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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?
i would never forget u, shoujo sparkles your way
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.]
coughs
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.]
[kurapika voice] neoleo
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.