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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?
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
He's not sure what he was expecting, but somehow amazing surprises him. He would have settled for "predictable" again, at this point and in this situation. Amazing... It makes something tug in his chest when he hears it, and again as he thinks about it, amazing...!
The look on his face is pretty suddenly embarrassing, so it's good for both of them that Kurapika closes his eyes. Leorio turns his head to catch his lips when he leans in to kiss, pressing against him with mouth and both hands and— god, he's making such an embarrassing face. Amazing— He starts to laugh before he even breaks the kiss, almost sheepish.
This isn't making fun, for the record.]
Hmm. You think so? [yes leorio super smooth, fresh jar of skippy.wav
He's not really saying that to get an answer, though, which is obvious when he kisses him again, more powerfully. The hand on Kurapika's back he lifts to put on the desk behind him instead, bracing himself as he leans impossibly further. Thank god this furniture isn't going to tip over.]
grips hand dramatically dONT FALL BACK IN... like i have, ive been typing this 4 too long omfg its 2
No, he's just happy-- and right now, Kurapika can't bring himself to be even a little annoyed at it. Even if he weren't distracted by the kissing, the touches, the movements... This is too much.
Into that kiss, he gives something of a muffled moan that might have been an answer if he weren't preoccupied. A slide of his arm knocks off a folder of papers, but he doesn't concern himself with it. Instead, he's taking advantage of the closeness again. He can reach him now, and so he'll answer with his hands, trailing down his chest and squeezing each bit of the way. He's not paying much attention to what he's doing, just knowing that he wants to, and that it might get a reaction out of Leorio.
He doesn't want to stop kissing him, and he doesn't want him to stop coming closer. They may make a mess of this nearly-bare office and too much noise, but he doesn't care. In this one moment, he's not concerned. And it feels great.
His hands travel lower, resting at Leorio's hip bones before one dips even further to take him in hand, giving a few quick strokes of his own. Get up here, just get up here--
He wants to say it, but it comes out as another moan instead. How can he show Leorio what he thinks properly if he's so far? Each inch feels like a mile, it's unbelievably cheesy and he already is hating himself for thinking this way, but he can't deny it. And so again, he kisses back, his small noises muffled by their lips.]
you're in the pit
He breaks the kiss to take in a sharp breath when he's stroked- like he hadn't realized just how badly he wants and wants right now until that contact. So with his own hand still moving and the other still on the desk he shifts blindly, a bit forward, then back, to one side—
This desk is honestly going to give him grief now, really? He doesn't need to take this from a desk.
He's at a stupidly simple impasse; if he makes a real effort to just climb onto the desk, he'll have to sacrifice a solid few seconds of being touched, but the very idea of doing that is so unappealing when his skin feels on fire and he can't think of a thing his hands are supposed to do besides be on Kurapika somewhere. That, and he suddenly thinks this desk might be too small for them both.
Shit. Well.] Kurapika, [he says it against his mouth, then continues between kisses, wondering if this is going to sound as stupid to Kurapika as it does just before he says it.] The desk isn't... The desk sucks.
the pikt pit..... well he's just one of many but I like the sound of it
Leorio is fumbling, physically and mentally, it seems, and Kurapika is far too impatient to let him keep trying like this. Now with one hand wrapped in a hook around Leorio's neck, pulling himself closer, and the other giving distracted strokes between his own pleasure, he groans out his impatience.]
Leorio, I don't-- [They're still kissing between this, and he doesn't want to give that up, if the way he presses into the next one says anything. A heavy breath follows afterwards, and he opens his eyes long enough to look Leorio in his.] I don't care where we do it.
[Just don't let go of him.]
kurapit
Except Kurapika is practically losing it as well... It's all Leorio can do to remember to focus on the desk problem while he's moving and touching and making sounds like that. 'I don't care where we do it'—that sends a jolt through him that makes his breath catch in his throat and he sputters it out, his grip tightening a bit reflexively.
Okay. So.] Uh- [With effort he tears his gaze from Kurapika's face, looking down to the floor. He's not just going to flop Kurapika down where Nostrade rolled around like a moron before, but good, their shirts and his jacket are in a good enough pile for this. Better than the desk, in any case.]
Grab that. [He nudges the bottle of lube with the back of his wrist, then hooks his arm around Kurapika to lift him right off the desk, pivot, and kiss whatever he can reach as he drops to kneeling on the floor. (Too hard; more bruises for his collection.)
The angle's all messed up and he can't move his hand as freely with how thoroughly he's pressed the two of them together, but for the next minute or so that doesn't really matter.]
god damn it LMFAO
Even those falters in words and movement. He's so completely deep in this Leorio hell that he can't remember to be annoyed or bothered by them-- just impatient, and wanting, and a little endeared, depending. If only he was so accepting all the time.
He listens to Leorio's request without any questioning or comments, another thing he should probably learn to do more, and snatches up the bottle with a clumsy grab. It's just in time to grip at Leorio for balance as he's moved from the desk to the floor. And somehow, changing positions like this has his heart beating even harder, to the point where his chest aches a bit. That mixes with the heat and twisting in his stomach, and he steals Leorio's lips for another kiss. He'll ignore the small bump in it as Leorio's poor knees hit the ground.
The hand clutching the bottle stays between them now, fingertips brushing over his chest where he can without dropping the thing, as the other grips into his hair at the nape of his neck, kissing harder, even gasping into it.]
moody
Later. For now, he leans into the kiss much more enthusiastically than strictly necessary, but he's taking this opportunity to actually tip forward and get them more thoroughly onto the floor. The hand wrapped around Kurapika to hold him in place slides around to his hip, then up his side, then drags back down again. He's keeping himself from falling over entirely onto Kurapika by sheer force of will, somehow, with both hands occupied touching and stroking.
That lasts all of the duration of this kiss, before he moves one of his knees and then starts to tilt sideways. He breaks away from Kurapika's lips with an oops, putting his elbow down to not lose his balance right now.
Then, hovering close to his lips and with nowhere to look but his face, it probably becomes obvious a moment before he says it what he's going to say, from the usual overly soft look on his face-] I- I love you.
[Well, he's already totally comfortable saying that whenever it occurs to him. Enjoy it. He almost adds something about he can't believe this is happening, in a definitely-too-sappy way. Instead of saying it, though, he just considers Kurapika for a moment before shifting up a little to press a kiss to his forehead.
They may be going at it on the floor, but so what!!]
SO MOODY holds head look how sappy this is jesus christ
He gasps into that kiss, back arching as his hips buck upwards to encourage every bit of himself to be touched. His own hands are wandering, too, down from Leorio's shoulders over his chest, around to his sides, his back, back to his hips-- wherever he'll reach with the distance between them that seems to change with every wobble or press forward Leorio makes. His hands squeeze at Leorio's hips, ready to wander further and give him more for that kindness he still admires-- but the kiss stops, and he opens his eyes curiously to see what he's up to.
Ah, nearly falling over. The motion gets the smallest of smiles from Kurapika, and he'd likely have leaned up to kiss along his jaw if Leorio wasn't suddenly leaning lower, hovering, giving him that look.
His heart about melts. That dumb-- That kind-- Emotion wells in his chest and threatens to bring more to his eyes than this feeling, but he fights back any chance of tears. He doesn't want to ruin this. The result is probably the most openly touched expression he's ever held... He'll be embarrassed about this later, but for now, he lets him kiss his forehead, lets all of that emotion pack together into something so tight in his chest that he needs something more.
He pulls a hand back and it rests softly at the side of Leorio's face. Kurapika leans up, softly pressing a kiss next to his ear and hovering there for a moment longer.] I... [The stutter is accidental. He's not as used to saying this, but it's not uncomfortable.]
I love you, too, Leorio. [Just to be clear... Since he so rarely is. Another kiss near his ear follows, and that hand at his face dips back down to take his length in hand, stroking him.]
Don't stop coming closer.
so much.........................cheese
He could just about burst from the emotion and openness between them right now. It's probably better for his heart that Kurapika is usually so reserved; he doesn't think he'd make it if he had this many emotions swelling in him all the time. Well, in this particular configuration, anyway - he always has too many emotions.
It's almost a disappointment that he can't see Kurapika's face when he speaks. Almost- an 'I love you' right before it's his turn to gasp at that touch, pressing forward with his hips against Kurapika's hand? Like hell he's going to find something to make a fuss about now. He makes a noise low in his throat, turning his head one way to pull off his glasses finally, then back to kiss the side of Kurapika's jaw.
The sappy stuff is nice (it's great, who is he kidding), but he gives Kurapika's length some quicker strokes then, like he's trying to catch up... He wants to hear him gasp again, as he tilts his head up a little to look- elsewhere.]
You don't have to tell me... [He says it with an edge, but it's distraction more than anything else. Where the hell did that bottle go? Don't tell him he has to sit up and look for it. He kisses Kurapika's face again, looking off to the side for the mystery bottle... He's almost unaware of what he says next, despite its weight.] I won't. Ever, Kurapika. Not ever.
[okay but where is it]
as long as it's not mozzarella...... kurapika calm down tho
It's already gotten to be too much, and Kurapika can't stand to wait for Leorio to find the damn bottle himself. With an impatient noise, he drops his hands from Leorio completely, patting down around himself (which side had he dropped it on? he can't remember), until finally fingers close around the bottle wedged between two articles of clothing.
He doesn't waste any time shoving it at Leorio's hand, leaning up with the motion to kiss at Leorio's neck hungrily. God, just hurry up. His thoughts have been long gone for a while now, but now he's getting physically antsy, encouraging him with grabby hands at whatever's in reach. Soft squeezes to his sides, his back, his chest, all while his next kiss aims for a more sensitive part of his neck, rough and intent on leaving a mark.]
i lied i had most of this written but no non-hilarious icons, also rero
Also check out his very obvious pause before he has to fidget a little bit and let go of Kurapika, needing both hands to get the bottle open and some lube onto his fingers without spilling it all over the place. He's being a little too spill-conscious, maybe, but that's because of nerves - his thoughts are a jumble of things to worry about, like what if he does something wrong or hurts Kurapika or totally falls over at the worst moment-!!
After a moment he studiously ignores all of those things, or tries to, and fidgets again to rearrange some limbs and get his hand down between Kurapika's legs. He has enough sense not to break the mood to ask if this is okay like a total dope- he's pretty certain this is okay by this point, given the context, ahem. But he does lack the sense that would stop him from pulling away just enough to look intently at Kurapika while he does this, like he has about three seconds to change his mind before Leorio presses a slick finger inside him, slowly.]
rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero rero
Don't stare, stupid is something he really wants to say right about now, but when he opens his mouth to say it, it comes out like a broken moan that he interrupts with a light bite over his own finger. Embarrassing... He wasn't factoring all this embarrassment in when deciding to do this.
Even still, he goes with feeling and spreads his legs a little further apart, literally biting back any additional noises as Leorio continues. It's weird, so sensitive that it's on that strange line between uncomfortable and nice (any touch is nice at this point, he can feel every one), and distracting enough, yet again, to leave Leorio unattended to.]
is that enough rero also yet again i give up on these icons
Of course he's been left unattended to... That figures. He chews his lip, thinking that if he just doesn't think too deeply about that or what he's doing, it'll go much better. This logic has worked before and damn if it won't work now--
The speed with which they got to this point has gone out all at once, with his careful touches and more little huffs of air, like he keeps holding his breath and then realizing what he's doing. He mumbles something without any actual words, a meaningless bunch of sounds just meant to reassure Kurapika of- something, that he's here maybe and it's good, despite not being touched nearly enough yet... Something like that.
He shifts minutely again, angling his hand better to press into him more before he gets to sliding in another finger. Bowing his head, he kisses what he can comfortably reach of Kurapika's chest. Not thinking about it is working, for sure.]
there are never good icons so just hit random and have a good inappropriately faced time
Somehow, the mumblings are enticing. They're stupid and he can't understand a thing, but the tone is encouraging, and it helps to work him out of his thoughts. Instead, he's focusing on the heat between them, the lips at his chest and the way those fingers press in enough to cause a sensation he hasn't felt before. His moan this time sounds noticeably like an "oh", but luckily he's already in the mindset of not really caring what he sounds like.
Hopefully no one's on this floor right now.]
You're too slow... [Of course he has time to complain, though. As if this slowness isn't helping him in the long run. He knows that, too, but come on.]
well i'm doing that for this tag, praying 4 not yelling
He'll take all the time he wants, if he wants to, so there... Not that he'll intentionally go slower, because he'll definitely lose it if he has to keep listening to every sound Kurapika makes without getting anything in return, but the principle-!]
You've got time... [That's not the point but who cares. He'll keep the same pace for a bit longer before lifting his head again. Is this, uh, enough? He has needs, damn it--]
Kurapika, um... [nope, there are no words that aren't embarrassing] Can I-?
that one actually works wtf, i cant do that
Again, he's asking, and Kurapika almost wants to tease him for it. It's difficult to tease from this position, though, and so he simply nods, nervous impatience showing in every shift and squirm of his body.
He's so worked up, there's no way he won't get any pleasure out of this. A little, a lot, it doesn't matter right now, he just wants him to do it. Both hands reach out to grab for him, encouraging and greedy as he closes his eyes and focuses on relaxing.
He's not going to last long like this at all... Just do it already!!]
praise be
Right after he sits up to get some more lube, embarrassingly urgently. He draws back his fingers and mouth- and, ah, because Kurapika has his eyes closed, he mumbles-] Gimme a second.
[They've got time-- still, it takes barely any time to get the lube into his hand and over his cock, and then he's back leaning over Kurapika as he positions himself. One hand settles just above Kurapika's hip to brace himself, gripping harder than necessary but he'll apologize about that later. There's another dopey pause where he glances up at Kurapika's face, in case maybe he's suddenly changed his mind, before he gets to the point and slowly (again) pushes inside.
Then he sort of freezes, because he needs a minute to adjust from being neglected to this much sensation at once. It's a heady rush, but he's not just going to- he has stamina-! He makes a noise between a moan and a "whoa," so--give him. A moment.]
no subject
Keep--
[God, he knows Leorio is adjusting here (it really was hard to touch him back during all of that), but this slowness now, during this, was just causing a strange sensation at his back that craved for more. It's quickly building and too much to handle to be speaking casually in the middle of it all, so he groans, his back arching as he tries to encourage whatever motions are going to soothe this itch.
He only ended up saying 'keep' instead of 'keep going' but he's already given up on finishing that. Leorio could get the picture.]
remember me??? random icon don't fail me now
i would never forget u, shoujo sparkles your way
coughs
[kurapika voice] neoleo