Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 98 - 2,820 words
Note: Asmodeus is one of the seven princes of hell associated with the deadly sin of Lust. Written five years ago and finally made it into the storyline! NSFW.
Beta-reader: unbeta'ed, unedited.
Chapter summary: Asmodeus.
Chapter 98
They stayed put for a couple of days, staying indoors as much as possible as Kuroro regained his full strength, thanks to Kurapica's help. The blond healed him in multiple short sessions, his beautiful fire-ruby eyes shining eerily as his chain, a cross dangling at the end of it, mended tissue, blood vessels and skin, leaving nothing but unmarred skin behind. There weren't even any scars.
Kuroro followed the news with keen interest, following the search for the group of burglars that had broken into the large estate of the ruler of the city. The police was covering the entire town like a swarm of angry wasps. Still, if they were absent from the posh hotel they'd first roomed in for too long, it was bound to raise suspiscion, so, on the third day, Kuroro moved them back, ambling down the streets like a clueless tourist, Kurapica at his side, Hisoka, Gon and Killua trailing behind them. The one time that they were stopped, Kurapica showed his Hunter card and they were let go.
They made it up the elevator in silence, and Kurapica bid farewell to his friends as they left the elevator. They walked wordlessly to their room and let themselves in. Kuroro closed the door behind them and walked to the couch, sitting down and taking out the book that he was currently reading. Already, Kurapica was heading for the bathroom, likely headed to a better shower than the one they'd had at the crappy motel where they'd holed up for a few days.
Kuroro had gone through a few chapters by the time the blond got out of the bathroom. He'd gotten to know Kurapica by now, and he expected that next would come tea or coffee. Kuroro frowned as he realized that, rather than go to the coffee machine, the blond's light footsteps were coming towards him. He looked up and saw Kurapica stop right in front of him, looking thoughtful.
Kuroro searched his face in silence, studying that light frown, the clear blue eyes, the wet hair dripping occasionally into his face. He waited for the younger man to speak, but Kurapica remained silent.
“Yes?” he finally prompted. “Is something wrong?”
He set his book down on the couch beside him, expecting Kurapica to ask him something or grouch about the debacle that had been their last burglary. Instead, the blond put one hand on his left shoulder, using it for balance as he straddled the older man. To say that Kuroro was surprised would be an understatement. He looked up searchingly into the blond's eyes and was surprised to find desire there.
Kurapica had definitely not been an unwilling lover so far, but he always seemed to need some coaxing before he would accept physical touches. Yet here he was, straddling Kuroro's lap, clearly demanding his attention. Well, Kuroro would be damned before he would refuse so sexy an invitation. He slid his hands around Kurapica's waist and under his sleeveless grey top.
Their lips met in a kiss, soft at first, gentle even. But then Kurapica nipped at his lower lip and tilted his head just so and Kuroro deepened the kiss with a soft groan. The blond's arms wrapped around his neck and he scooted up higher on his lap. He could feel Kurapica was getting aroused, and felt his own body react to the boy. He broke the kiss, wanting to see the look on the younger man's face.
As always, he was not disappointed. Kurapica rarely let his emotions show on his face. The rare times Kuroro got to see him losing control so beautifully was when they were touching like now. And when he'd gotten hurt, which was an interesting development. The younger man tilted his head back. His lips were red and moist from their shared kiss. His hair was still wet from his shower, sticking to his skin, small rivulets of water dripping down his neck. Kuroro stopped thinking about their disastrous mission.
He let his hands wander down and pulled Kurapica closer. The blond gasped and let out the quietest of moans. Then, to Kuroro's dismay, he reached back, grabbed both of Kuroro's hands away from his buttocks and placed them firmly on either side of them, one on the armrest, the other on the cushion by his leg.
The older man frowned lightly up at the blond, and was met with a satisfied... smirk? He blinked, but already, Kurapica was lowering his head, kissing him, his hips moving tantalizingly slow against him. It was enough to drive him mad. Who knew the boy could be so... erotic?!
“Kurapica...” he started when he managed to speak, “what are you doing?”
He tried to free his hands, but the younger man wouldn't have it. He gripped them tighter and nipped at Kuroro's lips.
“you can't say you're not enjoying it,” the blond said smugly and rubbed down on him firmly, eliciting a choked gasp from the older man.
“Kurapica,” the Spider head tried again, trying to sound authoritative, though it seemed he was losing that battle fast. “Kurapica, let go of my hands.”
“No.” Kurapica shook his head, sending little droplets of water down on him. “I think I will keep them firmly in place and have my wicked way with you, for a change.”
Kuroro had to perk one eyebrow at that. They both knew that now that Kurapica had access to his nen, he could technically use Chain Jail on him and there was no way that Kuroro could defend himself. And yet, Kurapica was using his hands, making it into a playful, sexy sort of restraint. Well, Kuroro did like the sound of it, of Kurapica having his wicked way with him, but he wasn't going to go without a fight first.
“At least let me get my book out of way so we don't damage it - it's a rare book, and very old.”
Kurapica reached down, letting go of Kuroro's left hand to grab the book from the cushion next to them, transferred it to his other hand and placed it on the low table to his left. Kuroro took advantage of the fact his hands were now free and he raked them both up Kurapica's sides in the way he knew drove the other man mad. As it was, the blond gasped and made a soft, needy whimpering sound. Oh but Kuroro loved that sound. His pants were definitely too tight now.
He gripped the blond tightly around his ribcage and rubbed his nipples with his thumbs, causing him to tighten his thighs on either side of Kuroro's. He moaned, ending it in a soft, impatient growl. He raked his hands through Kuroro's dark hair and pulled, forcing the older man's head up.
“Ow, Kurapica, let g--!!”
The blond kissed him, roughly, hungrily. There was nothing soft about this kiss. It was demanding, impatient, nearly violent. He pulled at Kuroro's silky turtleneck, breaking the kiss only so he could pull it off of him and throw it behind him. Well, if he was going to do it this way, Kuroro had no qualms about returning the favour, divesting the blond of his top. For once, Kurapica didn't have another one underneath. The older man nipped at his collarbone, then bit down lightly at the side of his neck. Kurapica moaned roughly.
Oh, but he was driving Kuroro mad. His fingernails raked down the blond's sides, his hands settling on Kurapica's thighs. The Kuruta moaned again, panting breathlessly. Kuroro nipped at his throat and leaned back to admire the way Kurapica's red eyes glowed nearly feverishly with passion. He made quick work of the string holding the younger man's loose sweat pants around his hips. He pushed the garment down and wrapped his hand around his erection, giving it a few strokes.
“W-wait! Kuroro, ahh!”
The Spider Head paused. This was the first time the blond had ever called his name. A breathy cry, laced with want and desire. He wanted to push the blond down onto the couch now, and fuck his brains out. But the pause allowed the younger man to take control once more. He shoved Kuroro's shoulder to the side, forcing him down onto the couch.
His neck was at an awkward angle because of the armrest. Kurapica got up and off his lap long enough to let him re-position himself properly. He slid out of the sweat pants he used as sleepwear, but not before retrieving a small plastic bottle from his pocket. He had even thought of bringing lubricant? It made Kuroro wonder just when the blond had decided on doing this.
He undid his belt and trousers, but Kurapica straddled him again before he had time to push the rest of his clothes off. He pushed Kuroro's hands up, pushing them against the armrest over his head and leaned down for another hungry kiss. He reached back with his free hand and started rubbing Kuroro through the fabric of his pants and underwear. The older man groaned and pushed up against him, trying to pull his hands free at the same time. But Kurapica wouldn't let him. He gripped his wrists tightly and bit Kuroro's lower lip a little harder than he should have. Kuroro didn't mind the pain, though.
This was turning out to be much more arousing than he would have thought. And the fact that Kurapica was still not resorting to his chains, effectively letting Kuroro know that he could put a stop to it if he wished, that made it even more dizzying. The blond ducked his head down and sucked at his throat before grazing his teeth down to his collarbone. Kuroro sucked in his breath, trying once more to free his hands. Kurapica gave his wrists a warning squeeze, but then he let go and sat up. Kuroro let his eyes wander down the boy's naked body. He so very rarely let him see him without at least some clothes on, he couldn't help but feast his eyes on the sight.
He lowered his arms and slid his hands up Kurapica's thighs, liking the soft moan he got in return. He pawed around for the lubricant his one hand, the other hand moving to Kurapica's erection, rubbing him slowly. Kurapica's eyelids lowered and he gazed down on Kuroro, red eyes intense and wanting. He licked his lips, and though Kuroro doubted it was done consciously, the sight was so damn erotic, he nearly lost his control right there and then.
He got hold of the lubricant and uncapped it easily. He poured some into his hand and set it back down beside the couch. He reached around Kurapica and slid his middle finger over his opening. The blond gasped and tensed, as he tended to do at this point in their lovemaking.
“Shh, relax...”
He saw Kurapica swallow thickly and felt him slowly relax his muscles. He pushed in gently, holding still for a bit to let Kurapica get used to the intrusion. The Kuruta hummed softly and bit his lips, his eyebrows drawing together. He leaned forward, putting his hand down next to Kuroro's head to help support his weight and keep his balance. This made it easier for Kuroro. Once the boy relaxed again, he pushed a little deeper in. It was slow going, as it always was. Kurapica wasn't one to let people touch him casually, and such an intimate gesture tended to unnerve him. Kuroro soothed him, murmuring encouragements as he slowly prepped him. He wanted to claim him and push up into him, but he had to take it slow, letting Kurapica adjust to his fingers before he could actually penetrate him.
Once the Kuruta seemed ready, he took his fingers out and poured more lubricant onto his hands to coat his erection. He was about to grab the blond's hips to hitch him up but Kurapica took control once more. He sat up and batted Kuroro's hands away impatiently then reached back, grabbing hold of his arousal. He gave it a few strokes and lifted his hips. Kuroro could hardly believe it. The blond was holding him in place, lowering his hips and impaling himself onto the taller man's erection. He eased down slowly, his breath shallow, his gaze intense. Once Kuroro was inside of him, he held still for a moment.
It was pure, delicious torture.
Kuroro just wanted to move, bury himself deeper and just - do him hard. When it came to the Kuruta, somehow, Kuroro lost his control. It was unnerving, it was exhilarating, it was addictive -
This was bad.
Kurapica caught hold of his hands, pushing them up over his head again. He leaned down and kissed Kuroro, flicking his tongue over his lips before delving in. He certainly was starting to get the hang of it. Kuroro growled softly, impatient. Kurapica broke the kiss and looked down at him, his beautiful red eyes enthralling. The Kuruta had a little smug smile and then he started moving his hips.
He moved slowly, rolling his hips in a way that was truly maddening. He sat up straighter and just moved his hips lazily, driving the other man nearly mad. It wasn't enough. It wasn't anywhere near enough. He lowered his hands, wanting to take control, but Kurapica caught them, leaning back down over him. He sped up the movement of his hips, panting softly.
“Ahh... Ku... roro..!”
Gods damn the boy was turning him on like no other. He craned his neck, catching his lips in a hard, hungry kiss. The blond lost his rhythm as Kuroro pushed his hip up. Kurapica caught himself with a hand on the armrest, but Kuroro didn't leave him time to get his balance back. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist and pushed himself up and turned so that he was sitting once more.
He gripped Kurapica's hips tightly, forcing him into a faster rhythm. The blond tried to keep his voice in, but he started panting harshly, soft exclamation leaving his lips every time Kuroro pushed into him. He braced himself against the back of the couch, using his legs to push himself up and down onto Kuroro's length.
“I shouldn't have named you Amon, but Asmodeus,” Kuroro remarked and Kurapica hit the side of his head for that. Kuroro chuckled, his breath warm against Kurapica's chest. He nipped at his nipple and Kurapica gasped louder.
Their movement became more feverish, the both of them being too far gone now to care much for talking anymore. Kuroro bit down lightly on Kurapica's nipple again, then sucked it hard, liking the way it brought out louder sounds from the usually quiet Kuruta. He wrapped his hand around the blond's arousal, jerking his hand rapidly, knowing the feeling of him tightening around him in orgasm would help him reach completion.
Kurapica buried his head in the crook of his neck and Kuroro could hear and feel him panting against his skin. He sped up the movement of his hand, urging the other to keep moving his hips with his other hand over his buttocks. The blond was so far gone, he seemed to have trouble deciding how to move, wanting to push into Kuroro's hand and down onto his hot erection. Kuroro guided him in a fast rhythm, urging him over the edge.
Suddenly, the boy bit down on his shoulder. Hard. He the sucked where he had bitten, spilling his release into Kuroro's hand. His muscles tightened around Kuroro and the taller man grabbed both his hips, not caring that he was smearing semen over Kurapica's skin in the process. He flipped them to the side, pushing the blond into the couch pounding hard into him, riding his own orgasm to the end. It didn't take long, and both were panting harshly and staring at each other.
Kuroro watched in fascination as the Kuruta's eyes flashed between red and blue for a bit, finally settling for blue. He leaned down, kissing the blond hungrily. This had been the best sex he had had in a long time. He finally pulled away and out of the blond, eliciting a soft moan from the boy.
He paused.
“If you continue making those erotic sounds, I will have to take you to the bed and continue ravishing you,” he remarked.
Kurapica pushed himself up, untangling himself from the taller man. He stood and picked up the lubricant from where Kuroro had left it by the couch. Then he made his way towards the bed, stopping when he reached it to throw an inquisitive look at the older man.
“Well? Are you coming?”
Kuroro didn't need to be asked twice.
Beta-reader: unbeta'ed, unedited.
Chapter summary: Asmodeus.
Chapter 98
They stayed put for a couple of days, staying indoors as much as possible as Kuroro regained his full strength, thanks to Kurapica's help. The blond healed him in multiple short sessions, his beautiful fire-ruby eyes shining eerily as his chain, a cross dangling at the end of it, mended tissue, blood vessels and skin, leaving nothing but unmarred skin behind. There weren't even any scars.
Kuroro followed the news with keen interest, following the search for the group of burglars that had broken into the large estate of the ruler of the city. The police was covering the entire town like a swarm of angry wasps. Still, if they were absent from the posh hotel they'd first roomed in for too long, it was bound to raise suspiscion, so, on the third day, Kuroro moved them back, ambling down the streets like a clueless tourist, Kurapica at his side, Hisoka, Gon and Killua trailing behind them. The one time that they were stopped, Kurapica showed his Hunter card and they were let go.
They made it up the elevator in silence, and Kurapica bid farewell to his friends as they left the elevator. They walked wordlessly to their room and let themselves in. Kuroro closed the door behind them and walked to the couch, sitting down and taking out the book that he was currently reading. Already, Kurapica was heading for the bathroom, likely headed to a better shower than the one they'd had at the crappy motel where they'd holed up for a few days.
Kuroro had gone through a few chapters by the time the blond got out of the bathroom. He'd gotten to know Kurapica by now, and he expected that next would come tea or coffee. Kuroro frowned as he realized that, rather than go to the coffee machine, the blond's light footsteps were coming towards him. He looked up and saw Kurapica stop right in front of him, looking thoughtful.
Kuroro searched his face in silence, studying that light frown, the clear blue eyes, the wet hair dripping occasionally into his face. He waited for the younger man to speak, but Kurapica remained silent.
“Yes?” he finally prompted. “Is something wrong?”
He set his book down on the couch beside him, expecting Kurapica to ask him something or grouch about the debacle that had been their last burglary. Instead, the blond put one hand on his left shoulder, using it for balance as he straddled the older man. To say that Kuroro was surprised would be an understatement. He looked up searchingly into the blond's eyes and was surprised to find desire there.
Kurapica had definitely not been an unwilling lover so far, but he always seemed to need some coaxing before he would accept physical touches. Yet here he was, straddling Kuroro's lap, clearly demanding his attention. Well, Kuroro would be damned before he would refuse so sexy an invitation. He slid his hands around Kurapica's waist and under his sleeveless grey top.
Their lips met in a kiss, soft at first, gentle even. But then Kurapica nipped at his lower lip and tilted his head just so and Kuroro deepened the kiss with a soft groan. The blond's arms wrapped around his neck and he scooted up higher on his lap. He could feel Kurapica was getting aroused, and felt his own body react to the boy. He broke the kiss, wanting to see the look on the younger man's face.
As always, he was not disappointed. Kurapica rarely let his emotions show on his face. The rare times Kuroro got to see him losing control so beautifully was when they were touching like now. And when he'd gotten hurt, which was an interesting development. The younger man tilted his head back. His lips were red and moist from their shared kiss. His hair was still wet from his shower, sticking to his skin, small rivulets of water dripping down his neck. Kuroro stopped thinking about their disastrous mission.
He let his hands wander down and pulled Kurapica closer. The blond gasped and let out the quietest of moans. Then, to Kuroro's dismay, he reached back, grabbed both of Kuroro's hands away from his buttocks and placed them firmly on either side of them, one on the armrest, the other on the cushion by his leg.
The older man frowned lightly up at the blond, and was met with a satisfied... smirk? He blinked, but already, Kurapica was lowering his head, kissing him, his hips moving tantalizingly slow against him. It was enough to drive him mad. Who knew the boy could be so... erotic?!
“Kurapica...” he started when he managed to speak, “what are you doing?”
He tried to free his hands, but the younger man wouldn't have it. He gripped them tighter and nipped at Kuroro's lips.
“you can't say you're not enjoying it,” the blond said smugly and rubbed down on him firmly, eliciting a choked gasp from the older man.
“Kurapica,” the Spider head tried again, trying to sound authoritative, though it seemed he was losing that battle fast. “Kurapica, let go of my hands.”
“No.” Kurapica shook his head, sending little droplets of water down on him. “I think I will keep them firmly in place and have my wicked way with you, for a change.”
Kuroro had to perk one eyebrow at that. They both knew that now that Kurapica had access to his nen, he could technically use Chain Jail on him and there was no way that Kuroro could defend himself. And yet, Kurapica was using his hands, making it into a playful, sexy sort of restraint. Well, Kuroro did like the sound of it, of Kurapica having his wicked way with him, but he wasn't going to go without a fight first.
“At least let me get my book out of way so we don't damage it - it's a rare book, and very old.”
Kurapica reached down, letting go of Kuroro's left hand to grab the book from the cushion next to them, transferred it to his other hand and placed it on the low table to his left. Kuroro took advantage of the fact his hands were now free and he raked them both up Kurapica's sides in the way he knew drove the other man mad. As it was, the blond gasped and made a soft, needy whimpering sound. Oh but Kuroro loved that sound. His pants were definitely too tight now.
He gripped the blond tightly around his ribcage and rubbed his nipples with his thumbs, causing him to tighten his thighs on either side of Kuroro's. He moaned, ending it in a soft, impatient growl. He raked his hands through Kuroro's dark hair and pulled, forcing the older man's head up.
“Ow, Kurapica, let g--!!”
The blond kissed him, roughly, hungrily. There was nothing soft about this kiss. It was demanding, impatient, nearly violent. He pulled at Kuroro's silky turtleneck, breaking the kiss only so he could pull it off of him and throw it behind him. Well, if he was going to do it this way, Kuroro had no qualms about returning the favour, divesting the blond of his top. For once, Kurapica didn't have another one underneath. The older man nipped at his collarbone, then bit down lightly at the side of his neck. Kurapica moaned roughly.
Oh, but he was driving Kuroro mad. His fingernails raked down the blond's sides, his hands settling on Kurapica's thighs. The Kuruta moaned again, panting breathlessly. Kuroro nipped at his throat and leaned back to admire the way Kurapica's red eyes glowed nearly feverishly with passion. He made quick work of the string holding the younger man's loose sweat pants around his hips. He pushed the garment down and wrapped his hand around his erection, giving it a few strokes.
“W-wait! Kuroro, ahh!”
The Spider Head paused. This was the first time the blond had ever called his name. A breathy cry, laced with want and desire. He wanted to push the blond down onto the couch now, and fuck his brains out. But the pause allowed the younger man to take control once more. He shoved Kuroro's shoulder to the side, forcing him down onto the couch.
His neck was at an awkward angle because of the armrest. Kurapica got up and off his lap long enough to let him re-position himself properly. He slid out of the sweat pants he used as sleepwear, but not before retrieving a small plastic bottle from his pocket. He had even thought of bringing lubricant? It made Kuroro wonder just when the blond had decided on doing this.
He undid his belt and trousers, but Kurapica straddled him again before he had time to push the rest of his clothes off. He pushed Kuroro's hands up, pushing them against the armrest over his head and leaned down for another hungry kiss. He reached back with his free hand and started rubbing Kuroro through the fabric of his pants and underwear. The older man groaned and pushed up against him, trying to pull his hands free at the same time. But Kurapica wouldn't let him. He gripped his wrists tightly and bit Kuroro's lower lip a little harder than he should have. Kuroro didn't mind the pain, though.
This was turning out to be much more arousing than he would have thought. And the fact that Kurapica was still not resorting to his chains, effectively letting Kuroro know that he could put a stop to it if he wished, that made it even more dizzying. The blond ducked his head down and sucked at his throat before grazing his teeth down to his collarbone. Kuroro sucked in his breath, trying once more to free his hands. Kurapica gave his wrists a warning squeeze, but then he let go and sat up. Kuroro let his eyes wander down the boy's naked body. He so very rarely let him see him without at least some clothes on, he couldn't help but feast his eyes on the sight.
He lowered his arms and slid his hands up Kurapica's thighs, liking the soft moan he got in return. He pawed around for the lubricant his one hand, the other hand moving to Kurapica's erection, rubbing him slowly. Kurapica's eyelids lowered and he gazed down on Kuroro, red eyes intense and wanting. He licked his lips, and though Kuroro doubted it was done consciously, the sight was so damn erotic, he nearly lost his control right there and then.
He got hold of the lubricant and uncapped it easily. He poured some into his hand and set it back down beside the couch. He reached around Kurapica and slid his middle finger over his opening. The blond gasped and tensed, as he tended to do at this point in their lovemaking.
“Shh, relax...”
He saw Kurapica swallow thickly and felt him slowly relax his muscles. He pushed in gently, holding still for a bit to let Kurapica get used to the intrusion. The Kuruta hummed softly and bit his lips, his eyebrows drawing together. He leaned forward, putting his hand down next to Kuroro's head to help support his weight and keep his balance. This made it easier for Kuroro. Once the boy relaxed again, he pushed a little deeper in. It was slow going, as it always was. Kurapica wasn't one to let people touch him casually, and such an intimate gesture tended to unnerve him. Kuroro soothed him, murmuring encouragements as he slowly prepped him. He wanted to claim him and push up into him, but he had to take it slow, letting Kurapica adjust to his fingers before he could actually penetrate him.
Once the Kuruta seemed ready, he took his fingers out and poured more lubricant onto his hands to coat his erection. He was about to grab the blond's hips to hitch him up but Kurapica took control once more. He sat up and batted Kuroro's hands away impatiently then reached back, grabbing hold of his arousal. He gave it a few strokes and lifted his hips. Kuroro could hardly believe it. The blond was holding him in place, lowering his hips and impaling himself onto the taller man's erection. He eased down slowly, his breath shallow, his gaze intense. Once Kuroro was inside of him, he held still for a moment.
It was pure, delicious torture.
Kuroro just wanted to move, bury himself deeper and just - do him hard. When it came to the Kuruta, somehow, Kuroro lost his control. It was unnerving, it was exhilarating, it was addictive -
This was bad.
Kurapica caught hold of his hands, pushing them up over his head again. He leaned down and kissed Kuroro, flicking his tongue over his lips before delving in. He certainly was starting to get the hang of it. Kuroro growled softly, impatient. Kurapica broke the kiss and looked down at him, his beautiful red eyes enthralling. The Kuruta had a little smug smile and then he started moving his hips.
He moved slowly, rolling his hips in a way that was truly maddening. He sat up straighter and just moved his hips lazily, driving the other man nearly mad. It wasn't enough. It wasn't anywhere near enough. He lowered his hands, wanting to take control, but Kurapica caught them, leaning back down over him. He sped up the movement of his hips, panting softly.
“Ahh... Ku... roro..!”
Gods damn the boy was turning him on like no other. He craned his neck, catching his lips in a hard, hungry kiss. The blond lost his rhythm as Kuroro pushed his hip up. Kurapica caught himself with a hand on the armrest, but Kuroro didn't leave him time to get his balance back. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist and pushed himself up and turned so that he was sitting once more.
He gripped Kurapica's hips tightly, forcing him into a faster rhythm. The blond tried to keep his voice in, but he started panting harshly, soft exclamation leaving his lips every time Kuroro pushed into him. He braced himself against the back of the couch, using his legs to push himself up and down onto Kuroro's length.
“I shouldn't have named you Amon, but Asmodeus,” Kuroro remarked and Kurapica hit the side of his head for that. Kuroro chuckled, his breath warm against Kurapica's chest. He nipped at his nipple and Kurapica gasped louder.
Their movement became more feverish, the both of them being too far gone now to care much for talking anymore. Kuroro bit down lightly on Kurapica's nipple again, then sucked it hard, liking the way it brought out louder sounds from the usually quiet Kuruta. He wrapped his hand around the blond's arousal, jerking his hand rapidly, knowing the feeling of him tightening around him in orgasm would help him reach completion.
Kurapica buried his head in the crook of his neck and Kuroro could hear and feel him panting against his skin. He sped up the movement of his hand, urging the other to keep moving his hips with his other hand over his buttocks. The blond was so far gone, he seemed to have trouble deciding how to move, wanting to push into Kuroro's hand and down onto his hot erection. Kuroro guided him in a fast rhythm, urging him over the edge.
Suddenly, the boy bit down on his shoulder. Hard. He the sucked where he had bitten, spilling his release into Kuroro's hand. His muscles tightened around Kuroro and the taller man grabbed both his hips, not caring that he was smearing semen over Kurapica's skin in the process. He flipped them to the side, pushing the blond into the couch pounding hard into him, riding his own orgasm to the end. It didn't take long, and both were panting harshly and staring at each other.
Kuroro watched in fascination as the Kuruta's eyes flashed between red and blue for a bit, finally settling for blue. He leaned down, kissing the blond hungrily. This had been the best sex he had had in a long time. He finally pulled away and out of the blond, eliciting a soft moan from the boy.
He paused.
“If you continue making those erotic sounds, I will have to take you to the bed and continue ravishing you,” he remarked.
Kurapica pushed himself up, untangling himself from the taller man. He stood and picked up the lubricant from where Kuroro had left it by the couch. Then he made his way towards the bed, stopping when he reached it to throw an inquisitive look at the older man.
“Well? Are you coming?”
Kuroro didn't need to be asked twice.