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"My word… why are you behaving so adorably?"
Kurapika blushed, uncertain how to continue. His choice was made for him when Kuroro turned Kurpaika around and bent him over the kitchen counter nearby.
"W-what? Kuro, what are yo-"
"You really know how to rile me up, don't you Kura?"
Kuroro used one hand to hold down Kurapika's shoulders, the other making quick work of their buttons and zippers below. Trousers unfastened, he ripped open a condom hurriedly and slipped it on. Kuroro rubbed his erection against Kurapika's entrance. It hadn't been long since their last time and Kurapika was still soft enough to accept him.
"Ah, Kuro! Ngh." Kurapika grunted at the intrusion, hissing slightly at the stretch. He pushed his hips back further, hoping to hold the older man in place while he accustomed himself to the man's length again.
Kuroro paused. Kurapika was tighter than he thought. He didn't want to hurt his partner. That wasn't what he liked in bed.
The blond started stroking his own length to full mast, grinding his hips against the older man. Kuroro gritted his teeth as he held still, letting Kurapika take his own pleasure. When he held Kurapika like this, it just made him want to hold the younger man even closer.
Kurapika started moving more, loosening up enough for Kuroro to thrust. Grabbing Kurapika's hips, he gripped them tightly sliding in and out slowly, savoring the feeling. Kurapika's moans and grunts at each thrust affected Kuroro more than he wanted to admit.
Being here, in Kurapika's space, holding Kurapika, surrounded by Kurapika's scent. It was a heady feeling. He told Kurapika as much.
"Everything here… Kurapika… it has your scent… it's driving me mad…" He punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his hips, the blond's moans an accompaniment to his every phrase.
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After the kitchen, they moved to the bedroom. One round wasn't enough and they were already on round two.
"Kuro…" Kurapika sighed his lover's name, reclining back against the older man's broad chest as Kuroro continued to move into him from behind.
Kuroro kissed Kurapika's sweaty neck, his damp hair. Their exertions were wearing Kurapika out, but not his libido. Kurapika still met his thrusts, responding to every stimulation.
"You're quite sensitive today Kura. Granted, you're always sensitive - ngh!"
Kurapika chose that moment to tighten down on Kuroro's length.
"Kura…," Kuroro purred. "Are you aware of how tightly you're squeezing me. The older man wrapped his arms more tightly around Kurapika, using his leverage to pound harder into the smaller man.
Their passion wound higher and higher, breaths and moans mingling as they worked towards their peaks. Kurapika couldn't believe he was doing this at his apartment. With Kuroro. He'd never have imagined this scenario and now his mind was going blank with pleasure.
Laying Kurapika down on the bed, Kuroro pulled out so he could move on top of the smaller man. Facing each other now, he sank back into Kurapika's depths. They both groaned at the sensation, the feeling more intense as their panting breaths overlapped in the space between them. Kuroro gripped the sheets beside Kurapika's head, trying to ground himself as he pushed them closer to orgasm.
Pace increasing, the sounds of sex and skin and sweat filling their air. Kurapika gripped Kuroro's hips, pulling him deeper and grinding down on his cock as he rode the length to orgasm, walls tightening so much Kuroro had no choice but to spill his seed inside, body shuddering at the climax.
Panting, head falling forward, Kuroro met the blond's eyes. Expression softer than it ever had been.
"I love you."
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Kurapika's eyes slowly blinked open. The silhouette of a man stood in front of the window, light streaming in around him. Focusing his eyes, Kurapika realized it was Kuroro. Right, they'd spent the night together. In Kurapika's apartment.
And he's said 'I love you.'
Kuroro turned away from the window. "Ah, you're awake."
Kurapika stretched and yawned, sheet falling away to reveal a body covered in fresh hickeys.
"Mm, g'morning." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he spoke.
"Judging by that relaxed tone, it seems you're in a good mood. I laid some clothes on the bed. Get dressed."
Looking around, he spied the outfit. He mumbled a thanks, getting himself dressed. As his mind started to wake up, Kurapika realized Kuroro was fully dressed. If he had time to find Kurapika's wardrobe and pick out an outfit, he probably had time to snoop around too. Didn't seem like he'd found it though.
Kurapika glanced at his bedside drawer, debating. He'd be happy to get a gift from his boyfriend, right? Opening the drawer, he pulled out a small wrapped box. Ugh. Kurapika wasn't familiar with feeling so much doubt about his actions. And to be so forward with someone he was dating? Very out of character.
It's not like Kurapika didn't know this was a dangerous man. That this happiness could end at any time. But… it wasn't wrong to enjoy it while he could. He made his decision.
"So, Kuro… Thank you for the bag you got me. It's a little late, but…" He fiddled with the box, watching Kuroro turn back to face him. "… I wanted to five you something in return."
Kuroro glanced at the box, then at Kurapika.
"Well, go on, you can ta-"
Kurapika didn't finish his sentence before the box was snatched out of his hands, paper ripped off without grace and the box open in record time. Geez, what's the deal, is he enemies with wrapping paper too?
Inside the box was a plain leather wallet and a small note that read 'For Kuro.'
"A wallet…?" Kuroro sounded confused. He flipped open the wallet. Inside was the first picture the two had taken together, on the instant film. The one where Kuroro was smiling and Kurapika wasn't even looking at the camera.
"This photo…" It was take right after their first time. Kurapika started to get nervous. Why did Kuroro stop? Why wasn't he saying anything? Did he not like it…
Kurapika rocked back on his heels, waiting impatiently.
"I realize I’m only telling you this now, but the truth is… when I was last visiting the Eastern City, I stopped by Greed Island."
Huh? When he was last on a trip to the Eastern City, I was in Greed Island for work. What is he saying? Kurapika remembered because he'd even talked to Kuroro about meeting, but he'd said a visit wouldn't fit in his schedule, so the blond just left.
"I didn't think I'd have the time to go, but I ended up moving some things around. I didn't do it believing I'd see you there. But I knew there was a very small chance. In the end, we never did cross paths. I felt like I had only wasted my time. It felt like a loss… however… just knowing that I was near you, I couldn't help myself."
What the- that almost sounded downright romantic. And very out of character for the dangerous man Kurapika knew.
"I wanted to see your face, even if only for a minute… to do that, no loss was too great. So… just like then, and without any expectations, I want to ask…"
The dark-haired man paused, smiling softly at Kurapika.
"Would you…like to live together?"
Kurapika's mouth dropped open, eyes widening. Living together? Kuroro was full of surprises today.
Problem after problem was racing through Kuroro's mind. Even the night before, they had trouble at the club. If they lived together, what then…? Would the troubles ever cease?
Kurapika could only imagine the insane things that would come up… and yet… his heart felt so full at the thought. He looked at Kuroro, eyes searching for a sign of something, anything. Something that would tell him the heart bursting feeling he had was a mistake, that he shouldn't want this as badly as he seemed to.
He only saw love and acceptance in Kuroro's eyes. This man would accept a rejection here, even if it was temporary. It made Kurapika feel happy. No, Kurapika thought. They were both happy… and they could extend that happiness, if Kurapika just said yet.
"Let me ask again." Kuroro smiled. "Will you live with me?"
The problems of cohabitation, the potential issues that would inevitably crop up faded away. Kurapika wanted to say yes. He would embrace this happiness. He said yes.
"I'd love to."