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[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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[Maybe Leorio isn't very aware of those last words, but Kurapika takes every syllable to heart. Even as distracted as he is by the quicker strokes, he groans softly, squirming beneath him to press his hips upwards. His own hand motions are slower and distracted, as they have been half of the time, but it's hardly his fault when they're switching off sappy looks and touching.

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.]

[Leorio makes a noise like he's about to object to Kurapika's hands off him - slow touches are better than nothing, after all - but ah, there's the stupid bottle. At least they're on task, in a bumbling way. His annoyed noise changes into an accomplished hum, laced with satisfaction in response to the next kiss to his neck. Check out this teamwork...

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.]

[His lips part from Leorio's neck, and the noise he makes catches in his throat. The feeling is startling no matter how slow Leorio goes, but that wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't staring at him like that. His face goes a shade redder almost instantly, and one of his hands raises to nearly cup over his mouth.

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.]

[Immediately, Leorio realizes that he can't keep staring at him all on his own, or he's going to light up bright red himself and lose his remaining composure. He huffs out a breath and looks at Kurapika's shoulder instead, as totally different as that is.

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.]

[This change in speed is like whiplash, sending that heat that had been welling up in his stomach up his spine. He gasps, hand sliding away from his mouth, and the other curls around the back of Leorio's neck to curl fingers there.

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.]

[He has time to complain but not to lend Leorio a hand, oh, he sees how it is. In any other situation he'd snap back at him for that; this time he just lifts his head to give Kurapika a look and then drop back down to what he was doing.

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-?

[Got time, he says, and Kurapika wants to combat it. Stupid, how can he be expected to help him in any way when he's waiting for something like this, hurry up! Or something like that. He can barely hold a thought, though, and the urge leaves as soon as it comes, replaced with an intense focus on the way Leorio's fingers had just moved.

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!!]

[Oh, now he gets some hands on him... He breathes out an 'okay, okay' that's part amused and part nervous. Going this far with not nearly enough contact has jump-started every inch of his skin, and he's as aware of the need to just do it as Kurapika is.

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.]

[Ouch, that grip is enough to make his eyes close a little tighter. But he forces himself to relax even past that, gasping out a surprised noise when Leorio finally does enter. He swears, if he pauses to ask him if he's okay, he's going to kick him in the face. He opens his eyes, immediately looking to Leorio's face to gauge his own reaction, and his hands grip tighter over his arms.]

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.]

[In Leorio's defense, he wasn't going to ask this time. Glance at Kurapika a few more times, maybe, but that's all--! It's too much suddenly for him to speak as well (a true miracle), so - well, he doesn't. He manages a noise of acknowledgement at Kurapika's non-sentence that becomes a moan as Kurapika moves beneath him.

Okay, he's got this now. Loosening his iron grip to adjust that as well, he moves again to lean over Kurapika and push into him further. The feeling and his own ridiculous slowness are an odd combination of pleasure and stupid, but he can't help but be careful at first...

Again he pauses, but it's much, much more brief this time, before he earns another demand to hurry up already-- His free hand trails up the back of Kurapika's thigh and squeezes, holding him steady there too. Leorio makes another meaningless noise, more eager this time than wracked with nerves (he didn't freak out, how lame), finally starting to rock his hips up to a steady rhythm.]

[Leorio pushes even further and Kurapika's voice catches in his throat, the next sounds coming out as muffled sighs and heavy breaths. His grip on Leorio is inconsistent; sometimes he'll grip tight, a little too tight, and others it's loose and barely there. Now, they nearly slip away, but he holds onto focus and his fingertips touch down before they curl in and around Leorio, taking advantage of him leaning down more like this.

It hurts, of course it would, but it's dull and distant compared to the sparks that crop up with every touch, every bit of physical contact. His face scrunches up at first with concentration on the feeling, but with each thrust from Leorio, he eases up, his grip gets a little less harsh, and his eyes open. They're half-lidded, but it's enough to search out Leorio's face, which is what he'd been going for.

He feels like he wants to say something, but this tugging at his heart has the words stuck. Not that it would have mattered much, anyway. His head feels like it's full of white noise right now, only hearing his own heartbeat and whatever noises Leorio's making. He groans out a little, and without thinking, he raises his hips to meet the next roll of Leorio's, gasping out at the wave of pleasure it brought out.

Pain and discomfort were gone from his mind, now, as were any instances of their own awkwardness throughout this. It was... working now. It was fine now. Slowness and clumsiness aside, they didn't fall off any chairs this time, this was an improvement, right?

He doesn't want to close his eyes again. And he doesn't seem to find it weird to stare into Leorio's, right now. He wants to see those expressions.]

[At some point, Leorio's eyes slip closed. There are other things to focus on, like staying balanced and moving and feeling, things way more interesting than worrying about where exactly he should be looking. Because... well, because he thought about it for more than a second, and now it's a thing. Briefly, then, his eyes are closed and he keeps the same pace going.

It's really brief, though, because he opens them again the moment Kurapika moves his hips, breathing catching at the sensation it brings. Noticing Kurapika is staring at him now takes him another moment, caught up as he is in gripping Kurapika's hip, to rock into him with a little more force. He catches his eye and flushes redder than he's been already, mouth screwing up into a frown that can't help but try to smile at him anyway.

He was cool there, for a second. Too bad...

Thankfully he doesn't think it's weird, or stop- he breathes out an almost-laugh, leaning down to kiss him. He's hardly stopping to aim properly so it's a little off the mark, but he's making a point!!

Mumbled,] You're done pinching? [Which he means in a romantic way, or at least the tone he uses does, and how he punctuates it with another shift to seek out Kurapika's lips again.]

[Romantic... Kurapika's so lost in feeling and the sloppy half-missed kisses they're giving each other that he can't bring himself to reply to that in more than a soft moan attempting words. They've worked up to this so much that he feels close already, and the way his hips press up and into each movement desperately should show that much.

His mouth won't stay closed, gasping and kissing at Leorio's lips as he reaches his arms more comfortably around him. He pulls his chest close, too, eyes closing finally.]

Leorio... [Does he realize, he wonders, how much he wants him? How he loves him. These quiet, subtle things he's never bothered to make known, he's hidden even from himself. Things he always treated carelessly and abandoned for even more selfish goals... How could Leorio have known before now?

Just those three words earlier in the day had made them both walk on air. Kurapika realizes it now, between the high of these movements and the reality of what they're doing. He thinks his actions say a lot right now. The soft touches, the curling of fingers into hair and the way he kisses all along his jaw only to come back to his lips for more.

But it's not enough. Not after how he's been. And right now he needs this to be known. For him to realize and never forget it, so that if he was so foolish again in the future, he wouldn't struggle in wonder. The next press up of his hips is a little slower, more punctuated, and he gasps out at Leorio's cheek before he speaks, soft as ever.]

I love you.

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answer your god damn phone

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

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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