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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?
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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H-hey! [WARN A GUY... And not with a suspiciously cheery word, next time! It's a good thing he didn't go for over the shoulder, as Kurapika might have reacted a little more harshly. As it is now, he settles down almost immediately, simply looking a little miffed at his own shock.]
You were hurt! [He knows he knows, but he's still going to press that!] You're the one who's showing off.
[He tosses Leorio's tie over his own shoulder just for that, in fact, eyes closed as he seems to be considering something before his next words.] But I suppose I'll let it slide.
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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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He doesn't notice the color to Leorio's face, this time. He doesn't even care about the color rising to his own. His eyes have already gently closed with the kiss, and for once, he doesn't shove this unusual feeling away or down. He embraces it, lifting his hands from off the desk. One reaches forward to grip at whatever cloth he can find, tugging Leorio closer and keeping his knees well enough apart to allow that. The other closes over the one at his ear, curling lightly over his wrist as he smooths his thumb over the backside.
A dramatic confession among tulips to a hook up in an office... This is too much. Kurapika's heart jumps the more he thinks about it, and following these feelings like this-- he just can't stop thinking about it.
It's why he has to pull back for breath a little early in their kiss, and why the break only lasts half a second, long enough for a sharp breath, before he's kissing him again, fingers curling tighter. He's nervous again, somehow, but not in the same way as their first night. It's more fidgety. His knees might touch against Leorio's hips a couple of times, and his heels press back against the desk so much that one of his flats falls off, but that's fine. Just a minute or so later, and the other follows.]
look at these keywords
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.]
they're so accurate it hurts.... dweeb alert, but kurapika digs it apparently
Which is why things are going so smoothly, at least for now. Leorio's awkwardness and nervousness just makes it all the more endearing, and he smiles warmly into that next kiss, moving the hand on Leorio's shirt to start thumbing the buttons undone one by one. He feels fingers on his own skin, now, and shivers a little. He's done with the buttons of Leorio's shirt (and jacket), but he can't bring himself to make that hand leave long enough to worry about arms sliding out of sleeves. This was good enough for now, and his hand moves up to curl around Leorio's neck for a nice hold.
He hums into the kiss, making his enjoyment clear. He's embarrassed... Of course he's embarrassed. This is so openly touchy feely, but that wasn't a bad thing, after all. In fact, each touch seems a little more intimate, each inch of skin a little more sensitive, and the way his stomach twisted and his heart jumped was somehow thrilling.
He was willing to admit he was lost to this. There really was no going back or hiding away anymore.]
[pikt voice] mr. leorio
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.]
[leorio voice] crappyka
That look just earns an innocent yet pleased one in return. Please, if he's so worried about it, maybe he should take his glasses off? He was considering smarting off with something like that when he simply switched sides, and again, he forgets about it in order to enjoy the feeling. (Okay, maybe he doesn't completely forget, with that small chuckle he lets out...)
His legs move, curling a small bit around Leorio's just to see if he can throw him off. To see if sliding a foot down his leg while he's so focused does anything. Because he's feeling a little adventurous in general, today, and after everything going so well from previous steps that were bolder than his usual, why stop now?
But those kisses combined with the smoothing of Leorio's palm over his chest were already enough to feel teasing. He turns his head to allow for more, the fingers at Leorio's neck toying with his hair at the base of it.]
reolio
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.]
Mini kurapika
He makes an impatient sound he'd wished hadn't slipped out, the hint of a frown on his lips as he debates what to do about this. Finally, he settles on lifting his legs a little higher, so they can curl more completely around Leorio's waist. This time, when he tries to use them to tug Leorio impossibly closer, he does it slowly.]
Don't run into the desk. [Maybe a warning will help. He's trying to be cocky like this, but the truth is there's a heat working up in his stomach and his chest feels too tight, right now. He was normally so good at being patient, too...]
Leorio...
[Ah... Being bold is fine, maybe, all of this was fine. But an earlier decision he'd made on a whim was coming back to both haunt him and help him. Turning his head away in his own embarrassment, he lets a couple more kisses pass first.] My back pocket.
[If he dares to try digging in there, he'll find a small bottle of lube that Kurapika can only hope goes unquestioned for now.]
does he actually say neoleo, i don't even know
[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]
i dONT ACTUALLY KNOW but I feel like I should look into this
His face goes beet red, and he tries to keep his emotions in control enough to stay out of his eyes, but that just means that it's written all over his face. His legs loosen a little from around Leorio, but not enough to drop, but the hand not around Leorio's neck presses to his own face with a frustrated groan.]
Shut up, or I'll take it back--! [It might be a good sign that his more childish arguments are coming out, but that threat is serious. He pulls his hand back from his face, and there's a small frown in place as he prepares to reach for it back, if necessary.]
watch all of 1999 just for neoleo which i just typed as nelrilo somehow, what the fuck
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.]
NELRILO..... but don't test me I'd do it
But right now, nothing's coming to mind. He's too flustered. Instead, he pinches the back of his neck lightly in warning, chasing after that quick kiss with one of his own, and hovering there for a moment as he considers his wording. 'If you really want to try...' Well, why else would he have that!!
So instead of confirming in a normal, nice way most couples do, he goes a different route.]
You're insufferable. [Yes, so insufferable, clearly, that is why he is here, on this desk, legs hooked around him, hands at his neck and lips just inches from his.]
why is that a threat if it's you who is going back to 1999 hell
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.]
I will link you screenshots every 3 seconds
And you talk too much. [He retorts, but it's a lot softer than the comment from before. He can't be as cold as usual, not when he's letting his feelings spill over in every other way... Damn.
He reaches up again, this time with both hands, intertwining his fingers with each other behind Leorio's neck. He's nervous. He's still nervous about all of this, now more-so than before, but despite the frown on his lips that's arguably a pout, there's something incredibly fond in his eyes.
When that's lasted a few seconds longer than he meant, he unhooks his hand to let one trail down from his shoulder to his chest, fingers continuing to slide further downward almost in thoughtfulness.]
whoa calm down satan
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.]
nothing stops ash... watch me use these hilariously determined icons during this
Well, that embarrassing thought comes just at that ass squeeze. His breath hitches in his surprise, and reflexively he bites his lip so not to make any strange noises along with it. There's no outright fussy reaction, as much as he wants to slap Leorio for surprising him, because he's hoping it went unnoticed. (As if. He knows it's unrealistic.)
Instead, he directs his attention back to his hand and Leorio's body. If he can't retort and his own reactions threaten leaving him embarrassingly useless, then he'll put all of his energy into inspiring a reaction himself!!
Why is he treating this like a battle, anyway?
Whatever the reason, there's added pressure as he drags his hand downwards, eyes locked there even as he thumbs at the waist of his pants. Skipping from undoing them just yet, he turns his hand and slides it lower, cupping Leorio over the cloth and pressing his palm lightly forward.]
they think they're so cool is the ultimate joke of our lives
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.]
its my favorite thing i cant get over it... imagine them if nostrade forgot something, no more cool
It's more than that, too, though. Leorio is either mellow or excitable, but it's different than seeing him really want something. Selfishly, Kurapika wants to be that thing, and as the thought crosses his mind a shakier breath escapes him and his own hips shift a little. That hand squirming under them to get the right angle is really distracting, but not enough--
He opens his mouth to say something, but the right words don't form, and so instead, there's a noise that's almost like a whine. He's caring less and less what Leorio might say about these things because he has his hand in the perfect place, rubbing upwards and encouraging Leorio closer. He almost wants to tell him not to run into the desk again, but he'll behave for now. Instead, his other hand moves, wrapping around what he can reach of Leorio's waist and pressing his hand flat against what skin he can.
They were going pretty fast here, so why did this feel so painfully slow?]
wow cringe nation, population: nodes
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]
tHeir shame would be heard through the whole building...
All he's thinking is that Leorio better hurry up and take them off, already. He wants to touch as much as he wants to feel, and just this simple motion of arching his back off the desk has him craving more. His cheeks are still hot, even more-so when his pants are pulled off to reveal how much he's gotten into this already, but it fades into background noise as he looks at Leorio.
He looks really into this, too. And if he weren't worried about the desk falling apart beneath them or them toppling over in some display of clumsiness, he might tug Leorio down on top of him more properly so he could kiss those lips, or leave touches that drew out that short, needy way he was speaking again.
Instead, it stays locked in his eyes, which always say more than the rest of him, and he's left reaching for the air between them, his legs unhooking from Leorio and stretching out for as much as he's willing to bother with getting those pants out of the way.]
You're too far. [It's all he can manage to think.]
melody is listening
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.]
melody is regretting her nen abilities
The squeezes that had been bringing small interrupting gasps finally end at a full grip that has him pulling back for a full breath. His eyes blink open, and they're a nice shade of that unique scarlet thanks to all his own sap pouring out into a kiss just moments ago.
He's... great? Kurapika lets out something of a laugh, but it's breathy and impatient, and so it gets cut noticeably short. He pulls himself up and closer, kissing the side of his jaw in a way that makes their earlier kiss seem chaste.]
Leorio. [Even Kurapika can hear the way adoration drips from that name, and he ignores the twisting in his gut that comes from it. Instead, he pulls himself closer still, and with another kiss, the comedy of 'you're really great' is forgotten. There's only sincerity and openness and dorky levels of sap.]
You're... [At least Leorio came up with words to follow. Kurapika just trails off with one more long kiss to his jaw.]
i wrote this in between like 8 other tags prays it's coherent
He'll work on being more poetic some other time. For now, as he tilts his head to give more room for more kisses, he likes those...]
I'm what? [Come on, give him an adjective or two, he earned them. His voice is low and obviously distracted, but he does actually mean this, here and now. The hand on Kurapika's back presses firmly as he strokes slowly with his other hand once, twice. He'll get that adjective, damn it—
Tilting his head to a slightly different angle, his gaze flicks to Kurapika's face—and his red eyes. It's not the first time they've gone scarlet during things like this, though it still sends a jolt through him when he first notices. The color really is beautiful...
Uh, but he's not that far gone into the realm of sappy comments yet. So he'll go on with this dweeby thing,] I wanna know.
Applauds tbh it makes complete sense, amazing
He does feel like Leorio should know what he thinks. What he was going to say. But it's so much harder to voice it than it is trying to let him assume or giving small smiles to tide him over. It's selfish, and he knows it, and that's why, with the painfully slow touches and strokes as backup, he's going to try.]
You're... [He cuts off, there, at the end, one of his feet again trailing along the side of Leorio's leg. This time it's a distraction for himself, amidst the feelings that were too much to take. Leorio was...]
You're-- [He starts again, impatiently and with a small noise as he leans forward and up again. He kisses where he can, ignoring the way his cheeks feel on fire. The fire in his gut right now is something plenty distracting, as well, but he's determined.] ...amazing.
[In the end, he chose a pretty powerful word. God, he's going to die right here, on the spot, his eyes not letting up in their color at all. He knows they must be, now, and so he closes them as he kisses again, blindly at whatever he can reach.
Just, be happy at that and don't poke fun at him!]
claws my way up from intros
grips hand dramatically dONT FALL BACK IN... like i have, ive been typing this 4 too long omfg its 2
you're in the pit
the pikt pit..... well he's just one of many but I like the sound of it
kurapit
god damn it LMFAO
moody
SO MOODY holds head look how sappy this is jesus christ
so much.........................cheese
as long as it's not mozzarella...... kurapika calm down tho
i lied i had most of this written but no non-hilarious icons, also rero
rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero
is that enough rero also yet again i give up on these icons
there are never good icons so just hit random and have a good inappropriately faced time
well i'm doing that for this tag, praying 4 not yelling
that one actually works wtf, i cant do that
praise be
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remember me??? random icon don't fail me now
i would never forget u, shoujo sparkles your way
coughs
[kurapika voice] neoleo