Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 93 - 3,232 words
Note: NSFW. Yuki-chan was my 150th comment, and she requested a shower scene. So here it is.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers.
Chapter summary: Shower.
Chapter 93
The road to Kyratin was a long one for Kuroro. A very long one. During the day, he was sitting across from Kurapica, knees brushing as they shifted in their cramped seats, eyes occasionally meeting above the edge of their books. It was unerringly a quiet, tense day, followed by an equally unnerving night, as he lay under Kurapica’s cot, starting at the underside of his bed. As he lay awake, he wondered what Kurapica was thinking, if he even cared that his attitude about this might mean an entire week without touching each other. Kuroro didn't really mind, but it would bother him if the blond thought nothing of it. And it concerned him that it would.
The week crawled by so slowly that it felt more like an entire year, reading all day, staring at the underside of Kurapica's bed at night, wondering what was going on through the Kuruta’s mind as they lay in absolute silence, save for the sound of the train on the rails as they sped towards their destination. By the time they finally reached Kyratin, Kuroro was feeling uncharacteristically on edge and irritated. He wasn't sure who he was more annoyed with, Kurapica for denying him for so long, or himself for being grumpy about it. Normally, he would simply ignore something so irrelevant, but it bothered him now. And that was unacceptable.
They met up on the train platform, Gon and Killua already waiting for them when Kuroro and Kurapica stepped out of the train, Hisoka joining them a few minutes later. The sun was already going down over the horizon, and Kuroro wanted to find them a place to stay. He walked over to a stand and looked at a couple of pamphlets before choosing one.
“We'll stop here for the night,” he said, waiving it around.
He opened it up and looked for the map showing the way from the train to the hotel. It was only a few blocks away. Kurapica came closer and peered at the paper.
“Just so you know,” the Spider Head said, turning to Kurapica's friends, “I'm only renting one room for two. You're on your own, here.”
He glanced at Hisoka to include him in that warning. The jester only shrugged lightly and made a soft sound of scorn or amusement. One could never tell with him. Kuroro was already quite fed up with the stragglers and wanted nothing more than to lose them for at least another night. He hadn't seen them in days, but this was more about monopolizing Kurapica than who actually was with them.
How odd that he should think this way. Very unusual.
Kuroro was a man who used logic to plan heists and get the things that he desired, but he also listened to his whims more than was probably healthy. This was how he chose what to steal and what to destroy, what to keep and what to sell.
He studied Kurapica's face quietly for a moment. The blond tilted his head to the side and looked questioningly at him. Kuroro didn't respond and simply folded the pamphlet again.
“Let's go,” he said, then turned on his heels, dropped the pamphlet back on the rack, then headed out of the terminal.
It took only a few minutes to walk to the hotel from the station. Kuroro let the others get their rooms first so he could choose one as far from them as possible. They rode the elevator together, Hisoka getting off on the third floor and Kuroro and Kurapica on the fifth. He didn't know what floor the kids were on and didn't care. He all but pulled Kurapica along as he strode down the hallway until he found the appropriate door and quickly stepped inside. Kurapica shook his hand loose.
“I need clothes,” the blond said, his tone annoyingly imperious for someone speaking to one of the most feared men in the world. “I'm going to take a shower.”
“Your shower can wait,” Kuroro said but Kurapica shook his head.
“Look, I haven't been able to do more than wash up quickly by a bathroom sink for a week. Whatever it is you want, it can wait ten minutes, can't it?”
Kuroro frown and thought about pressing the issue, then decided it wasn't worth it. It was only ten minutes, after all. He walked deeper into the room and called up his Skill Hunter book to retrieve their luggage. The Kuruta soon disappeared into the bathroom and left him to pace up and down the width of the room.
He didn't last very long.
He suddenly took off his belt and went into his bag to retrieve a small bottle, which he slipped into his back pocket. He then veered towards the bathroom. The lock was easy to pick. He strode in and pushed the shower curtain to the side.
“Hey,” Kurapica turned on him, quickly pulling one side of the curtain to hide behind, “what are you doing?!”
The blush on his pale cheeks was quite fetching, and his golden hair was dripping small rivulets of water down the side of his throat that called for Kuroro's tongue. The Spider Head stepped into the shower, jeans and cotton undershirt be damned.
“What are you doing?” Kurapica repeated. “Get out!”
“I don't want to,” Kuroro replied easily, and he tried to pull at the shower curtain, but the boy held onto it with an obstinate grip. “There's no point in being self-conscious at this point, Kurapica,” he tried to reason. “I've already seen all of you.”
“Get. Out,” Kurapica repeated. “I want to be able to take my shower without getting molested in the process, thank you.”
“I don't want to go,” Kuroro said. “I'd very much like to combine touching you and taking a shower at the same time. Plus, it kind of cuts the time it takes to get cleaned up after, don't you think?” Kurapica pursed his lips at him, and Kuroro knew he had him. “I'm just trying to be practical, here.”
“Right,” Kurapica sent back. “I'm sure.” Kuroro grinned at him and the blond looked away. “Next time, just ask before I get into the shower instead of giving me a fright.”
“My apologies,” Kuroro said, taking a step closer. Kurapica still clung to the shower curtain. Kuroro pulled at it gently. “I doubt you would have let me, even if I had asked beforehand. And, like I've said, this is nothing I haven't seen before.”
“I'd still like to be left to decide whether I'm willing to be undressed in front of you or not.” Kurapica protested, still pulling the curtain closer. “Would you stop that?!”
“You can decide now,” Kuroro said and he tugged at the shower curtain one last time, then let his hand drop. He lowered his head, looking down on the blond and letting the water drip over his head at the same time. “Should I leave?”
He tilted his head and repressed a wolfish grin when he saw Kurapica's eyes follow the path that a small rivulet of water was taking down his throat. The blond licked his lips and swallowed before lifting his head up to meet Kuroro's eyes.
“You don't want me to leave, do you, Kurapica?” Kuroro whispered and watched as the blond licked his lips again. He felt about ready to snap, frustrated by his week-long dry spell, but it was important that the blond give him permission. “Do you?” he repeated, and Kurapica finally let go of the curtain.
Kuroro pushed it aside just as the blond took a step closer and fisted a hand into his T-shirt, pulling him down. Their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss that tasted like water and crappy train coffee and each other, their taste melded into one from all of their kisses. Kuroro pushed his tongue forward into Kurapica's mouth and was rewarded by the small humming sound that escaped the blond's throat. He let his hand tangle into the blond, wet locks, and the boy hissed, effectively breaking the kiss.
“That pulls,” he said breathlessly.
Kuroro had to admit the water made it harder for his fingers to slide through the golden tresses.
“You don't like it?” he asked, even as he tugged on the blond hair - on purpose, this time.
“Shut up,” Kurapica breathed out, leaning into the taller man.
He lapped at the water dripping over his Adam's apple, making Kuroro curse softly under his breath. He didn't know how the boy could do this, could know exactly which button to push to get him good and hungry for him. He could have sworn that the blond had been too virginal to have had any experience when they had started this... whatever this was. He wouldn't call it courtship because he wasn't actually courting the Kuruta. Using him, binding him, making him his, surely. That was all.
But when Kurapica pressed against him, the length of his pale, naked body pushing against Kuroro's clothed one, he felt himself react and he couldn't tell who was using who anymore.
“Kurapica,” he growled out warningly, making the blond pause.
“I thought this was what you had come in for?” the Kuruta asked, pulling away to look at him, confusion clear in his blue eyes. “I thought this was what you wanted?”
“It was,” he answered quickly, then amended, “It is.”
He kissed him to hide his thoughtful frown, to cover his sudden doubts.
“It is,” he repeated when he pulled away. “Just, not so fast. I want to make this last.”
He watched the blush bloom over Kurapica's fair cheeks and grinned in answer.
“You're one kinky bastard, you know that?” Kurapica asked him.
“So you like to say,” Kuroro sent back, “but I've yet to see you complain.”
“All I've done is complain,” Kurapica replied right away.
“Well,” Kuroro said, wrapping a hand around the boy's shaft, “it doesn't count if you're half-hard.”
“Shut up,” Kurapica hissed again, having clearly lost this argument.
“Make me,” Kuroro challenged, and was not surprised when Kurapica kissed him again, roughly, messily, all teeth and lips and a tiny little bit of tongue; and really, he was getting way too good at this.
Kuroro chuckled breathlessly, his free hand going around the boy's waist to pull him closer - not that there was a way he could be any closer, not with Kuroro's right hand in between them, working up and down Kurapica's shaft.
The blond broke the kiss.
“What?” he asked, sounding half-breathless and half-annoyed, “why are you laughing?”
“You,” Kuroro said, kissing his frowning lips, “you're amazing.”
This was clearly not what Kurapica had expected, judging by the surprised blink he got.
“Amazing,” Kuroro repeated, nibbling down his jawline to catch his earlobe and pull on it lightly with his teeth.
He heard a breath catch in the blond's throat, heard the beginning of a whimper that the Kuruta clamped down on before it could be acknowledged.
Kuroro chuckled again, then whispered, “I love it when you lose it,” before tugging on his earlobe again with his teeth. He licked at it, then repeated, “I love it when you lose it because of me.”
“I don't,” Kurapica gasped, effectively pausing his own protest.
He fought to master himself, something that Kuroro made sure to make harder by wrapping his hand more firmly around him and stroking him harder, in just the right way. Kuroro heard his breathing hitch up and he knew the blond's eyes would be brilliant red now.
Kurapica let out another gasp, and tried again, “I'm not losing it.”
“No?” Kuroro nipped at his throat. “I could swear you were.”
He tongued down the side of his neck and bit down where it met his shoulder, then he sucked at that spot sharply until Kurapica let out a soft mewl of pleasure and pain that went straight down to Kuroro's cock. He nipped at the spot, then straightened up to pull Kurapica into a hungry, possessive kiss that the boy reciprocated. He let go of the blond, only to rake his fingers down his back from shoulders to his buttocks, making Kurapica arch into him with a breathless moan. He didn't leave the boy time to realize what was happening, but wrapped both hands around the back of his thighs, hitching him up and pushing him into the tiled wall.
Kurapica gasped again, but this time it wasn't from pleasure but from, “Cold!”
Kuroro shut him up with a kiss and dug into his back pocket (he really should try to at least get out of his jeans) to retrieve the small bottle of oil-based lubricant that wouldn't dissolve in the water. His control quickly slipping, he popped the top and upended it into his hand, before somehow slipping it back into his pocket in case he needed more later.
Kurapica hesitantly wrapped his legs around Kuroro's hips, locking his ankles behind the taller man. He gasped again and held his breath as Kuroro smeared the gel over his entrance then pushed a finger in.
“Relax,” Kuroro said, nuzzling just under his ear, ostensibly so he could be heard over the running shower.
“I know,” Kurapica growled. “Just get on with it.”
Kuroro pushed another finger in and chuckled, pretending not to notice when Kurapica shuddered against him. He worked his fingers in a out slowly, then reached back to get the bottle again. He nearly growled when he felt Kurapica pulling impatiently at the button of his jeans.
“Hold on,” he groaned, glad he had taken the time to take off his belt.
Kurapica turned his head to look towards him and Kuroro turned his to glance at him.
“Hurry,” Kurapica breathed out, eyelids lowered over ruby-coloured irises, just before his lips met Kuroro's.
Kuroro didn't need to be told twice, and he got some of the gel on his fingers again before pushing the bottle against Kurapica's hand. The blond moved his hand away, but it was only so he could close it around the small plastic container. As soon as his hand was free, Kuroro reached under, sliding the tips of his fingers lower and lower down his back, into the cleft of his ass, then into him, working three fingers in and out as Kurapica made a soft, strangled little sound. The blond's fingers where pulling helplessly at the hem of his jeans, fingernails catching onto the rough denim, scratching for purchase. Kuroro held his fingers in place, deep inside of the Kuruta and Kurapica gasped sharply. Then, the blond finally managed to pull the denim free of the button, albeit with shaky fingers, and he pulled the zipper tab down as best he could. Kuroro pulled his fingers out so he could hold him in place with both hands while Kurapica got his pants open and pushed them lower.
Kuroro took half a step back to make it easier, effectively breaking the kiss. The boy's hands shook as he poured some of the gel onto his palm and he only hesitated a moment before he pushed that hand into Kuroro's underwear and pulled him out, smearing the lubricant over him.
“All right, all right,” Kuroro growled softly, “enough.”
He stepped closer again, pinning the blond to the shower wall, kissing him deeply until the boy's lips became greedy and desperate, and then he entered him slowly. Kurapica tilted his head back against the tiled wall and Kuroro licked at his throat before giving it a harsh suck that made the blond groan and arch against him. It was such a thrill to hear him. For so long, Kurapica had fought so hard not to make a sound, even as he trembled under Kuroro's hands.
Kuroro wrapped both arms firmly around the Kuruta and pulled him up, then pulled him down, Kurapica's fingernails digging into his shoulders. It would probably leave marks, but Kuroro didn't mind. He welcomed it. He pulled Kurapica up again and pulled him down, harder this time. The blond made a choked little sound in the back of his throat. Kuroro lapped at the dip at the centre of his collarbone, then up his throat, latching at his jawline, before letting go, and grazing his teeth over the skin.
Kurapica shuddered again. He used his thighs to push himself up, seemingly so lost in the feeling that he stopped caring about how wanton he was acting. Kuroro pulled him back down, let him push himself higher before pushing into him again. His mouth found Kurapica's pale shoulder and latched there, sucking hard, intent on leaving a bruise, on marking him, inside and out, that he was his, that the Kuruta belonged to him, that Kurapica was Kuroro's alone.
They continued moving against each other, into and over each other until a particularly hard suck from Kuroro tore a wordless cry from Kurapica, a sound that wasn't only due to pain, a sound that Kuroro felt he could get addicted to. His next thrusts slammed into the blond so hard, it wrung more cries from his throat, until Kurapica's voice was hoarse, and still Kuroro wanted more. He marked his throat next, just below his ear-ring, then towards the front, near his Adam's apple. Still he rocked into him, thrusting into him as hard as he could.
He felt Kurapica's muscles tighten and he knew the blond was close, so he mouthed down his neck, then bit at the base of his throat on the left side and sucked at the skin there as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
Kurapica stopped crying out, seeming to focus all of his energy into staving off his orgasm. Kuroro growled softly and increased the force of his thrusts. Kurapica's voice came out like a choked sob and he came, tightening around Kuroro.
So tight, so hot.
Kuroro was so close. He let go of the blond's throat and rammed into him harder, pounding into him, his fingers digging into the pale skin. When he came, deep inside of the blond, he felt Kurapica arch against him again. He looked up in time to see the blond bite down on his lower lip sharply, as if to keep in a moan and fuck, one day he'd make the boy moan just by coming deep inside of him, he would! He held them in place for a moment after he was finished, panting quietly until he had mastered himself, and then he sought Kurapica's lips with his own. A harsh kiss and he pulled out of him, lowering him back onto his own feet.
“Was this really necessary?” Kurapica asked, his voice rough from crying out in ecstasy for so long. “The wall was cold and my back hurts.”
“Maybe someday you will be honest and tell me how good I make you feel,” Kuroro deadpanned.
Kurapica opened his mouth as if to reply, but the he stopped himself. “Get out and let me finish my shower.”
“As you wish,” Kuroro said.
He wasn't quite content with doing this only once, but he'd had a huge victory in making Kurapica react so much and voice his pleasure during the deed. He could step back for now. Once he made it back into the room, a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, he was feeling much better.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers.
Chapter summary: Shower.
Chapter 93
The road to Kyratin was a long one for Kuroro. A very long one. During the day, he was sitting across from Kurapica, knees brushing as they shifted in their cramped seats, eyes occasionally meeting above the edge of their books. It was unerringly a quiet, tense day, followed by an equally unnerving night, as he lay under Kurapica’s cot, starting at the underside of his bed. As he lay awake, he wondered what Kurapica was thinking, if he even cared that his attitude about this might mean an entire week without touching each other. Kuroro didn't really mind, but it would bother him if the blond thought nothing of it. And it concerned him that it would.
The week crawled by so slowly that it felt more like an entire year, reading all day, staring at the underside of Kurapica's bed at night, wondering what was going on through the Kuruta’s mind as they lay in absolute silence, save for the sound of the train on the rails as they sped towards their destination. By the time they finally reached Kyratin, Kuroro was feeling uncharacteristically on edge and irritated. He wasn't sure who he was more annoyed with, Kurapica for denying him for so long, or himself for being grumpy about it. Normally, he would simply ignore something so irrelevant, but it bothered him now. And that was unacceptable.
They met up on the train platform, Gon and Killua already waiting for them when Kuroro and Kurapica stepped out of the train, Hisoka joining them a few minutes later. The sun was already going down over the horizon, and Kuroro wanted to find them a place to stay. He walked over to a stand and looked at a couple of pamphlets before choosing one.
“We'll stop here for the night,” he said, waiving it around.
He opened it up and looked for the map showing the way from the train to the hotel. It was only a few blocks away. Kurapica came closer and peered at the paper.
“Just so you know,” the Spider Head said, turning to Kurapica's friends, “I'm only renting one room for two. You're on your own, here.”
He glanced at Hisoka to include him in that warning. The jester only shrugged lightly and made a soft sound of scorn or amusement. One could never tell with him. Kuroro was already quite fed up with the stragglers and wanted nothing more than to lose them for at least another night. He hadn't seen them in days, but this was more about monopolizing Kurapica than who actually was with them.
How odd that he should think this way. Very unusual.
Kuroro was a man who used logic to plan heists and get the things that he desired, but he also listened to his whims more than was probably healthy. This was how he chose what to steal and what to destroy, what to keep and what to sell.
He studied Kurapica's face quietly for a moment. The blond tilted his head to the side and looked questioningly at him. Kuroro didn't respond and simply folded the pamphlet again.
“Let's go,” he said, then turned on his heels, dropped the pamphlet back on the rack, then headed out of the terminal.
It took only a few minutes to walk to the hotel from the station. Kuroro let the others get their rooms first so he could choose one as far from them as possible. They rode the elevator together, Hisoka getting off on the third floor and Kuroro and Kurapica on the fifth. He didn't know what floor the kids were on and didn't care. He all but pulled Kurapica along as he strode down the hallway until he found the appropriate door and quickly stepped inside. Kurapica shook his hand loose.
“I need clothes,” the blond said, his tone annoyingly imperious for someone speaking to one of the most feared men in the world. “I'm going to take a shower.”
“Your shower can wait,” Kuroro said but Kurapica shook his head.
“Look, I haven't been able to do more than wash up quickly by a bathroom sink for a week. Whatever it is you want, it can wait ten minutes, can't it?”
Kuroro frown and thought about pressing the issue, then decided it wasn't worth it. It was only ten minutes, after all. He walked deeper into the room and called up his Skill Hunter book to retrieve their luggage. The Kuruta soon disappeared into the bathroom and left him to pace up and down the width of the room.
He didn't last very long.
He suddenly took off his belt and went into his bag to retrieve a small bottle, which he slipped into his back pocket. He then veered towards the bathroom. The lock was easy to pick. He strode in and pushed the shower curtain to the side.
“Hey,” Kurapica turned on him, quickly pulling one side of the curtain to hide behind, “what are you doing?!”
The blush on his pale cheeks was quite fetching, and his golden hair was dripping small rivulets of water down the side of his throat that called for Kuroro's tongue. The Spider Head stepped into the shower, jeans and cotton undershirt be damned.
“What are you doing?” Kurapica repeated. “Get out!”
“I don't want to,” Kuroro replied easily, and he tried to pull at the shower curtain, but the boy held onto it with an obstinate grip. “There's no point in being self-conscious at this point, Kurapica,” he tried to reason. “I've already seen all of you.”
“Get. Out,” Kurapica repeated. “I want to be able to take my shower without getting molested in the process, thank you.”
“I don't want to go,” Kuroro said. “I'd very much like to combine touching you and taking a shower at the same time. Plus, it kind of cuts the time it takes to get cleaned up after, don't you think?” Kurapica pursed his lips at him, and Kuroro knew he had him. “I'm just trying to be practical, here.”
“Right,” Kurapica sent back. “I'm sure.” Kuroro grinned at him and the blond looked away. “Next time, just ask before I get into the shower instead of giving me a fright.”
“My apologies,” Kuroro said, taking a step closer. Kurapica still clung to the shower curtain. Kuroro pulled at it gently. “I doubt you would have let me, even if I had asked beforehand. And, like I've said, this is nothing I haven't seen before.”
“I'd still like to be left to decide whether I'm willing to be undressed in front of you or not.” Kurapica protested, still pulling the curtain closer. “Would you stop that?!”
“You can decide now,” Kuroro said and he tugged at the shower curtain one last time, then let his hand drop. He lowered his head, looking down on the blond and letting the water drip over his head at the same time. “Should I leave?”
He tilted his head and repressed a wolfish grin when he saw Kurapica's eyes follow the path that a small rivulet of water was taking down his throat. The blond licked his lips and swallowed before lifting his head up to meet Kuroro's eyes.
“You don't want me to leave, do you, Kurapica?” Kuroro whispered and watched as the blond licked his lips again. He felt about ready to snap, frustrated by his week-long dry spell, but it was important that the blond give him permission. “Do you?” he repeated, and Kurapica finally let go of the curtain.
Kuroro pushed it aside just as the blond took a step closer and fisted a hand into his T-shirt, pulling him down. Their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss that tasted like water and crappy train coffee and each other, their taste melded into one from all of their kisses. Kuroro pushed his tongue forward into Kurapica's mouth and was rewarded by the small humming sound that escaped the blond's throat. He let his hand tangle into the blond, wet locks, and the boy hissed, effectively breaking the kiss.
“That pulls,” he said breathlessly.
Kuroro had to admit the water made it harder for his fingers to slide through the golden tresses.
“You don't like it?” he asked, even as he tugged on the blond hair - on purpose, this time.
“Shut up,” Kurapica breathed out, leaning into the taller man.
He lapped at the water dripping over his Adam's apple, making Kuroro curse softly under his breath. He didn't know how the boy could do this, could know exactly which button to push to get him good and hungry for him. He could have sworn that the blond had been too virginal to have had any experience when they had started this... whatever this was. He wouldn't call it courtship because he wasn't actually courting the Kuruta. Using him, binding him, making him his, surely. That was all.
But when Kurapica pressed against him, the length of his pale, naked body pushing against Kuroro's clothed one, he felt himself react and he couldn't tell who was using who anymore.
“Kurapica,” he growled out warningly, making the blond pause.
“I thought this was what you had come in for?” the Kuruta asked, pulling away to look at him, confusion clear in his blue eyes. “I thought this was what you wanted?”
“It was,” he answered quickly, then amended, “It is.”
He kissed him to hide his thoughtful frown, to cover his sudden doubts.
“It is,” he repeated when he pulled away. “Just, not so fast. I want to make this last.”
He watched the blush bloom over Kurapica's fair cheeks and grinned in answer.
“You're one kinky bastard, you know that?” Kurapica asked him.
“So you like to say,” Kuroro sent back, “but I've yet to see you complain.”
“All I've done is complain,” Kurapica replied right away.
“Well,” Kuroro said, wrapping a hand around the boy's shaft, “it doesn't count if you're half-hard.”
“Shut up,” Kurapica hissed again, having clearly lost this argument.
“Make me,” Kuroro challenged, and was not surprised when Kurapica kissed him again, roughly, messily, all teeth and lips and a tiny little bit of tongue; and really, he was getting way too good at this.
Kuroro chuckled breathlessly, his free hand going around the boy's waist to pull him closer - not that there was a way he could be any closer, not with Kuroro's right hand in between them, working up and down Kurapica's shaft.
The blond broke the kiss.
“What?” he asked, sounding half-breathless and half-annoyed, “why are you laughing?”
“You,” Kuroro said, kissing his frowning lips, “you're amazing.”
This was clearly not what Kurapica had expected, judging by the surprised blink he got.
“Amazing,” Kuroro repeated, nibbling down his jawline to catch his earlobe and pull on it lightly with his teeth.
He heard a breath catch in the blond's throat, heard the beginning of a whimper that the Kuruta clamped down on before it could be acknowledged.
Kuroro chuckled again, then whispered, “I love it when you lose it,” before tugging on his earlobe again with his teeth. He licked at it, then repeated, “I love it when you lose it because of me.”
“I don't,” Kurapica gasped, effectively pausing his own protest.
He fought to master himself, something that Kuroro made sure to make harder by wrapping his hand more firmly around him and stroking him harder, in just the right way. Kuroro heard his breathing hitch up and he knew the blond's eyes would be brilliant red now.
Kurapica let out another gasp, and tried again, “I'm not losing it.”
“No?” Kuroro nipped at his throat. “I could swear you were.”
He tongued down the side of his neck and bit down where it met his shoulder, then he sucked at that spot sharply until Kurapica let out a soft mewl of pleasure and pain that went straight down to Kuroro's cock. He nipped at the spot, then straightened up to pull Kurapica into a hungry, possessive kiss that the boy reciprocated. He let go of the blond, only to rake his fingers down his back from shoulders to his buttocks, making Kurapica arch into him with a breathless moan. He didn't leave the boy time to realize what was happening, but wrapped both hands around the back of his thighs, hitching him up and pushing him into the tiled wall.
Kurapica gasped again, but this time it wasn't from pleasure but from, “Cold!”
Kuroro shut him up with a kiss and dug into his back pocket (he really should try to at least get out of his jeans) to retrieve the small bottle of oil-based lubricant that wouldn't dissolve in the water. His control quickly slipping, he popped the top and upended it into his hand, before somehow slipping it back into his pocket in case he needed more later.
Kurapica hesitantly wrapped his legs around Kuroro's hips, locking his ankles behind the taller man. He gasped again and held his breath as Kuroro smeared the gel over his entrance then pushed a finger in.
“Relax,” Kuroro said, nuzzling just under his ear, ostensibly so he could be heard over the running shower.
“I know,” Kurapica growled. “Just get on with it.”
Kuroro pushed another finger in and chuckled, pretending not to notice when Kurapica shuddered against him. He worked his fingers in a out slowly, then reached back to get the bottle again. He nearly growled when he felt Kurapica pulling impatiently at the button of his jeans.
“Hold on,” he groaned, glad he had taken the time to take off his belt.
Kurapica turned his head to look towards him and Kuroro turned his to glance at him.
“Hurry,” Kurapica breathed out, eyelids lowered over ruby-coloured irises, just before his lips met Kuroro's.
Kuroro didn't need to be told twice, and he got some of the gel on his fingers again before pushing the bottle against Kurapica's hand. The blond moved his hand away, but it was only so he could close it around the small plastic container. As soon as his hand was free, Kuroro reached under, sliding the tips of his fingers lower and lower down his back, into the cleft of his ass, then into him, working three fingers in and out as Kurapica made a soft, strangled little sound. The blond's fingers where pulling helplessly at the hem of his jeans, fingernails catching onto the rough denim, scratching for purchase. Kuroro held his fingers in place, deep inside of the Kuruta and Kurapica gasped sharply. Then, the blond finally managed to pull the denim free of the button, albeit with shaky fingers, and he pulled the zipper tab down as best he could. Kuroro pulled his fingers out so he could hold him in place with both hands while Kurapica got his pants open and pushed them lower.
Kuroro took half a step back to make it easier, effectively breaking the kiss. The boy's hands shook as he poured some of the gel onto his palm and he only hesitated a moment before he pushed that hand into Kuroro's underwear and pulled him out, smearing the lubricant over him.
“All right, all right,” Kuroro growled softly, “enough.”
He stepped closer again, pinning the blond to the shower wall, kissing him deeply until the boy's lips became greedy and desperate, and then he entered him slowly. Kurapica tilted his head back against the tiled wall and Kuroro licked at his throat before giving it a harsh suck that made the blond groan and arch against him. It was such a thrill to hear him. For so long, Kurapica had fought so hard not to make a sound, even as he trembled under Kuroro's hands.
Kuroro wrapped both arms firmly around the Kuruta and pulled him up, then pulled him down, Kurapica's fingernails digging into his shoulders. It would probably leave marks, but Kuroro didn't mind. He welcomed it. He pulled Kurapica up again and pulled him down, harder this time. The blond made a choked little sound in the back of his throat. Kuroro lapped at the dip at the centre of his collarbone, then up his throat, latching at his jawline, before letting go, and grazing his teeth over the skin.
Kurapica shuddered again. He used his thighs to push himself up, seemingly so lost in the feeling that he stopped caring about how wanton he was acting. Kuroro pulled him back down, let him push himself higher before pushing into him again. His mouth found Kurapica's pale shoulder and latched there, sucking hard, intent on leaving a bruise, on marking him, inside and out, that he was his, that the Kuruta belonged to him, that Kurapica was Kuroro's alone.
They continued moving against each other, into and over each other until a particularly hard suck from Kuroro tore a wordless cry from Kurapica, a sound that wasn't only due to pain, a sound that Kuroro felt he could get addicted to. His next thrusts slammed into the blond so hard, it wrung more cries from his throat, until Kurapica's voice was hoarse, and still Kuroro wanted more. He marked his throat next, just below his ear-ring, then towards the front, near his Adam's apple. Still he rocked into him, thrusting into him as hard as he could.
He felt Kurapica's muscles tighten and he knew the blond was close, so he mouthed down his neck, then bit at the base of his throat on the left side and sucked at the skin there as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
Kurapica stopped crying out, seeming to focus all of his energy into staving off his orgasm. Kuroro growled softly and increased the force of his thrusts. Kurapica's voice came out like a choked sob and he came, tightening around Kuroro.
So tight, so hot.
Kuroro was so close. He let go of the blond's throat and rammed into him harder, pounding into him, his fingers digging into the pale skin. When he came, deep inside of the blond, he felt Kurapica arch against him again. He looked up in time to see the blond bite down on his lower lip sharply, as if to keep in a moan and fuck, one day he'd make the boy moan just by coming deep inside of him, he would! He held them in place for a moment after he was finished, panting quietly until he had mastered himself, and then he sought Kurapica's lips with his own. A harsh kiss and he pulled out of him, lowering him back onto his own feet.
“Was this really necessary?” Kurapica asked, his voice rough from crying out in ecstasy for so long. “The wall was cold and my back hurts.”
“Maybe someday you will be honest and tell me how good I make you feel,” Kuroro deadpanned.
Kurapica opened his mouth as if to reply, but the he stopped himself. “Get out and let me finish my shower.”
“As you wish,” Kuroro said.
He wasn't quite content with doing this only once, but he'd had a huge victory in making Kurapica react so much and voice his pleasure during the deed. He could step back for now. Once he made it back into the room, a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, he was feeling much better.