attention again and the question makes him laugh, low, and dip a hand into the small of Kurapika's back to really pull them all the way together. He's changed his mind - Kurapika has no idea what he's doing.

That's okay; he got stuck to a chair before, so they're even. He kisses his shoulder; it's all he can reach now.] Much better.

[The laugh isn't what he was expecting, but the nudge that knocks him even closer is what earns the surprised noise. Mostly because it's closeness that he's been craving, and just the smallest brushes of skin or what clothing did remain was enough to set his whole body on fire. His face is a little too reflective of this in the surprise, but he tries to ignore that, letting his hands wander, instead.

This is definitely getting more heated, and he half hopes Leorio doesn't notice his reaction to it all before he's able to react properly himself. How embarrassing would that be...

Ah, but he wants more. Leorio is back to such a small kiss, and there was that long period of almost nothing, for as warm as it was. He needed activity when he was feeling this fidgety, this involved, but he wasn't about to ask for it.

And so for now, he'll focus on his back. Tracing patterns, running a finger up and down his spine to test for reactions, and slowly, he ducks his head down enough to kiss his neck.]

[A point to Leorio for the noise. He's more than glad to have Kurapika almost flush against him, wandering his free hand up into his hair again. With his mouth less occupied than it could be there's nothing to stifle the way his breath hitches intermittently or, super embarrassingly, the way the first drag of a finger down his spine draws out a surprised Whoa.

Bury him here with his red-faced shame. He grumbles some nonsense into Kurapika's shoulder after that, and his back curves almost involuntarily with the path of Kurapika's touch, but he doesn't- doesn't say anything again.

Which is better, surely. He wonders if he'll live that down and decides definitely not, and shuts his eyes to at least enjoy the feeling before his embarrassment smothers him.

It's all while doing this that he moves the hand previously low on Kurapika's back a little lower, a little more to the side- dragging fingertips just a fraction above the waist of his pants. He goes from one hip to the other, but doesn't pull his hand up or away. If he dies of shame, he's going down groping as many hips as possible.]

[Oh. Kurapika most certainly laughs at that, even if he tries to keep it quiet. It just ends with him shaking lightly in the laughter, fingers splaying out flat at the lowest part of his back he can reach from here. His hand is pressed flat against him now, and he slides that up his back a couple of inches before carefully lifting so that just his fingernails run upwards. Maybe he won't get another 'whoa', but he's hoping to share the same type of shivers he's getting himself, right now.

It feels like his earlier laughter comes back to bite him, though, when Leorio starts toying with his hips. That hand is dipped low enough that it sends his stomach in a twist, but rather than any relief from that sensation, Leorio seems content with going straight to the other rather than any progressive direction.

Is it hesitance? Or just teasing? He can't tell, but it's enough of a distraction to stop him from everything he's doing. How can he keep ducking his head down like this if his back is straightening out and arching in reaction to these little touches, after all? Even his arms stop, both still wrapped around him. One presses a palm to the back of a shoulder blade, the other curling fingers a little tighter into the hair at the back of Leorio's head. He breathes out quickly in a startled noise, restrained and muffled as he presses his face down to the top of his head instead.

He's practically clinging to him at this point.

Embarrassing, this tension, why was he--?! As much as he had the urge to reach back there and force Leorio's hand lower, that was a little too much in Kurapika's mind. Instead, he shifts like he's trying to scoot closer, even if they're as close as close can be, right now, breath catching in his throat at the small bit of friction.]

[Okay, rude. Still, he's getting the shivers he wanted - through a sensation-addled haze, Leorio murmurs something else against his skin. It's not a "whoa," it's more like "unfair," as intelligible as his voice is right now. It's unfair in exactly the way he wouldn't dare stop, so when Kurapika does Leorio can't help but whine, almost.

He does, but he won't admit it- careful balance.

Kurapika grabbing so closely to him quickly dominates his attention. This is as thoroughly on top of him as it's possible to be in this position, and Kurapika's weight pressing down plus the noise he makes and the rush of feeling every time he moves so much as twitch draw a noise out of Leorio as well, thick with wanting more despite the fact he can't seem to remember how to speak. There's nothing in his sights but skin and he presses his lips against the nearest spot without caring where exactly it is, bumping his nose and glasses into Kurapika in the process. Ah-]

Kurapika- [There's his voice again, breathy and surprisingly quiet. He says his name like he's asking permission and punctuates it with that same touch against his hip, finally dipping just his fingers past the fabric.

And then he stops there, like a gentleman.]

[It's hard to stay quiet. He feels more sensitive than he should, he thinks, even if he completely understands why. The kiss to his chest and the fingers under the hem of his pants nearly makes him light-headed. How silly is that?

Leorio is asking permission, which is nice, and considerate, but Kurapika can barely speak himself. It's hard when he's too busy feeling like he could groan for just about every thought running through his head right now. He wants-- he wants, that's it.]

Do it, already. [He finally breathes out, impatience pairing with desperation. He just had to ask-- but no, he's not really angry. To show this, he unfreezes himself, releasing the hard grip from Leorio's hair and letting his fingers trail down to dance at the base of his neck. instead. The palm over his shoulder blade smooths over it before his finger nails trail downwards, again.

If he focuses on this, he doesn't have to hear his own ragged breathing hitching at every touch.]

[Leorio breathes out a laugh - nerves - and kisses his chest again. Okay, he gets the point. He might be taut all over with anticipation (to which end, the nails on his skin are not helping alleviate at all), but he gets it. He can do this.

He's definitely going to do this and not hesitate now of all times, seriously, here he goes—

It's one thing to tell the internet about jerking off and another to be sitting here with Kurapika in his lap waiting for him to do it, he's nearly there—

Damn.

New approach. He tilts his head to kiss higher, Kurapika's collarbone and the base of his neck, and before he can psyche himself out again slips his hand in. Down. It's there, which is what counts. His heart is hammering against his ribs and he feels like he definitely needs another hour or week to be able to do this without his face heating up this much, so for now all he manages is a couple of light touches (take that), waiting for a reaction.]

[It's not one, but two of them making this such a huge deal. Well, and after so many months together and apart and together and apart-- it sort of is a big deal. No more denial or obliviousness in the way.

Still, even Kurapika realizes he probably shouldn't have gasped so loudly just then. For such a light couple of touches, it felt like they were actually setting his skin on fire. His hands keep pausing as he registers the sensations, and might have just accidentally scratched Leorio's back a little, but he smooths his palm over it afterwards to make up.

Ah, let's just pretend that didn't happen.

On the one hand, he's tempted to pull away and hide his whole face in shame, yell at Leorio about doing this so clumsily and ruin the entire bit of progress they managed so that he can run away. On the other, it's honestly killing him, these slow, light touches and the hesitance... It's different when it's Leorio's actions. They're not 'too fast' or anything to worry about. It's only his own that he's hesitating over.

With that thought on his mind, he lets out an impatient groan. Probably the loudest noise he's allowed so far, but right now it's not an issue of 'allowing' so much as not registering that it was coming quickly enough. How much can he do from here? Leorio is too tall!

If he can't express himself properly with any action, he'll have to use words, after all. Leorio might be able to use them, if he's touching him so slowly like this. But saying them is another issue... What he wants, he just has to say what he wants.]

K-keep going... [God damn it, even his own tone is embarrassing.]

[That's—a reaction. Leorio makes a noise of surprise at being scratched, ow? - but he won't say a word. He's developed a keen sense of when to keep his mouth shut about strange things Kurapika does, at least right here and right now.

He breathes out a short sigh against Kurapika's neck - he's supposed to be the impatient one, not the other way around. He's practically tingling all over, mind racing at the thought of what he's about to do, about getting Kurapika to lose some of his ironclad self control for a little while longer- while his other hand slides up his thigh to rest low on his hip, steadying.

The falter in his voice makes Leorio's stomach turn over and he reacts without stopping to think, positioning his hand to touch Kurapika properly, palm pressed against him in a much less hesitant motion.

Determinedly, he tries very hard not to think about how he's never done this to someone else before and mostly succeeds! This seems like a moment he should say something, but he can't think of anything to say that isn't- very stupid- or pointlessly cheesy, so he settles for a hum against Kurapika's collarbone as he moves his hand in a slow stroke, working up to a rhythm.]

[Shit.

This time, if his hardness at this point isn't a sign, his reaction is unmistakable. That palm brings both relief and an incredible desire for more, and the kisses and hums to his collarbone really only add to it. His head tilts back, and a noise that comes out and is cut short was most definitely the tip of a moan.

Embarrassment still burns through him, but it's fading from the source of this new heat. Just when he thought the feeling couldn't get any more intense...

His legs shift carefully to curl around behind Leorio, and one of his hands places flat against his chest again. Not to push him away, or keep him away, but to touch, smoothing across muscles and skin as the next stroke makes him lean forward with his upper body. His other hand grips at Leorio's shoulder, a squeeze that in this case should be more encouraging than not.

This position isn't fair, he realizes in final thought. Leorio's able to do so much, and while he can enjoy the sensation of being close like this, what can he do other than react embarrassingly? Rather than focus on the near-whimpers he's creating, can't he at least cause some in return... Honestly, even he realizes this is just a petty issue of pride.

Still, the hand at his chest slides down to pluck uselessly at the hem of Leorio's own pants, near his hip. Just a couple times, to see what he does.]

[Damn— If he had a reason for being hesitant a moment ago, he certainly doesn't now. Leorio hums against his skin again, a half-hearted protest that he's cutting short those noises. He wants to hear those, like little asides that he's doing this in a way Kurapika likes - and, alright, for the sake of his ego. Loosen up a little...

He concentrates on keeping his hand steady even as the hand splayed against his chest twists something in his stomach. He manages after a fumble or two, falling into a pattern that's slow-but-not-too-slow, and he might just be doing what does it for him, but since it seems to be doing it for Kurapika- really doing it for Kurapika, even - ah.

His breath catches and he leans head and shoulders back to look at Kurapika and then glance down, like that's not going to make him boggle stupidly for a solid few seconds. Kurapika being in his lap most of the time since they got in here isn't something he's ignored, and after a moment of just looking at him, he dips his head back to find his neck once more.

Okay. Okay, fair's fair, right, and he's already- Will he be able to keep his voice level, probably not,] Go- go for it.

[go for it?? just kill him and get it over with.]

[Go for it, he says, as if he knows what the fuck he's doing. But okay, to be fair, this isn't something that should be too difficult to figure out. And he is loosening up, albeit slowly. Making noises like he keeps doing, halfway, cutoff or muffled is embarrassing enough as it is, but there are other things, too. He'd probably be moving his own hips a bit if he weren't sitting in Leorio's lap like this.

And that's why he decides to stay. Carefully, he can inch back just the slightest, to allow his hand to pluck further at Leorio's waistline without interfering with what he's doing already. He works carefully towards the center where he can undo that button. Ah, yes, this is going to be a bit different than Leorio's own setup with him. Thanks suit pants.

It's not that Kurapika minds. His free arm wraps around Leorio's neck, enjoying the kisses to his own. He can't easily look down from here, so he has to feel around instead. A careful couple presses of his fingers around the button of Leorio's pants, and he finds the hook of the zipper, pulling it down with painful slowness. This time, it's not hesitance, but distraction.]

Leorio-- [The name slips in a breath, and suddenly, Kurapika's not sure why he called it. He'd pull back to take his own pants off by now if the few seconds of space wouldn't drive him insane. Instead, he pulls himself closer to Leorio, letting his hand slip under cloth to wrap fingers around his length.

Actually, this position isn't so bad. Nearly flush against Leorio, one arm between them while the other wraps around Leorio to keep him there, to keep pulling him closer, as if the legs he has wrapped around his back aren't enough. This time, he moans and it's nothing that can be muffled, and to make up for that, his own hand grips gently and strokes.]

[Fuck, do they not have zippers in the forest, or what? Leorio very nearly voices his protests this time - he's seen Kurapika wear a suit, he knows he knows how to unzip some pants, it shouldn't take nearly this long. The fact that this is a little hypocritical of him after asking permission and poking vaguely around like an idiot escapes him entirely; in fact, it never even arrives.

God, Kurapika. He'd push his hand away and do it himself if he weren't busy, and Kurapika can probably feel the twist of his mouth as he frowns with pent-up frustration and want. Before Kurapika went for his pants there was a possibility and the anticipation that came with it, but now that he knows exactly what he's in for he'd just like to begin already, before he sublimates on the spot.

Maybe that's overdramatic. But.

A sound starts in the back of his throat when Kurapika says his name, building to a definite groan as finally this zipper charade ends and fingers close around his cock. If he thinks too hard about that he might short out, so—

He focuses on his hand- and Kurapika's hand- and just hands in general, breathing quickly becoming uneven as the odd stuttering start of a moan escapes. His other hand squeezes Kurapika's thigh once more before sliding off to brace himself on the bed as he leans forward slightly, in the negative space left between them - physics seem to have left them, because as close as they get it just isn't enough.

He's definitely aware of himself when he says,] Kurapika- [although it comes out a little, ah

ku ra pi ka]

[Another shiver seems to run down his body and right back up, erupting in tingles that just make Kurapika feel like he needs to fidget even more. All these metaphorical itches he can't scratch well enough, and Leorio is making noises like that, saying his name like that--

He's leaning forward that small bit, and Kurapika automatically curls his legs more around his waist. For once, the issue of volume isn't at the top of his mind. His back curves again, and he uses his legs to pull hips hips a little closer towards Leorio, a sort of buck into the motions that are feeling more intense by the moment. No, they're not close enough at all, the next moan is so breathy that it probably speaks for itself.

But this side of Leorio is something he wants to see more of, he finds, and so he's sure to keep working his own hand. To see which spots he likes best, which types of motions, how fast-- he's keeping it all in mind despite the way any other thought processes can't seem to stay put right now.

He wants to speak, sort of, but the words are nowhere close to coming. And it feels a little silly, but after a groan that has his toes curling and his head tipping back, he repeats Leorio's name again between pants, sounding like it has a lot more energy behind it this time. Like they're having a conversation with just that. The tones do well enough, and right now, Kurapika isn't embarrassed.

But god, does he want to be closer. The arm around Leorio's shoulders tugs more and his head turns down as he gasps out in feeling. Still, he pumps his hand for Leorio in return, wanting to draw him out even more.]

[God, Kurapika. Leorio's breath catches again and it's a wonder to him that he can keep his hand stroking in a steady rhythm at all, while the rest of him can't decide where to focus for more than a few seconds at a time. He wants more and more as sensation builds and Kurapika seems to be the only thing that exists besides himself anymore. Every sound makes his pulse race, and he quickens the pace of his hand with it.

With an abrupt motion his other hand finds the small of Kurapika's back again and holds him there, his own hips rocking into more of his touch. This is— building, definitely building. He doesn't move as much as Kurapika - there's too much of him, where would he go - but rather moves in response, unconsciously trying to fit himself against Kurapika's edges, an anchor against his waves.

He finds the column of Kurapika's throat with his mouth and kisses there in answer to his name, holy shit, if he never heard his name again it would be alright just to hear it once like that. His hips roll forward again and he realizes he can't seem to stop humming, tunelessly against Kurapika's skin, rising and falling and faltering as he interrupts himself to gasp.]

Uh- [he manages, and then,] Th-that—again. [And hopefully Kurapika can get the picture on his own, because there's no way Leorio can stop anything else he's doing long enough to point him to the right spot. He's not even sure if he can unfold himself from Kurapika right now and look, definitely not...]

[This pleasure is really getting overwhelming. For once, he's not bothered by the sound of Leorio's voice. His hums excite him, especially when they falter and hitch like that, and before Leorio can even finish requesting a repeat, Kurapika is moving to give it to him. It was a reaction he enjoyed himself, after all.

While he's kissing at his neck like that, he can probably feel the rumble of his groaning, low and repeating, quickening as time passed. His hips pull up, his back arches as far as it can, and his head is tilted back so much it might weigh them backwards if Leorio doesn't decide to keep them up. Now, Kurapika's legs can't stay curled around him.

They uncurl and press into the bed, spreading and shoving slowly as he uses them to try to get even better angles. It's hard to focus. There's Leorio, and himself. There's this feeling. He's trying to keep his hand focused on his own work, but slowly, his strokes are becoming sporadic. Again, he reaches to cup his hand under the bottom, pressing upwards with just enough pressure before his fingers wrap back around and stroke-- but he can't focus.

If Leorio had been wishing for Kurapika to loosen up, then he could enjoy as Kurapika unfolded from the last bit of tension and composure he had been hanging onto. It starts just like that, his body reacting more strongly, his movements becoming more selfish and indulgent even if he never did just stop stroking Leorio. He gets louder, his hips move up sharper, and he has to grab more firmly into Leorio's shoulder as he holds him close.

He should probably be a lot more careful with his volume, but considering it's the first time he's not worrying about it-- well. His eyes, an even brighter red now than they had been the last time they changed, lock onto Leorio directly, now. If this ends now, if he even slows the slightest, Kurapika doesn't know how long he'd be able to manage himself.]

Leorio--! [Ah, he says it again, and it's a lot thicker, gasped out between whiny panting that he'll prefer not to recall later. It's so good, and he feels so close that he tries to encourage it with more attentive and sensual gropes himself. He can probably feel his desperation there, too.]

Keep... [Words are so difficult, right now, and that's frustrating in its own way, but he can't even focus on that. Not with this fire, this tension and relief all at once.] Keep going!

[His composure is gone, along with all of the heaviness that surrounds it.]

[Falling over is the last thing Leorio wants to happen right now- anything that could detract from this moment is something he'll avoid, so of course he adjusts his hold to keep them upright. The hand on Kurapika's back drags up to press between his shoulder blades and he lets out a breathy laugh at the movement behind him. Then there's the cup of Kurapika's hand, sending a jolt through him and he speaks before he can think about it-]

Damn- shit— [That grace followed by the start of a moan he muffles in Kurapika's shoulder. The heightened intensity is getting to him too, and if Kurapika weren't so firmly attached to him he'd probably be shaking - he hardly notices that Kurapika's motions are selfish, honestly, there isn't a downside he can think of to having him squirm and arch against him other than the ongoing fact that it's not enough, still, he needs more.

By some chance he lifts his head in time to meet red eyes and that does something to him he wasn't expecting, a surge of heat and a rush of adrenaline. His hips buck up as much as they can- not enough; a groan starts low in his throat but comes out of him different, not unlike a laugh if a laugh wanted to shove Kurapika down and kiss him until he remembered what it was like to be happy, and-

God, now he wants to get all emotional? He's grinning again, crooked and repeatedly broken by short gasps, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed by it.

Hell, this is all pretty encouraging. Keep going, as if he wouldn't- this time when he leans back in his lips meet Kurapika's jaw and head up towards his ear, the low vibration of whatever murmured nothings he's saying now traveling with it. He quickens the speed of his hand again, just slightly, with a firm squeeze that tapers off from top to bottom and then goes on like that.

Weird; he didn't expect to be the one with more wits left about him for all this, but it's working out in both their favor.]

[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.]

[Leorio's other hand slides up to the back of Kurapika's neck, still bracing, still holding him there. The things he's mumbling between kisses don't make any sense, put together - they're nothing but raw feelings put to words (although one of them is definitely "pushy," after that first demand). It's taken the place of his nonsensical humming earlier, until he chokes on one and breathes hard and groans again against his neck when he strokes faster. Okay - nice.

Kurapika wants him to go faster and Leorio almost wants to tell him to slow down before the feeling overwhelms him, and it looks like even in bed they can't help but drive each other crazy.

He barely registers the language switching the first time, thinking- brilliantly- that it's just a noise instead of a word. He can feel himself heading for the edge and moves his hips again, mentally willing Kurapika to pay a little more attention to him, somehow, more, more more more-]

Kurapika— [That, gasped out breathlessly, then he finally strokes faster to match Kurapika's pace to draw him over-

which by the way will count as his win.]

[There aren't any wins to give losers who get stuck in chairs.

That said, though, it might look a little like a win here as finally getting that speed he'd been desiring sets him over. A moan catches in his throat, and for a split second, his own hand slows painfully from around Leorio. The slow slide as he focuses on the sensations he's dealing with on his own, swiping a finger over the tip in his subconscious attempt to keep helping him out here-- but he's lost in this. The nonsense words that make his heart tight, and the way his name follows, the relief that comes all at once as he pulls his upper body even closer to Leorio, riding out the overwhelming feeling before finally (finally, it feels like), he releases with a cry to match his feelings.

Ah. Hopefully Leorio will be able to last the five seconds or so of complete daze as Kurapika gets lost in the glow and exhaustion, struggling to find himself in the moment. But he remembers, and he feels, and soon enough, he's picking up that same pace. Turning his face down and in, despite the belated embarrassment that settles in, he kisses the side of Leorio's face again and again.]

[That- wasn't the goal here. Getting Kurapika off is definitely a big part of the goal, but when he all but stops touching Leorio, that's not. Leorio tries not to whine and fails, the one-finger touch hardly doing anything to tide him over. He doesn't lose track himself though, nearly clutching Kurapika against him in the moment.

After the longest few seconds of his entire life so far, he breathes out and rocks into Kurapika's hand more eagerly than before. Now he's close, although not lost in it far enough yet to stop from wondering where to put his hand now, ah- maybe he won't get an earful for gingerly resting it on Kurapika's hip.

The kisses make him grin again but with much less focus, everything he has is thoroughly locked in on Kurapika's hand. That pause only seems to have made his touch feel better, leaving Leorio torn between wanting it to go on longer and wanting it to peak as soon as possible. He turns his head to kiss Kurapika, a repeat of his name lost somewhere in between their lips meeting.

He can't last much longer than that, whole body shuddering as he grips hard with both hands and comes with a moan, low and unabashed.

Well, unabashed for a few more seconds while he catches his breath, looking at Kurapika with eyes gone soft with emotion. Should he- does he say something now? Um? What, exactly—

On second thought, maybe he'll wait for Kurapika to say something.]

[Even if Kurapika is now thoroughly relaxed, that kiss sparks something and he returns it with an added energy as his strokes continue. If he minds the hand placement now, he doesn't show it, too busy feeling every bit of Leorio while they were still in the middle of this and he could. He's a lot more aware, now, at least to pay attention to what he's doing, and the leap from erratic desperation to attentive focus is clear.

When Leorio comes like that, he continues with a few more slower strokes to wind him down, eventually letting his hand still and pull out slowly as he leans forward to kiss at the corner of his lips.

When he pulls back from that, his red eyes meet right with Leorio's big, googly puppy dog ones, and his guard is so thoroughly down that he actually leans back in his flustered surprise. It's a brief reaction, but it's still there, and that's enough to get Kurapika looking away and speaking first.]

D-don't look at me like that...! [It's not a full force, argumentative comment, at least. He's not ready to go back entirely to arguing just yet. It's why despite the mess they've just made between themselves, he doesn't move off his lap just yet.

Honestly, he should find it more embarrassing how he's looking down now to his messy hand in wonder, but he doesn't.]

[Leorio still has a hand hovering around the back of Kurapika's neck, fortunately enough, and so after blinking in surprise himself - what? he's just looking - he sort of absentmindedly rubs his skin there. It's his quiet way of telling Kurapika to calm the hell down, while he's still spent.

Give him a second...] Too late, already did.

[Ah yes, this is the ideal response. He's not particularly argumentative either, not after all that. Rather, he's quiet for a few moments more, idly toying with the ends of Kurapika's hair until he abruptly realizes that this isn't a nice, peaceful moment—this is Kurapika staring down at his- God-

It's already his turn to be flustered.]

Don't- what are you doing...? [seriously that's bordering on weird.]

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i'm very serious about this icon

a very serious icon for a very serious thread

the most serious thread i've ever written

as it should be, these two are champions, also spoilers I go from like super vague to super blunt

should i be expecting some weeping cocks, but ok then

oh my GOD I SAID BLUNT BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT

i'll control myself then

shoves you overboard with your adorable sea metaphor

oh my god i'm never making a sea metaphor again

how about puns then I could sea that happening gOD DAMN IT MY ICONS

you're going overboard..........

water you talking about..........

just trying to stay current also rip in pieces there's another one here

i was shore you'd do it again and look at that

CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW JUST CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW