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Kurapika ([personal profile] dialtones) wrote in [community profile] dumbshow2014-12-24 10:22 pm

answer your god damn phone

[How many calls had he missed from Leorio alone?

Honestly, he preferred not to look at the number. It was wrong, but this wasn't something he could pull any of them into. He'd been wrapped up in his own little world, paying attention to the news enough when it related to his work and his end goal, and while he could have gone to the elections or even to visit Gon (his comrades had, after all), he decided against it. Visiting would have just opened up a whole can of other problems.

Maybe it went against what he'd been thinking before, but he had matured a bit since then. With the Spider desperately working to repair itself, and plenty of its members still on the move, Kurapika had to consider how to handle them-- but he was also sitting right on top of the location of the eyes of his brethren. He had to work up to it, and well... That's what he'd done.

There were a large amount of them recovered (he had to deal with a lot of people to get this collection) and given funerals, but it wasn't enough until he had every last set. There were still leads to follow, and so he continued to climb and gain Nostrade's trust.

Trust, though, is what leads him to pulling his cell phone out now. A strange illness was breaking out in the Nostrade organization, and it was worrying Nostrade himself. A few of his workers had already died, and panic was growing. He demanded that Kurapika find him someone to find out what was going on, but to be sure it was someone they could 'trust', because this could very well be an attack on them.

A doctor that he could trust? His first thought was that there was none. But after just a moment's more hesitation, he gives in and speaks his understanding clearly to Nostrade, hitting the call button on his phone and stepping away. His opposite hand curls at his elbow as he waits. This is pulling him in, but if it's just Leorio... It'll be easier to keep him in the dark about a lot of what he's been doing.

He'll use that to justify this selfish decision.]


Leorio?
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-18 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Trying to choke him is becoming a bad habit-! Leorio makes a noise of discomfort that isn't exactly smoothed over by the tie coming off entirely, but it helps. He grumbles something that's definitely about how bad Kurapika is with chairs and tugs at the ends of his hair in 'revenge.'

More importantly, the desk. He looks up enough to give it a look over Kurapika's shoulder, considering. There's really only one appropriate thing to do here...]


Okay. [Said possibly too cheerfully, which is the only warning Kurapika's going to get before Leorio stoops down even more to hook an arm behind his knees and lift him right off his feet. He considered just throwing him over his shoulder, but that might get him in real trouble, so bridal style it is.

As he ambles over to the desk, slightly more leisurely than is necessary:]
I can't believe you carried me around for so long, that time... Show off.

[Shh he knows, but still. Fortunately it won't take too long for him to put Kurapika down on top of the desk. Give him his loser moment he thinks is pretty smooth...]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-18 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Mr. Obscure Clues can't handle a taste of his own medicine? There was a warning! It counted!]

You don't have to! [wait for it] I don't need to show off!

[Because he's that cool, of course. He's satisfied with this much, it seems, as now he puts Kurapika down and leans forward, pressing their heads together. The tie is completely forgotten; he'll probably trip over it later somehow. But now that he can reach Kurapika's face without giving himself back problems, that's the furthest thing from his mind anyway.

He gives him a look - one of those overly soft, fond ones, although at such a close distance it's a little more cross-eyed. Then he slides a hand to rest behind his ear and kisses his lips with a slow, purposeful kiss of his own. At the back of his mind he wonders, is it going to be... different at all, now that - well, now that they've confessed in a park surrounded by tulips?

The thought makes his face heat up more quickly than he ever intended. So yes, and it's already happening...]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[That's different, alright. Leorio's glad they're past the stage where they were almost too nervous to look at each other (granted, that was mostly Kurapika). For both their sake, this is already going much better.

He comes forward when tugged, of course, bumping the desk and Kurapika's legs lightly as he's definitely not paying attention to how far he's moving. It brings a chuckle out of him in that half second Kurapika pulls back - he keeps walking into stuff, and that's- that's very funny right now? A lot of things seem much funnier the more his pulse races and even more things seem much more... vibrant, maybe.

Or maybe that's this really red shirt. Leorio's free hand slides along the side of Kurapika's thigh until he reaches the hem, fiddling with it for a moment. He looks good in it, still, and Leorio wastes no time in pushing it up a few inches, fingers sliding up over the skin underneath after.

It's his turn to break for a breath now, and another breathy laugh comes with it. That time he's sort of embarrassed, and mumbles something unimportant about ignoring that before leaning even more earnestly into the next kiss.]
speeddial: (ripped jeans skin was showing)

[pikt voice] mr. leorio

[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Moving his hand away isn't Leorio's priority either, conveniently enough. He flattens his palm against Kurapika's skin instead and keeps sliding up, red fabric bunching on top of his wrist. That's in the way, but hmm, it can wait. The way Kurapika hums puts the thought of stopping to mess with shirts further from his mind.

Forget shirts, for real. There's nothing on his mind except Kurapika; skin and lips and the way just touching his neck like that is enough to bring color to his cheeks all over again. He's been in over his head for a while now, but each time he thinks he's got himself under control, there's an unexpected reminder like that. Not an unpleasant one, but - well he's not thirteen, how embarrassing.

He moves his other hand away from Kurapika's ear, pausing midway to shake it out of his jacket and shirt sleeves before settling it on his hip with a firm grip. He still doesn't move that other hand, though, so he'll just be half in these clothes for a little bit. More importantly, he wants Kurapika to hum like that again...

Almost out of habit he breaks the kiss after a moment to trail smaller kisses down to his neck. This really is getting to be a habit, maybe because he's so tall he's used to just bending down and settling for what he can reach- or maybe Kurapika has soft skin and he smells nice, but not as sickeningly saccharine-sweet as that sounds when he thinks it. He leans in a little more and slides his hand around to Kurapika's back under his shirt, and-

And that stupid earring swings into his glasses with a clatter that seems way too loud for the quiet of this room, making him sputter. He pulls back to give it a look - Kurapika gets the same one, he's been assaulted by accessories!! - and then simply switches his attentions to the other side.]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not going to take his glasses off!! Because he usually forgets they're on, given how often he falls asleep with them on, but now it's because Kurapika gave him a sassy look. So there.

Back in reality where he's mercifully keeping his thoughts to himself, he's definitely wholly absorbed in what he's doing. Each little reaction from Kurapika is more incentive to keep doing it, and he doesn't go without appreciating the hand smoothing over his skin either. It's just the back of his neck, but it makes him shiver and hum, now.

Kurapika gets his wish, though, as the touch to his leg makes him make another noise- it was supposed to be 'hey!!' but he fumbled it- and his knees buckle reflexively only to hit the front panel of the desk with a dull thump.

He doesn't straighten up to frown again, but he does give his hip a squeeze that's supposed to be ornery, really, it is.]
C'mon, I got enough bruises there already.

[Rude... the side of his neck is quite rude, too, and he'll easily go back to his kisses, only much slower than before.]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
It sure as hell isn't my fault. [He says this with an edge, but he's not raising his voice even a little, so it's obviously just going through the motions. Bicker here, kiss the spot where his jaw meets the bottom of his ear there, and one for the road-] You're the one who picked the desk.

[Not that he would have chosen the floor himself - the desk does a really thorough job of solving the too tall to function problem, it's obvious, but still. Dimly he realizes that the stupid loose way he left his shirt and jacket are going to get in the way of Kurapika's legs around him, so he finally pulls his hand away to shrug them the rest of the way off and drop them to the floor. That's better.

When he leans back in he goes to settle that hand in the dip of Kurapika's spine, so the suggestion is pretty well-timed. He's distracted at first by a few more kisses before it actually sinks in that he's supposed to do something with that. In a mumble,]
Oh- okay?

[Of course, there are only so many things to find in a back pocket while hooking up with someone, so he's hardly expecting a picture of some swirly jungle plants... He's a man of the world, Kurapika!! A man who no doubt keeps a lonely, pristine condom in his wallet no one has ever seen... that world. He does indeed reach down to root around in Kurapika's back pocket, totally unabashed, and pulls away from his neck to look at his grand prize.

There's absolutely no way he can let this go without saying something. He's approaching crimson again and his voice kind of shakes, but honestly the latter is because he could just- laugh stupidly-]


How long were you sitting on this? [DURING BREAKFAST... during pancakes... cover his mouth before he loses it]
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watch all of 1999 just for neoleo which i just typed as nelrilo somehow, what the fuck

[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Who said the mood was ruined? Leorio doesn't consider this a mood ruined at all! Sure, Kurapika is getting a little fussy again, but that's workable.]

Nope! [He does actually laugh now, but it's honestly not to make fun of him... not totally. The fact that he holds the bottle out to the side at arm's length, on the other hand, is somewhat more blatant.] If you really want to try...

[Still: shush, he'll be nice. He grins again before ducking down to plant a quick kiss on his lips, which says he'll shut up way better than he actually ever will out loud.]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-19 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Not cheating. Pinching him is cheating, and he objects with an ow that's much sterner than it needs to be for how light that pinch is.

But ah, his intimate knowledge of Kurapika-speak comes in handy this time. He gives him another short kiss, putting the bottle down on the desk and his hand back under Kurapika's shirt. No rush, since he's insufferable and all... But it's about time for this shirt to come off, and since he has to pull back a couple inches to tug it up and nudge with his other hand for him to raise his arms... comments.]


You're fussy, you know that? [love you too, pikt.]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-20 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Red shirt, he knew ye well. Leorio raises an eyebrow at him - golly, does he talk a lot, he had no idea - and then shrugs. Everyone has to make sacrifices and Kurapika's is getting a word in edgewise, probably.

That look catches him and doesn't let him go, though, while it lasts. He's not expecting it somehow, and opens his mouth to say something definitely way too sappy an honest, but - he's already done a lot of that today. Maybe in a little while. He shakes his head slightly with a smirk.]


Staring at me's not gonna shut me up. [Well, it might help... He finds himself suddenly in disbelief again that they're where they are doing what they're doing— that Kurapika is giving him that look and not hitting him with anything, honestly. And yet as fast as this all has gone, he doesn't want to take any of it back.

So, he won't. That works just fine. He leans in for another kiss with a hum and a repeat impossible shuffle forward into the front of the desk to encourage that wandering hand. After being the one touching without being touched this whole time, just that is enough to catch him up to how badly he wants the sensation of skin against skin.

Ah, so teasing Kurapika is also teasing himself, well... He'll pinch somewhere untoward if he's ribbed about that, okay. With the shirt tossed away he has both hands free; one on his chest, skimming over his ribs and down his stomach, and the other quite plainly skipping the back pocket and dipping right past the waist of his pants.

He wonders: will an ass-squeeze get him in fussy trouble? But whatever, he's going for it.]
speeddial: (ripped jeans skin was showing)

they think they're so cool is the ultimate joke of our lives

[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[That honestly won't shut him up if he still has something to say, either... Luckily he's done (for now), and shifts the bulk of his focus back to Kurapika's body under his hands. Squeezing his ass gets pretty much the exact reaction he was hoping for, although he controls his urge to chuckle again so he can stay un-slapped.

Well, he looks smug about it, but that's it!! So when he does it again it's less abrupt and he's soon trying to angle his hand to move around to the front without snapping his wrist or actually having to stop touching him. He's almost got it, or rather, he's got the back of his hand pressing against Kurapika's hip and tugs a little on the fabric of his pants.

These jungle pajamas are going to give him hell always, aren't they. He can tell. Perhaps to make up for- or because of how he's uselessly fumbling everywhere, he's much less concerned with what sounds he's making. The more purposeful touches draw his breath out in impatient little huffs, shoulders tense. It seems like he might tell him to get on with it already when Kurapika palms him, and the line of his shoulders draws a bit more taut- not out of frustration anymore.

He almost says "never mind" out loud, but realizes and stops himself. Look, he's shutting up- save for a low noise in his throat that takes the place of having to ask for more. He's momentarily distracted from what his own hands are supposed to be doing and curls his fingers around the waist of Kurapika's pants as he pushes his hips forward slowly into his hand.

This desk... is going to be the death of him.]
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[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-20 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[That slowness is both infuriating and not, oddly enough. Leorio won't even pretend he's not moving his hips to follow Kurapika's touches, because he obviously is - not quite rocking against his palm, but close. He must look fairly ridiculous, and if the tension humming between them wasn't enough to get him hard just from groping-through-the-pants, he might even care about looking like an idiot. But he hasn't been teased - verbally - for a couple minutes, so those thoughts drift easily away.

Jeez. He tugs at the waist of Kurapika's pants again, more pointedly. If his own pants are staying on right now and he's going to keep bumping the desk, then Kurapika's silly pajamas need to come off. It's... only fair...?

It's that little whine, really. The noises Kurapika makes certainly get him going (and he's so smooth, check him out), so, logically. The PJs have to go so he can put his hands wherever he wants.]
Kurapika... up— Lift a little, come on.

[thanks leorio]
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melody is listening

[personal profile] speeddial 2015-02-20 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[That's the only good thing about these PJ pants. Leorio has a moment where he genuinely tries to sort through the logistics of getting the pants totally off without actually taking a step back, but that's actually stupid. He huffs, truly frustrated that he can't remove pants and have Kurapika's hands on him at the same time, stepping back to pull them the rest of the way off. Goodbye PJs, he hardly knew ye.

Then there's a pause. Leorio just looks at Kurapika for a moment, and half a dozen absurdly sappy things go through his mind and he considers saying most of them, but—]
I'm- oh.

[Right. It's barely a full step that puts him back up against the desk, but it feels like the difference between being there and being out in the hall, or further. Before he gets to appreciating the lack of PJs, though, he cups both sides of Kurapika's face with his hands and kisses him soundly on the lips. There are too many emotions trying to go into that kiss at once - he's happy but full of nerves, and maybe a little overwhelmed with affection. All the excess spills out into the kiss, like he needs to do this before he can focus on the rest.

Not that he isn't always radiating too much affection, but there's a saturation point eventually. This is it- before he actually breaks the kiss his hands drift down from Kurapika's face, one flattening against the small of his back to hold him close while he sets the other on one knee to slide up his thigh.

He stops once to squeeze. This is a squeezy evening. He'd just keep doing that until he's touched every bit of skin he can reach, but getting a taste of his own ridiculous teasing medicine is so... He drags the heel of his hand the rest of the way to curling fingers around his cock. He's clear on this part, okay, but just give him- one second-]
... You're- really great.

[His other sappy comments weren't this... dorky... damn.]

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