Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 79 - 2,615 words
Note: NSFW. This felt so much like a wedding night, I can't
Beta-reader: Cookie
Chapter summary: What he wants.
Chapter 79
Kurapica stood, naked and flushed, his mind whirling madly for something to say, a way to get out of what the older man was asking him to admit to. One of Kuroro's hands left his torso. A moment later, he felt a slight tug at his hair. Kuroro took out the pins that had held his hair up under the wig while they were at the party, one by one. He gripped Kurapica's hip bone with his free hand, holding him tight. Soon, the tightness at his scalp that the blond had suffered all evening was gone and he breathed a sigh of relief. He relaxed a little, his shoulders slumping forward.
He heard a soft chuckle behind him. “Was it that painful?” The taller man wanted to know.
“Not painful,” the blond answered with a slight toss of his head. “Simply tight and rather annoying.”
The next chuckle was a warm breath of air against the back of his neck, and it blew the newly freed hair, making it brush against Kurapica's skin. He shivered.
Another soft laughter, and the taller man asked, “Sensitive?”
“Shut up,” Kurapica murmured in response.
There was a moment of silence, then he suddenly felt Kuroro's mouth at the base of his neck. Lips first, simply trailing over the skin. Up it went and the blond sucked in a sharp intake of air. When he felt teeth, just brushing against the back of his neck, he lowered his head further and let out a shaky breath. It seemed to him as if the sound echoed through the room. He felt Kuroro's hand tighten over his hip bone.
“You have yet to answer me,” the taller man reminded him. “What is it that you want?”
The young Hunter turned his head, trying to look at him, but Kuroro's face was too close and he couldn't see him.
“I saw it,” the older man said. “I saw it in your eyes.”
“Then why do you want me to say it?” Kurapica asked, turning back to the mirror again, where he could actually see Kuroro's face, at least. “If you know the answer, why do you need me to say it?”
“I want to hear it,” Kuroro murmured into his ear.
He moved his hand over Kurapica again, and the blond could see the movement in the mirror, even if the touch was hidden from view by the counter. He bit his lower lip, clamping down so hard that it hurt. Kuroro's free hand slowly slid up his chest to his throat, where it lay for a moment, making the blond's heart trip all over itself, then on it went to his mouth. The fingers gently freed his lower lip and slid just inside of his mouth.
“Tell me,” he insisted softly, “what is it that you want, right now?”
Watching himself in the mirror, Kurapica saw his eyes flash red a few times before the colour settled for good. His tongue moved under Kuroro's finger-pads and he let out a soft whimper despite his best effort. The older man's knuckles flexed lightly and Kurapica could see his eyes darken, making his own heart thud faster in his chest.
“Say what you want,” Kuroro whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “and I will give it to you.”
He took a half-step back, releasing the blond, still close enough to touch, but not making contact. He watched Kurapica in the mirror, watched him battle with himself to stay in control. It was all in vain. Kurapica had effectively lost control a long time ago.
“I want,” he began, but he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “I want you...”
His voice was soft, his throat tight.
“Good,” Kuroro murmured, sounding genuinely pleased.
Kurapica lowered his head, feeling ashamed now that the words had been said out loud. It was hard enough to accept this in his own heart, but now that the words had been said, he couldn't bear to look at Kuroro or at himself in the reflection from the mirror.
“I'm glad you feel that way,” the older man continued. “As promised, I'm going to take you to bed now and give you exactly what you want.”
He spun Kurapica around and quickly picked him up, making the blond let out a soft cry of surprise. He wrapped an arm around the back of Kuroro's neck, though he knew that the Spider Head would not drop him. He needed to feel like he had some amount of control. Kuroro carried him out to the bedroom and gently set him down onto the bed. He went down on one knee in front of him and the blond held his breath, his blood-red eyes widening in wonder. Slowly, Kuroro took off on sheer stocking, then the other, the tip of his fingers sliding over the skin of his thighs and legs. The younger man shivered and his breathing got heavier.
Kuroro got back to his feet. His eyes fixed on the Kuruta's, he slipped out of his vest and fully undid his necktie. He let both fall to the floor. Kurapica's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. For some reason, the entire situation was both scarier and more exciting than anything he'd ever experienced with him so far. Kuroro undid the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, his gaze still focused on the blond, who squirmed a bit, trying to hide his arousal. It was a futile attempt. Wholly naked, there was nothing to cover himself with.
The silk shirt slid off of Kuroro's shoulders, down his arms and joined the other items of clothing on the floor. Kurapica's throat felt tight, so tight. A silly mental image came to mind, one that nearly made him choke with embarrassment and horror (or was it excitement?), the distinct impression that he now knew how a young maiden would feel like on her wedding night. He swallowed thickly. The thought was only due to this whole engagement lie, surely. That had to be it. He would never have thought it under normal circumstances.
Kuroro undid his belt and the fastening on his trousers and pushed everything, including his underwear, down to the floor. He toed his shoes off and advanced on the blond who stopped breathing, his eyes going wide.
“I'll give you what you want,” the Spider Head said again. “Everything that you want.”
Something about the way Kuroro had said it pulled at Kurapica's mind, but he couldn't think properly, especially when Kuroro climbed onto the bed and got rid of his socks. Kurapica shuffled backwards and the older man crawled over him, reminding the blond of a stalking panther. When Kurapica stopped moving, Kuroro hovered over him, the weight of his gaze stealing his breath away.
“Say it again,” Kuroro whispered, his lips close, so close.
Kurapica's tongue darted out and he pushed up, closing the distance between them, drawing Kuroro into a kiss. His arm slid around the back of the older man's neck once more. When they parted, he panted softly.
“I want you,” he murmured. “I want you, so stop this nonsense and touch me.”
Kuroro's eyes, fixed on his, darkened further, and he suddenly leaned in to kiss him again. It was hot and passionate, and the older man wasted no time deepening it. Their tongues met and Kurapica had to repress a groan. Gods, Kuroro always set his body alight with desire.
“Good,” Kuroro said when they parted, “because I want you too.”
Again, the young Hunter found that it was difficult to breathe. The older man's hands slid down his torso. When his thumbs twirled over the blond's nipples, Kurapica bit his lower lip, closed his eyes and arched his back. His hand gripped Kuroro's far shoulder, his fingers digging into the muscles there.
Kuroro nipped at his earlobe, then mouthed a path down his throat. The Kuruta tilted his head back and he clamped on a whimper, refusing to let it out. He slid his foot up, the inside of his thigh brushing against the side of Kuroro's leg. His thoughts were getting hazy. The only thing he knew with any sort of certainty was that he wanted more of this, more of the delicious touches, more of the dizzying kisses.
Although he did not voice these desires, Kuroro seemed to have heard him, for he returned to his lips while his hands travelled up and down his chest once more. Kurapica kissed him again and again, with a sort of frenetic desperation that made Kuroro chuckle. The older man pulled away somewhat so that he could look at him. One of his hands came up to touch the blond's cheek. His fingertips dug into the skin just enough that Kurapica suddenly feared that the man was going to dig his eyes out then and there. He held his breath.
“Your eyes,” Kuroro murmured, but rather than finish whatever was on his mind, he leaned down again and seized Kurapica's lips in a searing kiss again.
His hands slid down and he raked his fingers down the younger man's ribs. Lower they went, until Kuroro grabbed his hips and pulled them off of the mattress just as there was an edge of teeth over Kurapica's lower lip.
The blond let out a shaky breath and his free hand slid down Kuroro's back. His knee leaned inwards and he canted his head back. Kuroro wasted no time in nibbling down his throat again. Kurapica felt him stretch one arm up, and some distant part of his mind informed him that it was likely the older man was going for the bottle of lubricant. It was amazing how such things simply didn't bother him anymore.
He expected Kuroro's fingers and although is was a awkward and a little embarrassing, he now knew that it would get better. He breathed deeply and forced himself to relax as best he could. Kuroro prepared him slowly, carefully, leaving him ample time to adjust. They had been doing this for some time now, yet it was still somewhat difficult for the blond, even though he had read somewhere that it should get easier in time.
Finally, Kuroro pulled his fingers out. He took his lips in another toe-curling kiss and slowly started pushing in. It was slow and a little uncomfortable at first, but the sensations soon turned to pleasure, and Kurapica threw his head back again, his breathing coming out faster now. Kuroro partly pulled out, then pushed back in and the blond let out a shaky breath. The older man started sucking at his shoulder and Kurapica's hands flew to his head, the fingers digging into the dark tresses. On the next thrust, he pushed with his hips against the movement and barely managed to keep from crying out.
It felt good, felt so good, and Kurapica's mind was spinning, his thoughts flying away from him like a flock of startled birds. Kuroro leaned his weight forward onto one hand and he gripped the blond's hip with the other as he thrust in again. Kurapica was falling, sinking and oh! How unfair that something so wrong could feel so good! As Kuroro rocked into him again, he opened his eyes and looked up at him. The dark eyes were fixed on him, a deep hunger shining through, the same intense look he had when he was focused, or when he looked at ancient artifacts secured away behind protective glass. It made Kurapica feel like a priceless work of art, or, contrarily, like a prey being stalked by a powerful predator.
Not wanting to see the look in his eyes anymore, he pulled Kuroro into another kiss. He nibbled at his lips and only broke it when the taller man pushed in again and the blond had to let go of another breath. Another kiss followed, then another. Kuroro kept the movement slow and steady, and the blond could feel pleasure building, deep inside. Kuroro's hand was warm, so warm. Soon, the slow pace was not enough, and he began wishing for more.
He soon got just that. Kuroro placed one last kiss on his lips, a nearly harsh press his mouth on Kurapica's, then he straightened up his back and seized the blond's hips with both hands as he rocked into him, giving more strength to his thrusts. He picked up speed as well, and Kurapica clamped hard on his lower lip to keep himself from voicing the pleasure that suddenly rose inside of him. He'd had to let go of Kuroro's hair and his fingers scrambled over the bed covers for something to hold onto. The next thrust was even more powerful and he hissed, still fighting for control over himself.
Each movement in and out of him heightened his passion and he couldn't keep his eyes closed anymore. He looked up again, met Kuroro's black midnight eyes once more. Oh, how his gaze burned! The older man rocked into him again, again and one more time, before he leaned in, putting his weight forward onto his left hand once more. His right one slipped to the back of Kurapica's pelvis and he pulled it slightly higher just as he stole a rough kiss from the blond. The change in position, his hips canted differently, made Kurapica let out a soft sound despite his best effort, as heat started gathering inside of him, a pool of molten magma, just below his navel.
His legs tightened on either side of Kuroro's hips as he started panting in earnest between kisses. It was a desperate, feverish dance of bodies, graceless perhaps, but exhilarating, a wordless show of desire and possessiveness as old as time itself and Kurapica lost himself in its rhythm. He was drowning, carried offshore by a surging wave of thrilling gratification, and if he went under, let him drown! He wanted it, welcomed it, and if the souls of his murdered loved ones cursed him for it from their graves, then accursed he would live.
Kuroro pulled him higher and the blond again let slip out a soft sound. His fingers tangled in the dark hair again, pulling at it as he tried to keep under control. His hands started trembling. He nipped at Kuroro's mouth, his teeth scraping over his lower lip and he let out a soft cry again, closer to a breathy whimper, and suddenly, it was enough, it was too much. He came undone entirely, not even needing to be touched, but reached completion like this, his lips on Kuroro's, fingers in his hair, their lower limbs tangled on the sheets.
Kuroro followed soon after and the heat of his release inside of the Kuruta felt nearly too much, something like shame and wonder, a sense of belonging and of horror, a complex feeling that made no sense, that made his head spin.
There was a moment of quiet, then Kuroro took his lips in a rough kiss again, something that confused him further, but it soon pushed all thoughts from his mind. He revelled in the touch, letting it dizzy him completely, and when the older man pulled away, he was sad to let him go. He felt him get up, but kept his eyes closed, focusing on catching his breath. Kuroro's footsteps padded softly towards the bathroom. Kurapica heard the faucet turn on, then off. Kuroro returned. There was a warm, wet washcloth sliding over his skin, then Kuroro went back into the bathroom, only to return soon after. The mattress dipped and shifted as he got into bed. Kurapica's last thoughts as he drifted into sleep was that Kuroro's arms were warm and comfortable.
Beta-reader: Cookie
Chapter summary: What he wants.
Chapter 79
Kurapica stood, naked and flushed, his mind whirling madly for something to say, a way to get out of what the older man was asking him to admit to. One of Kuroro's hands left his torso. A moment later, he felt a slight tug at his hair. Kuroro took out the pins that had held his hair up under the wig while they were at the party, one by one. He gripped Kurapica's hip bone with his free hand, holding him tight. Soon, the tightness at his scalp that the blond had suffered all evening was gone and he breathed a sigh of relief. He relaxed a little, his shoulders slumping forward.
He heard a soft chuckle behind him. “Was it that painful?” The taller man wanted to know.
“Not painful,” the blond answered with a slight toss of his head. “Simply tight and rather annoying.”
The next chuckle was a warm breath of air against the back of his neck, and it blew the newly freed hair, making it brush against Kurapica's skin. He shivered.
Another soft laughter, and the taller man asked, “Sensitive?”
“Shut up,” Kurapica murmured in response.
There was a moment of silence, then he suddenly felt Kuroro's mouth at the base of his neck. Lips first, simply trailing over the skin. Up it went and the blond sucked in a sharp intake of air. When he felt teeth, just brushing against the back of his neck, he lowered his head further and let out a shaky breath. It seemed to him as if the sound echoed through the room. He felt Kuroro's hand tighten over his hip bone.
“You have yet to answer me,” the taller man reminded him. “What is it that you want?”
The young Hunter turned his head, trying to look at him, but Kuroro's face was too close and he couldn't see him.
“I saw it,” the older man said. “I saw it in your eyes.”
“Then why do you want me to say it?” Kurapica asked, turning back to the mirror again, where he could actually see Kuroro's face, at least. “If you know the answer, why do you need me to say it?”
“I want to hear it,” Kuroro murmured into his ear.
He moved his hand over Kurapica again, and the blond could see the movement in the mirror, even if the touch was hidden from view by the counter. He bit his lower lip, clamping down so hard that it hurt. Kuroro's free hand slowly slid up his chest to his throat, where it lay for a moment, making the blond's heart trip all over itself, then on it went to his mouth. The fingers gently freed his lower lip and slid just inside of his mouth.
“Tell me,” he insisted softly, “what is it that you want, right now?”
Watching himself in the mirror, Kurapica saw his eyes flash red a few times before the colour settled for good. His tongue moved under Kuroro's finger-pads and he let out a soft whimper despite his best effort. The older man's knuckles flexed lightly and Kurapica could see his eyes darken, making his own heart thud faster in his chest.
“Say what you want,” Kuroro whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “and I will give it to you.”
He took a half-step back, releasing the blond, still close enough to touch, but not making contact. He watched Kurapica in the mirror, watched him battle with himself to stay in control. It was all in vain. Kurapica had effectively lost control a long time ago.
“I want,” he began, but he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “I want you...”
His voice was soft, his throat tight.
“Good,” Kuroro murmured, sounding genuinely pleased.
Kurapica lowered his head, feeling ashamed now that the words had been said out loud. It was hard enough to accept this in his own heart, but now that the words had been said, he couldn't bear to look at Kuroro or at himself in the reflection from the mirror.
“I'm glad you feel that way,” the older man continued. “As promised, I'm going to take you to bed now and give you exactly what you want.”
He spun Kurapica around and quickly picked him up, making the blond let out a soft cry of surprise. He wrapped an arm around the back of Kuroro's neck, though he knew that the Spider Head would not drop him. He needed to feel like he had some amount of control. Kuroro carried him out to the bedroom and gently set him down onto the bed. He went down on one knee in front of him and the blond held his breath, his blood-red eyes widening in wonder. Slowly, Kuroro took off on sheer stocking, then the other, the tip of his fingers sliding over the skin of his thighs and legs. The younger man shivered and his breathing got heavier.
Kuroro got back to his feet. His eyes fixed on the Kuruta's, he slipped out of his vest and fully undid his necktie. He let both fall to the floor. Kurapica's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. For some reason, the entire situation was both scarier and more exciting than anything he'd ever experienced with him so far. Kuroro undid the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, his gaze still focused on the blond, who squirmed a bit, trying to hide his arousal. It was a futile attempt. Wholly naked, there was nothing to cover himself with.
The silk shirt slid off of Kuroro's shoulders, down his arms and joined the other items of clothing on the floor. Kurapica's throat felt tight, so tight. A silly mental image came to mind, one that nearly made him choke with embarrassment and horror (or was it excitement?), the distinct impression that he now knew how a young maiden would feel like on her wedding night. He swallowed thickly. The thought was only due to this whole engagement lie, surely. That had to be it. He would never have thought it under normal circumstances.
Kuroro undid his belt and the fastening on his trousers and pushed everything, including his underwear, down to the floor. He toed his shoes off and advanced on the blond who stopped breathing, his eyes going wide.
“I'll give you what you want,” the Spider Head said again. “Everything that you want.”
Something about the way Kuroro had said it pulled at Kurapica's mind, but he couldn't think properly, especially when Kuroro climbed onto the bed and got rid of his socks. Kurapica shuffled backwards and the older man crawled over him, reminding the blond of a stalking panther. When Kurapica stopped moving, Kuroro hovered over him, the weight of his gaze stealing his breath away.
“Say it again,” Kuroro whispered, his lips close, so close.
Kurapica's tongue darted out and he pushed up, closing the distance between them, drawing Kuroro into a kiss. His arm slid around the back of the older man's neck once more. When they parted, he panted softly.
“I want you,” he murmured. “I want you, so stop this nonsense and touch me.”
Kuroro's eyes, fixed on his, darkened further, and he suddenly leaned in to kiss him again. It was hot and passionate, and the older man wasted no time deepening it. Their tongues met and Kurapica had to repress a groan. Gods, Kuroro always set his body alight with desire.
“Good,” Kuroro said when they parted, “because I want you too.”
Again, the young Hunter found that it was difficult to breathe. The older man's hands slid down his torso. When his thumbs twirled over the blond's nipples, Kurapica bit his lower lip, closed his eyes and arched his back. His hand gripped Kuroro's far shoulder, his fingers digging into the muscles there.
Kuroro nipped at his earlobe, then mouthed a path down his throat. The Kuruta tilted his head back and he clamped on a whimper, refusing to let it out. He slid his foot up, the inside of his thigh brushing against the side of Kuroro's leg. His thoughts were getting hazy. The only thing he knew with any sort of certainty was that he wanted more of this, more of the delicious touches, more of the dizzying kisses.
Although he did not voice these desires, Kuroro seemed to have heard him, for he returned to his lips while his hands travelled up and down his chest once more. Kurapica kissed him again and again, with a sort of frenetic desperation that made Kuroro chuckle. The older man pulled away somewhat so that he could look at him. One of his hands came up to touch the blond's cheek. His fingertips dug into the skin just enough that Kurapica suddenly feared that the man was going to dig his eyes out then and there. He held his breath.
“Your eyes,” Kuroro murmured, but rather than finish whatever was on his mind, he leaned down again and seized Kurapica's lips in a searing kiss again.
His hands slid down and he raked his fingers down the younger man's ribs. Lower they went, until Kuroro grabbed his hips and pulled them off of the mattress just as there was an edge of teeth over Kurapica's lower lip.
The blond let out a shaky breath and his free hand slid down Kuroro's back. His knee leaned inwards and he canted his head back. Kuroro wasted no time in nibbling down his throat again. Kurapica felt him stretch one arm up, and some distant part of his mind informed him that it was likely the older man was going for the bottle of lubricant. It was amazing how such things simply didn't bother him anymore.
He expected Kuroro's fingers and although is was a awkward and a little embarrassing, he now knew that it would get better. He breathed deeply and forced himself to relax as best he could. Kuroro prepared him slowly, carefully, leaving him ample time to adjust. They had been doing this for some time now, yet it was still somewhat difficult for the blond, even though he had read somewhere that it should get easier in time.
Finally, Kuroro pulled his fingers out. He took his lips in another toe-curling kiss and slowly started pushing in. It was slow and a little uncomfortable at first, but the sensations soon turned to pleasure, and Kurapica threw his head back again, his breathing coming out faster now. Kuroro partly pulled out, then pushed back in and the blond let out a shaky breath. The older man started sucking at his shoulder and Kurapica's hands flew to his head, the fingers digging into the dark tresses. On the next thrust, he pushed with his hips against the movement and barely managed to keep from crying out.
It felt good, felt so good, and Kurapica's mind was spinning, his thoughts flying away from him like a flock of startled birds. Kuroro leaned his weight forward onto one hand and he gripped the blond's hip with the other as he thrust in again. Kurapica was falling, sinking and oh! How unfair that something so wrong could feel so good! As Kuroro rocked into him again, he opened his eyes and looked up at him. The dark eyes were fixed on him, a deep hunger shining through, the same intense look he had when he was focused, or when he looked at ancient artifacts secured away behind protective glass. It made Kurapica feel like a priceless work of art, or, contrarily, like a prey being stalked by a powerful predator.
Not wanting to see the look in his eyes anymore, he pulled Kuroro into another kiss. He nibbled at his lips and only broke it when the taller man pushed in again and the blond had to let go of another breath. Another kiss followed, then another. Kuroro kept the movement slow and steady, and the blond could feel pleasure building, deep inside. Kuroro's hand was warm, so warm. Soon, the slow pace was not enough, and he began wishing for more.
He soon got just that. Kuroro placed one last kiss on his lips, a nearly harsh press his mouth on Kurapica's, then he straightened up his back and seized the blond's hips with both hands as he rocked into him, giving more strength to his thrusts. He picked up speed as well, and Kurapica clamped hard on his lower lip to keep himself from voicing the pleasure that suddenly rose inside of him. He'd had to let go of Kuroro's hair and his fingers scrambled over the bed covers for something to hold onto. The next thrust was even more powerful and he hissed, still fighting for control over himself.
Each movement in and out of him heightened his passion and he couldn't keep his eyes closed anymore. He looked up again, met Kuroro's black midnight eyes once more. Oh, how his gaze burned! The older man rocked into him again, again and one more time, before he leaned in, putting his weight forward onto his left hand once more. His right one slipped to the back of Kurapica's pelvis and he pulled it slightly higher just as he stole a rough kiss from the blond. The change in position, his hips canted differently, made Kurapica let out a soft sound despite his best effort, as heat started gathering inside of him, a pool of molten magma, just below his navel.
His legs tightened on either side of Kuroro's hips as he started panting in earnest between kisses. It was a desperate, feverish dance of bodies, graceless perhaps, but exhilarating, a wordless show of desire and possessiveness as old as time itself and Kurapica lost himself in its rhythm. He was drowning, carried offshore by a surging wave of thrilling gratification, and if he went under, let him drown! He wanted it, welcomed it, and if the souls of his murdered loved ones cursed him for it from their graves, then accursed he would live.
Kuroro pulled him higher and the blond again let slip out a soft sound. His fingers tangled in the dark hair again, pulling at it as he tried to keep under control. His hands started trembling. He nipped at Kuroro's mouth, his teeth scraping over his lower lip and he let out a soft cry again, closer to a breathy whimper, and suddenly, it was enough, it was too much. He came undone entirely, not even needing to be touched, but reached completion like this, his lips on Kuroro's, fingers in his hair, their lower limbs tangled on the sheets.
Kuroro followed soon after and the heat of his release inside of the Kuruta felt nearly too much, something like shame and wonder, a sense of belonging and of horror, a complex feeling that made no sense, that made his head spin.
There was a moment of quiet, then Kuroro took his lips in a rough kiss again, something that confused him further, but it soon pushed all thoughts from his mind. He revelled in the touch, letting it dizzy him completely, and when the older man pulled away, he was sad to let him go. He felt him get up, but kept his eyes closed, focusing on catching his breath. Kuroro's footsteps padded softly towards the bathroom. Kurapica heard the faucet turn on, then off. Kuroro returned. There was a warm, wet washcloth sliding over his skin, then Kuroro went back into the bathroom, only to return soon after. The mattress dipped and shifted as he got into bed. Kurapica's last thoughts as he drifted into sleep was that Kuroro's arms were warm and comfortable.