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There are still lingering moments from the trauma of his earlier years.
Like when Leorio’s hand trails gently up Kurapika’s slender neck, and suddenly all Kurapika can think about is how easily Leorio could crush his windpipe. How easily Leorio could take advantage of his vulnerability. Kurapika tenses on instinct, but then relaxes again as Leorio’s big hand settles gently, so gently, under his chin.
Right. It’s Leorio. He wouldn’t. He would never.
Sometimes, Kurapika has to remind himself that not everyone is trying to hurt him. Especially not his husband.
“Sunshine?” Leorio tilts Kurapika’s chin gently with his hand and Kurapika allows it, looking over his shoulder up at Leorio.
“Something wrong?” Leorio asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern.
Kurapika lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Relaxes against Leorio, focuses on sensory details—the strong arm wrapped around his waist, the broad chest behind him. “No,” he says finally. Communicate. “Just...reflexes kicked in for a second. But I am trying to remain in the moment, not in my head.”
Leorio smiles widely and smooches his cheek. “But you didn’t smack me or push me away! See, you’ve made so much progress. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.” Ridiculously, Kurapika blushes. He really is trying—it feels nice to be validated. “So, back to what you were doing?” he prompts, nudging Leorio softly in the ribs.
Leorio snorts. “Right, right. Impatient.”
Kurapika lets out an undignified squeak as he finds himself lifted up from Leorio’s lap. Leorio nudges him gently until he’s sprawled out on his back, head on the pillow comfortably.
“Lemme take care of you, sunshine,” he says with a kiss to Kurapika’s lips.
Absurd. But...sweet. “Show-off,” Kurapika scoffs, but he presses a finger over Leorio’s mouth before he can shout back a retort. “You spoil me far too much.”
Leorio gives him a dopey smile and kisses Kurapika’s finger, making him blush and pull it away. “‘Cause I like seeing you happy,” he hums. “You’re so pretty Pika. Have I ever told you you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met?”
“Once or twice.” Kurapika’s breath hitches when Leorio hikes up his shirt and thumbs his nipples gently. “Mmm, feels good.”
But Kurapika’s not usually one to let Leorio have all the fun. He throws his arms around Leorio’s neck and tugs him down for a messy kiss, tongue sliding languidly into Leorio’s mouth as Leorio keeps playing with his breasts.
Kurapika’s also not one to be insecure, at least outwardly, and his breasts are no different. First of all, they’re as small as the rest of him, and it’s ridiculous to assume that boobs determine one’s gender. There’s no reason Kurapika shouldn’t enjoy the pleasant sensations of Leorio’s hands and mouth on them.
“What’s this?” Leorio teases when he notices Kurapika rubbing his thighs together. Leorio wraps a hand around each thigh and holds his legs spread, exposed and denied, and Kurapika huffs.
It’s meant to be playful annoyance, but as Kurapika breathes out it sounds needy even to him. He can’t let himself admit it out loud, but gods is it hot when Leorio denies him like this.
His pride is strong, but right now his arousal is stronger.
One hand trails up his thigh, tucking into Kurapika’s underwear to rub his knuckles against his clit. Kurapika moans quietly into Leorio’s mouth.
“Sunshine,” Leorio pants when he breaks away. “How do you feel about inside tonight?”
There’s obviously nothing Kurapika wants more right now, but Leorio is nothing if not caring. Kurapika looks him in the eye. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
“Yes sir.” But in his mind: Let’s fucking goooooooo!!
Leorio presses their crotches together for a moment, rubbing his clothed erection against the front of Kurapika’s underwear, and they both gasp.
“Enough of that,” Kurapika huffs, going for Leorio’s waistband. “Strip my clothes off me already.”
“You’re bossy,” Leorio scoffs, but he tugs Kurapika’s shirt all the way over his head and then stands to take off his own clothing. “Remember, lemme take care of you.”
“Then take care of me faster.” Kurapika grins at Leorio’s eye roll.
“Everything’s a challenge with you,” Leorio whines, settling between Kurapika’s spread legs again. “What if I just wanna make love to my beautiful husband, then what?”
Kurapika wrinkles his nose. “Make love? How are you both crude and disgustingly sappy?”
“You rather me say I wanna fuck you into next week?”
“I have a meeting tomorrow, so that would be preferable.”
Leorio laughs, leaning in to kiss him again. “God, I love you.”
“You sap,” Kurapika teases, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “I love you too, Leorio. Now remember actions speak louder than words.”
Fingers prod gently between his lips and Kurapika gasps as Leorio makes good on his words, slipping a finger into him. He focuses on opening Kurapika up, but his other hand strokes gentle circles around Kurapika’s clit to distract him from any discomfort.
Kurapika sighs happily. “Mmm, I’m ready,” he hums, and another finger joins the first to scissor him open. Leorio readjusts his hand so he can keep fingering Kurapika while the heel of his hand presses against his clit. Kurapika rolls his hips down onto Leorio’s fingers, grinding his small dick against Leorio’s palm.
Heat burns steadily in his body. He likes it like this, as much as he likes the intensity of fervent hands at his hips and riding Leorio until his thighs ache. Like this, he can settle contentedly against the pillows and revel in the feeling of the love of his life touching him gently. Reverently.
He never predicted he would get to experience such a wonderful thing.
Leorio curls his fingers up suddenly, thrusting at the spot he knows so well, and Kurapika grasps at his back. “Leorio!”
“What’s wrong, sunshine?” Leorio tilts his head innocently, but god there’s that cocky grin. Kurapika can’t stand him. (He loves him.)
“You— a-ah,” Kurapika pants, clenching his legs around Leorio’s waist. “Stop it, Leorio, I w-want you to fuck me— ahh.”
“You sound so cute, Pika.” Leorio knows exactly what he’s doing, the bastard. He withdraws his fingers though, just as Kurapika finds themself too close to bear. But the kiss he presses to Kurapika’s lips is somewhat compensating.
Kurapika pouts and lies back while Leorio reaches into the drawer for a condom, wondering how Leorio knows his body so well, how he always manages to play him like a fiddle. Despite Kurapika’s intellectual superiority, it appears he’s no match for Leorio’s experience in bed. Not that he’d ever further inflate Leorio’s ego by telling him that.
“Sunshine, you’re gonna have to open this.” Leorio breaks him out of his thoughts by pressing the condom into his hand. “My fingers are too wet.”
Kurapika’s entire face flushes red at this, and he shoves Leorio’s shoulder lightly when the man chuckles at him.
“Shut up,” he pouts again, ripping open the condom. He rolls it over Leorio’s erection, effectively making him hiss and shut up. “Telling me how wet I am when you have your own problem here.”
He strokes his hand down the thick length of it, drawing another unrestrained moan from Leorio. The size is rather proportional to the rest of Leorio’s tall form—while it scared Kurapika at first, now it just makes his mouth water and his crotch throb. Luckily, Leorio’s heart is proportional to his huge size as well, and Kurapika knows he’d never hurt him.
So Leorio presses in gently, slowly, until their chests nearly meet and he can reach Kurapika’s mouth for a sweet kiss. Exchanging soft brushes of lips while Leorio thrusts in deep. If Kurapika lets himself whimper into Leorio’s mouth at each thrust, it’s perfectly fine, because it’s Leorio and he loves Kurapika’s noises. He loves Kurapika.
“Leorio...” he whines breathlessly.
“Ah— Pika,” he replies, low and reverent.
He’s close. “Leorio, please...” He trails off into a moan, which Leorio muffles with his mouth as his thumb nudges at his clit.
“Go ahead, okay?” Leorio hums, sweet even as he’s panting and fucking him deep. “I’ve got you sunshine. So beautiful...”
Kurapika is certain his eyes are bright scarlet when he lets go, muffling cries into another kiss. It isn’t until he comes down from that floaty feeling that he realizes the kiss is salty with his own tears—of pleasure or emotion, maybe both.
Leorio has slowed down, cupping his cheek in concern. Kurapika just smiles dazedly, fucked out but reassuring, nodding at him to keep going. He obliges, fucking into him while Kurapika’s hands trail over his perfect tan skin, hard-earned muscle. Suddenly overcome with fondness, unconcerned with inflating Leorio’s ego, Kurapika hums quietly, “You really are so handsome.”
Somehow, this combined with the tight heat around his cock sends Leorio over the edge, moaning and spilling into the condom.
Kurapika doesn’t even complain when Leorio slumps on top of him. Then again, he doesn’t appreciate how Leorio’s crushing his left boob.
“Leorio,” he says, nudging him to the side.
Leorio obliges with a dramatic groan and heaves himself up, pulls out of Kurapika carefully and ties off the condom. To Kurapika’s chagrin, he leaves it on the mattress for a moment in favor of kissing Kurapika wetly on the mouth.
“I love you so damn much,” he says with so much feeling it’s nearly a growl.
Kurapika giggles, blushing when he hiccups quietly. “I love you, handsome man,” he teases, and surely enough he blushes.
“Oh, stop flattering me, damn it,” he mutters.
Kurapika grins. “Oh? You have a thing for it?”
“No!”
“Oh, Doctor,” Kurapika pretends to swoon, batting his eyelashes up at him. “You take such good care of me! So big and strong and handsome—”
“Okay, listen,” Leorio splutters, face burning bright red.
Another chuckle leaves Kurapika’s mouth, he can’t help it. “Hush, it’s cute,” he says with a fond smile and a teasing lilt. Leorio buries his face in his hands so Kurapika pads across the room to clean up.
He smiles and shakes his head, tossing the used condom in the wastebasket. “Leorio?”
Leorio thunks his big feet against the wooden floor as he walks, so it’s not a surprise when his arms wrap around Kurapika from behind. Leorio purposefully takes heavy steps after an incident where Kurapika’s fight or flight kicked in and he smacked Leorio across the nose. Trauma will do that to you.
“Hmmm,” Leorio responds sleepily.
“I wasn’t joking.” Kurapika leans back into his hold. “Well, I was teasing you, yes. But it was the truth.”
He can feel Leorio’s smile against his delicate shoulder. “I know, sunshine,” he says. “Your body tells me just fine that you’re enjoying yourself. But I still like to hear it.”
“I will try to communicate better in the future,” Kurapika promises. He’s not the best at communication.
Leorio places an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder. “You’re a sweetheart and a sunshine now.”
You’re the sweet one, Kurapika thinks, suppressing a giggle. Who knew that Leorio’s secret turn-on was simply stroking his ego?
It’s...difficult, for Kurapika, to express his feelings. Yes, he loves Leorio, he admires many things about Leorio and always feels thankful for his devotion. But how can he just say that aloud?
Maybe it’s the result of years of being alone. No family left to express his love to, no close friends left to confide in about his emotions.
Kurapika’s been beaten down by the world for so long, he’s forgotten what it’s like to just trust someone.
Kurapika shakes out of his thoughts, registering the warmth of Leorio still pressed against his back. He lays his slender hands over Leorio’s hold on his waist. Yes, if there’s anyone in this cruel world he can trust, it’s Leorio.
He turns around in Leorio’s embrace and wraps his arms around Leorio’s neck, kissing him with a surge of feeling. “Let’s wash up and go to bed, sleepyhead,” he says.
Leorio’s surprise is replaced with a goofy grin. “Do we have to wash up?” he asks in a fake-whiny tone.
“Yes, or else you are not allowed to cuddle me.” Kurapika pecks his nose as punctuation. “We could shower, ideally.”
“I don’t have the energy for another round,” Leorio complains. “Unless you wanna ride me.” He waggles his eyebrows and Kurapika rolls his eyes with a laugh.
“Next time, mister cowboy. We’re both sleepy.” Kurapika strokes his thin fingers through Leorio’s short hair. “Actually...I suppose that would make you the horse.”
Kurapika expects Leorio to puff up and shout about how he does not look like a fucking horse!, but Leorio still has that dorky smile on his face.
“Y’know,” he says in his normal voice. “I love it when you joke around and tease. You’ve come a long way, sunshine. And your laugh is like the sound of an angel, I swear—I want to hear you laugh every day for the rest of my life.”
Kurapika blushes. Gods, can Leorio warn him before saying something sappy like that!
“I... You...” he stammers.
Leorio chuckles. “You’re so fuckin’ cute, sunshine.” He kisses the top of his blonde head.
“W-well, I certainly was not joking about banning you from cuddles,” Kurapika says, but his eyes soften.
Leorio praises him so openly...perhaps he should put in more effort, too.
“You...also have...a nice laugh,” he stutters, blushing but no less sincere.
Leorio blinks.
And scoops Kurapika up in a hug, feet off the ground and all. Oof, sometimes he forgets how big and strong Leorio is.
“It’s a good start, babe!” he says, and his eyes are twinkling, smile a mile wide.