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[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.]

[It was pretty peaceful, excuse you. Even if he's staring down, it's just an idle thing in his mind. He's thinking they should probably take showers, but that they were decently far away in this building not initially designed to hold them. On top of that, he was pretty comfortable... but there's this whole mess on the floor, too.

Kurapika was just thinking about how he didn't mind it when Leorio speaks like that again. Flattening his expression, the arm around his shoulders slides back just enough to lightly slap his cheek, more of a pat than anything but please, shut up.

It's-- hm, Leorio's face is a little cute, he'll admit right now (only to himself), and while it feels so unusual to want to stay like this, he decides it's fine. He moves his head down until their foreheads touch, that unimpressed expression from earlier fading into something a lot more soft. Not Leorio-looking-fondly levels of soft, but at least spiders are nowhere near the front of his mind.]

What now? [Instead of answering earlier questions, he'll ask this. In general or in the moment right now? Well, both. But he likes it vague like this.]

[Hey, rude. He gives Kurapika a look for hitting his cheek, even if it's not a big deal, just a brief look that says he's not the one doing a weird thing here, okay??

Still, what now is a good question. Right now, he selfishly wants to stay where they are like this indefinitely. Right now, they should probably get showered and then he wants to sleep. And as for the rest, well... they'll have to talk again.

Maybe this time they'll use real words and not call each other names, but that's probably being too hopeful. Leorio frowns; if there were a magic word to settle everything at once he'd have already used it. Damn—it won't be easy.

For now, though, Kurapika is close and his body is warm and his hair is soft under Leorio's fingers, and that's enough. It should be enough. It is, for a moment, until he makes a face and spoils it by bending his leg and bumping his knee into Kurapika's side.

It's asleep. Of course it is...]

I think we've gotta get up. [god]

[The bump gets a very small, half-hearted 'oof' before he shifts. Even with all this, there's the hint of a smile on his face as he does so, fingers lingering with Leorio until they absolutely have to leave. He's standing now, just by the bed, turning his back to Leorio as he stretches his arms.

It does get crampy sitting there for so long, and he's not even the one who was being sat on.

A dull thought in the back of his mind wonders if Leorio will have to sleep in his own room tonight, but he bats that away quickly enough. Who is he, Leorio... Please. Get this cuddly thoughts out of his mind asap.

But he feels like he should say something. Express that he liked it or that he likes him-- but his tongue is frozen, so he'll stay standing like this and looking away and taking overly long stretches.]

[Shit, Kurapika is really cute... Leorio turns to hang his legs over the side of the bed and shake the one until it feels like he can stand on it again, albeit not perfectly comfortably.

Now that he's moved, he's really craving that shower. He watches Kurapika while he wills his leg to stop tingling, appreciative. It's only to mutter aloud about his shirt as he ducks down to drag it up off the floor that has him looking away, but when he straightens back up and Kurapika is still stretching - hm.

Nobody would blame him, he thinks, if he just hooked an arm around Kurapika's waist and pulled him back down and they just laid there and forgot about the shower, but eh— No, the shower is pretty necessary. Damn. Later, maybe...

He has one arm in his shirt when he- yet again- can't wait for Kurapika to say something and says the first thing that comes to mind,] Your hair's really nice.

[His second thought was "How's the chair?" so... so.]

My hair?

[He blinks at that, grateful for the conversation but caught off guard by it. His stretching ends so that a hand can pluck at a strand of it quietly, turning to face Leorio. Rather than use this as an invitation to voice his own complimenting thoughts as well, he'll just go with this. It's easier.]

Thank you. [...That's ok to say, right? Of course he doesn't end there, though.] I haven't had much time to pay any attention to it, so it's relieving if it doesn't look bad.

[He always washes it and looks presentable, but what are haircuts.

Yes, they are talking about his hair now, god these nerds. Honestly, he's not sure how to go about going down the hall to the shower, so he'll just let Leorio lead things. It's a secret.]

[Relieving... This is where Leorio has laid his affections, wow. He gives Kurapika a "don't be so serious" look, mostly half-hearted, as he tugs his shirt back on and starts on the buttons.]

Uh huh. [nerd, which he means in the nicest way] I guess you're lucky.

[Here's the plan: They walk down the hall like nothing out of the ordinary happened today, shower, and walk back much in the same way. That'll work, right? Leorio doesn't have the patience for planning a secret mission or contriving some situation that makes it look like a coincidence that they both need to shower right now, or- whatever.

He falters midway through picking up Kurapika's shirt now, realizing that it's possible all anyone had to do to realize what became of them all afternoon is walk past the door... Maybe if he doesn't think about it, it won't come back to haunt him. He flops the shirt onto Kurapika's head.]

Get dressed. [a beat] I'm gonna leave my jacket here.

[And his tie... not that he needs to give himself an excuse to come back because he will anyway, that's not what this is- this is just laziness.]

[Lucky?? This conversation is so awkward that Kurapika just sort of considers that and leaves it there. Which works, anyway, because soon there's a shirt over his head that he wasn't ready for. Probably the best show of his guard being down yet.

He fumbles with it until its off and he can properly face it the right way, giving Leorio a Look.]

At least fold it, then. [And don't leave it on the floor, please?? Sighing to himself, he tugs his shirt on, stepping across the room to right the chair on its legs and bend down for his blue overwear. It feels a little ridiculous, tugging all this on when he feels so dirty, but the last thing he needs is for Nostrade to catch word of this somehow. Or anyone, really.]

Leorio, [he finally calls, like he has something more to say. But he waits for a response first, even if his back stays to him. He's taking out his contacts, finally. It should be fine for the shower.]

[Fold??? The look on his face clearly says he's not a neat and tidy folding kind of guy, if it weren't already obvious, but he does move to pick up the jacket and tie. He's not going to fold these...

He'll sort of drape them over an arm of the chair once it's upright- that will do. This is making an effort.

Now, while he's considering his shirt and wondering if tucked in or not tucked in looks more suspect for trekking down the hall,] Yeah?

[He pauses to stare at that sad excuse for cleaning up before reaching over to take Leorio's jacket and tie himself. He folds the jacket into a neat square and sets it on the edge of the bed, the tie following shortly afterwards, somehow placed right in the middle of that folded square.

He decides to say what he wanted to while still staring at this.]

...Thank you. [He could waste his time on shallow compliments or comment on how he enjoyed things, but that doesn't carry the right amount of weight. He asked what they do now, and Leorio just focused on cleaning up. So he was going to try to stay here? For him?

Again, it hits him. He's lucky.]

For always following me, even when I'm lost. I don't know what I'd do without you.

[Leorio now has half of his shirt tucked in and is still trying to get through this walking down the hall dilemma, though he notices Kurapika taking his clothes off the chair. This is compulsive behavior, Kurapika...

The 'thank you' kind of surprises him, given the timing. He looks up and over at Kurapika, eyebrows raised. That's... so it's okay, that he's here? For a given measure of "okay," anyway, but he's going to be here no matter what.

Still, how—earnest. It makes him glance away, face hot. Don't embarrass him-!!]

I— I guess I just can't let you go. [That alone doesn't feel like it gets the whole point across, but damn, he doesn't have an emotional speech ready to go.

Shit, is he making a dumb face?? He's definitely making a dumb face.]

[At that, Kurapika looks over his shoulder with an unbelievably fond smile. Chuckling softly with that, he turns completely and dusts his shirt off with one hand.]

Come on. [Without waiting for Leorio to finish tucking in his shirt or thinking about it, Kurapika heads for the door and starts walking to the showers. Hurry up, goober.]

[The shirt is important, don't just leave him here- But no, he decides to hell with it and just pulls out the part he did tuck in and follows. Kurapika looks composed, that's good enough.

One shower (well, two) later and Leorio heads not back to Kurapika's door but his own, saying he will be right back to grab his jacket and ducking inside. He will be right back, but when he strides into Kurapika's room again without stopping to knock and picks up the folded clothes on the bed, he simply leaves them to sit on the chair. He sure has invited himself to stay...

Pajamas and all. Allow him to take a seat on the bed and- wait, more or less. He hasn't said anything but a vague "I'm back" since coming in, hi Kurapika.]

[In the time Leorio had taken to change in his own room, Kurapika had sorted out a phone call with the group out on that mission from earlier. They needed his help, after all. But when Leorio enters the room and invites himself to sit on the bed like that, let alone just, looking at him like that...

This once, Kurapika can set aside work until the morning. They seemed confident that they could handle that much, so he'd trust them. And while he'd already set up plans for Leorio's schooling, should he decide to stay here after all... maybe he could just wait for Leorio to start talking about that. Pushing it seems so demanding.

He moves to sit next to him there, hands in his lap with one of them closed around his phone.]

You don't even ask, you just come in and sit down? [Classy. But he's teasing.]

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

ah....... leaves

excuse me you can't walk out during my concert

am I trapped in this hell, is that what you're saying

yup

ah

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