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Walking the city streets, Kuroro pulled up his coat collar to ward off the chill in the air. It was snowing and he wandered around, trying to decide where to go. He was feeling lonely and didn't want to go home.
Seeing the neon sign for a gay bar ahead, Kuroro quickens his pace and opens the door to a blast of sound and flashing lights. Scouting out a quiet place on the second floor to people watch, he climbed the stairs and started watching the people mingling below.
It was so loud he could barely hear himself think. That's probably for the best. His eyes drift towards the bar, considering getting a drink. He'd have to wade through a crowd of people, but he needed something if he was going to lurk around the bar for a while.
As his eyes scanned the bar for a point of entry, his eyes locked onto the back of a slender young man with blond hair. Gorgeous, he thought. The blond turned to face the person on his side and Kuroro got a look at his profile. Slender features and a handsome countenance packed into what appeared to be a tight, lithe body. Just my type. Just before Kuroro turned to head downstairs, the blond-haired beauty locked eyes with him. His expression was sultry and challenging, as if to say "try your luck, if you dare."
A challenge, then. Kuroro smiled. Accepted.
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Kurapika ran his fingers down the sweating glass in front of him. A stiff whiskey and a chance to blow off some team before work got too busy was part of the reason he was here. The other part was to find a bed partner for the night, but the ham-handed oafs who'd approached him so far were lackluster at best.
Oaf #3 was trying to ply his wares and Kuroro turned to face him with a deadpan stare. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement from above. Well, hello. He thought, meeting the eyes of a black-haired beauty. Now that's a tree I wouldn't mind climbing. If only the man next to him were just as gorgeous.
Kurapika tuned back in to hear the last of Oaf #3's sales pitch. "I've been told I'm really good in bed and really big," he bragged, loud enough for not only Kurapika to hear, but also the other patrons in the immediate area. How cringe-worthy. He decided that ignoring this one would be the best course. That is, until he put his meaty palm on Kurapika's shoulder.
Repressing a shiver of disgust, Kurapika slapped his hand off. It's bad enough that he's dealing with jet lag from arriving in this city, having to fend off these creeps was too much. He just wanted to let loose a little with a handsome stranger.
Getting ready to reject the guy more directly, since he couldn't seem to read body language to save his life - or get laid, Kurapika thought snidely - Kurapika opened his mouth to speak when a hand appeared from behind Oaf #3 and clamped down.
"Dude, aren't you being a bit dense? The gentleman clearly isn't interested, try someone else." The dark-haired man holding oaf #3's shoulder squeezed tighter while keeping a pleasant smile on his face. It seemed Oaf #3 got the message this time and shook off the hand on his shoulder before stomping away.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome made it after all, Kurapika thought, looking the new contender up and down.
"My apologies for butting in. It seemed like you weren't interested in that guy, but let me know if I read your intentions incorrectly." The new stranger sat down on the vacant bar stool next to Kurapika.
"Did it look like I wanted to leave with that guy?" Kurapika asks, a sneer appearing on this face. He picked up his glass and took a sip of the amber-colored drink.
"Oh, it didn't." The newcomer chuckled and caught the bartender's eye. He raised a finger and ordered an ice cold beer. While he waited for his drink, Kurapika took a chance to scan this one. Midnight eyes, raven's black hair, and a good sense of fashion. His casual sports coat cut a figure across broad shoulders and the skin-tight shirt underneath showed off the hint of a ripped abdomen and a trim waist. Glancing down further, Kurapika noted the way those trousers hugged those lean thighs and his tight ass had Kurapika's eyelids lowering in anticipation. This one looks promising.
"I'm Kuroro," he turned toward Kurapika with a charming smile on his cheerful face. Kurapika lifted his eyes back to the man's face and the darkening of Kuroro's eyes told him he'd seen where his gaze was lingering.
"Kurapika." He lifted his glass in a salute and Kuroro clinked his beer against his own glass.
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He may look hard to approach, but damn, he's hot, Kuroro thought to himself.
"Do you always drink your drinks on the rocks?" he asked Kurapika. The tumbler half-filled with a light amber liquid seemed to be whiskey. Strong drink for a strong man.
"I like ice. It makes it taste better. In my opinion, the harder the liquor, the colder it should be." He swirled his drink around before taking another sip.
"I know a way to make it taste even better." Kuroro said simply. Reaching over, he gently set his hand on top of Kurapika's and leaned in to speak quietly. "Want to get out of here? I'll make sure you don't regret the choice."
The blond narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, removing his hand from under Kuroro's. Grabbing Kuroro's lapel, he leaned up to the raven-headed man's ear, "I'm curious, just how good can you make it taste?"
Releasing the other man, he downed the last of his whiskey and stood up. "After you, then."
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Kurapika pours a glass of whiskey from the mid-range bottle sitting on the bedside table. Guess he really did have whiskey, it wasn't just a pick up line. Kurapika appreciated the follow-through. He may have come back with Kuroro because of his looks, but it was nice to realize he wasn't completely without class.
Or not, Kurapika thought, staring up at the ceiling. Kuroro had come up behind him silently and grabbed his waist, pulling him away from the table and onto the bed. Holding his hands together above his head, Kuroro kissed Kurapika teasingly at first, then deeper and more intently.
Pulling back from the other's mouth, Kuroro kissed down the his neck. "You know, I like your name." He pressed a kiss to Kurapika's collar bone. "Kurapika… it suits your sparkling eyes." He winked at the blond before continuing to lick further down his chest.
Kurapika scoffs and rolls his eyes. Not many knew his name's meaning and the raven-haired man was showing off his intellect. Can't say it's not working. Even if it is a bit cheeky. "Whatever you say, silk boy."
Kuroro bit his nipple in response and shot a mild glare his way before sucking his way further down Kurapika's chest. Guess he didn't appreciate me returning the favor. Kurapika smirked.
"Don't leave any marks. I have something important tomorrow"
Kuroro hm'ed in acknowledgement and quickly pulled off Kurapika's pants and ran his hands on the other's thighs. "What's the rush?" Kurapika asked
"It's not boastful to say I'm on the large side. I need to prep you or it will hurt."
"Is that so?" Kurapika pushed Kuroro with his foot and made the other sit back on his heels. Dropping his foot down, the blond ran his foot along the length of the sizeable erection attempting to escape the other's pants. "And this is you before you're fully erect?"
"Don't spoil the mood by putting your foot there." Kuroro glared and grabbed Kurapika's ankle, holding the wandering toes in place.
"I'm not going to put myself at risk by not knowing what I'm getting into." He shook off Kuroro's fingers and ran his foot up and down the dark-haired man's erection, staring at the other's clenched jaw as he put up with the blond's teasing.
Hooking his toes into the waistband, Kurapika tugged the briefs down and let his heavy dick spring free. Kurapika's eyes go wide.
"Guess you weren't exaggerating after all."
Still using his foot to tease, Kurapika let his big toe separate from the others and wrap around the significant girth, stroking him in earnest.
Reaching a breaking point, Kuro grabs his foot again. "What's with you?"
"You really are the biggest of everyone I've slept with. But, honestly, my toy is no joke. I can handle you."
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Fuck, why is he so hot?
Incredibly turned on, Kuroro lunges over Kurapika and drapes his torso over the smaller man's. Fingers ghosted over the other's chest, tweaking nipples, before sliding down further. Bypassing the other's twitching dick, Kuroro probed his fingers at his entrance.
Surprisingly, two fingers slid into the soft, wet opening easily. It was pliant and already taking three fingers.
"Oh? You're already prepped?"
Kurapika sits up and pushes the Kuroro's hand away. Grabbing a condom off the nightstand, he ripped it open with his teeth. With one hand holding the condom, he pushed Kuroro backwards again and leaned over.
"Of course I prepped. Why did you think I was at the bar? Granted, I didn't know I'd find this big of a catch tonight." As he spoke, his fingers rolled the condom down Kuroro's significant girth. He blew his warm breath over the wrapped dick before smirking up at him and climbing atop his lap. Kuroro's length throbbed in response.
"Now, didn't you say something about better ways to drink whiskey? Was that all talk, or did you really have something in mind?"
Breathing harshly, Kuroro secured Kurapika to his waist with one hand and leaned over to grab the bottle of whiskey with his other. Taking in a large mouthful, he held it there before pressing his mouth to Kurapika's. They shared a wet kiss, sloppy with the whiskey exchanging between them, running down their chins.
With both hands free and mouths occupied, Kuroro rubbed himself against the blond's backside, teasing the opening with his head. Shifting the smaller man slightly, Kuroro adjusted his dick and prodded the hole before slipping in the tip.
Kurapika groaned, leaning his head against the man's broad shoulder. Arching his back and taking a deep breath, Kurapika didn't wait for Kuroro to continue. He pushes his hips down and take the rest of Kuroro in one long stroke.
This time, Kuroro let out a shaky breath before grabbing Kurapika's hips tightly, holding him in place. After a moment, Kuroro used his grip to lift the other slightly before slamming his dick back inside. Rhythm going, Kuroro ignored the burning in his thighs to keep the other atop him, thrusting his dick into the other. The warm insides were hugging his length, sucking him back in every time he tried to pull out. It was the sweetest pain he could've hoped for and he wanted to make this last.
Kurapika had other thoughts and pushed Kuroro flat on his back. Dazed, Kuroro looked up at the fierce face of the blond man atop him. Kurapika planted his hands on Kuroro's muscular chest and started moving his hips of his own accord. Setting a brutal pace, he fucked Kuroro hard and fast, driving them both towards their release.
Kuroro grabbed Kurapika's wrists and yanked them forward, forcing the other to crash into him, chest to chest. His mouth sought the blond's and their tongues tangled together, pace unrelenting. They spiraled higher together until Kurapika broke away from the kiss, groaning and clenching down hard on the dark-haired man's length inside him. His cum spurted between their chests, creating a wet slide as Kuroro continued to fuck the clenching hole.
It was enough to send Kuroro over the edge and he sped up his thrusts before stilling deep inside Kurapika, hot spurts filling the top of the condom.
Panting, they stay together for a while longer, before Kurapika pulls off of Kuroro's still erect length.
"Still this energetic, even after cumming, huh?" Kurapika stroked a finger up the other man's dick. It twitched in response. "Round two, then?"
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Kuroro opened his eyes and immediately squinted them back closed. That sun was unforgivingly bright.
Groaning, he rolled over and sat up, legs sliding off the side of the bed. He felt refreshed and drained, at the same time. Kurapika, he thought, smiling. Recalling the events of the previous night, the passionate rounds of sex didn't stop at one or two. The blond-haired man was insatiable. If Kuroro wasn't as fit as he was, he doubted he'd have had the stamina to keep up.
Stretching his arms, he looked over at the other side of the bed, Kurapika's name on his lips.
"Ku-" He paused. The bed was empty. Reaching over, the sheets were cold to the touch. Clearly, the other man was long gone.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted, at least. Just the kind of one-night, no strings fling I needed to shake the loneliness and take on my work." Kuroro stretched one last time, wide grin on his face as he prepared to go to work.