Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 102 - 3,281 words
Note: NSFW. might be that last naughty scene before the end so i had a bit of performance anxiety. requested by my friend gold.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers, Jo and Gold
Chapter summary: Car seat.
Chapter 102
They had to trek back through the same familiar wasteland on their way out of Ryuuseigai, but once they got to more populated areas, it was easy to obtain a car to drive to the closest city. Kuroro didn't volunteer where he'd gotten it, and the blond didn't ask. It would be a much shorter trip, now that they simply had a destination in mind and no long list of things to get before arriving there, but it still took the better part of three days and two layovers just to get into the neighbouring country. Lukso province was so off the beaten path that the country itself didn't even have a single airport.
From the airport, Kuroro acquired another car, something that could handle going off-road, and they both settled in the front seats to start on their way to Lukso itself. Now aware that Kurapica could actually drive, the Spider Head made him take over when he wanted a rest, and between the two of them, they made good time. They made it to the country borders by dinner time and stopped at a small restaurant there before crossing over. They drove on for a little longer, before the road abruptly ended at a small village. There was nowhere to stay for the night, so Kurapica, who was currently driving, went past it and onto a grassy plain, manoeuvring the car fairly well despite the lack of road. It was rougher, with rocks and occasional holes, and after a moment, Kuroro asked to switch, as he was obviously more used to off-road driving. Kurapica relinquished the wheel without hesitation.
They drove on for another hour before reaching a copse of trees that would provide a bit of cover for the night. They got out of the car and took out some sleeping bags that they had bought for this purpose, knowing that it was quite a trek to reach the ruins of the village where Kurapica had grown up. It was a cool night, but Kurapica wasn't sure it was the only reason why he decided to shuffle closer to the other man, aware that it may be just so that he’d be able to feel Kuroro's arm through the heavy fabric of their sleeping bags.
They rose with the sun, the light making it impossible to sleep any longer. They ate a light breakfast of nuts and dried fruit, and the only comment Kuroro made was that he missed Kurapica's pancakes. The blond had a soft smile at that, but the closer they got to what was once his hometown, the harder he found it not to brood. He found it even more difficult throughout that day, as Kuroro insisted on driving, since he was better at it out in the wilderness. With nothing to do, the blond stared out of the window and tried not to recognize the scenery rolling past them.
It was all far too familiar still, and the ache that had started in his chest at the border grew and grew with each passing kilometre. Sometime in the late afternoon, a light drizzle started to fall. The temperature grew colder, and the blond half-wished that his emotions would cool with it. In a twist of irony, Kuroro reached for the middle console of the dashboard and turned the heat on. It was all so ridiculous, really. Even without knowing the blond's thoughts, Kuroro managed to get right in and upturn them. It was maddening.
The Spider Head glanced at him, and Kurapica could see unspoken questions in his eyes, but what could he say? He shook his head and returned his attention to the land they were driving through. The plains were dotted with trees, and he knew that soon, they would be in a sparse woodland; they’d still be able to drive, but by the morning of the coming day, they would have to abandon the car and proceed on foot.
They soon made it to the trees and had to stop early, as the light grew too dim much sooner under the boughs. Kuroro undid his seatbelt. He grabbed an electric lantern from the backseat and turned it on to save the car battery, then took out some of their travel food. They ate in silence, but the blond noticed that Kuroro kept glancing at him again and again. Kurapica saw no reason to speak, and since his companion wasn't asking him anything, he kept quiet. After they'd eaten, Kuroro handed him a book, his gaze inviting and questioning all at once.
Kurapica considered the book for a moment, then pushed it aside with a shake of his head. Instead, he reached for Kuroro's face and pulled him into a kiss. He felt the older man respond immediately, sliding his tongue over Kurapica's and into his mouth. The blond hummed softly, losing himself in the kiss, in the feel of Kuroro's skin against his fingers. His hand slid from Kuroro's jaw, down his neck and to his shoulder. He felt the taller man move and pulled away just as Kuroro tossed the books onto the back seat. They looked at each other for a moment.
“The other day -” Kurapica began, his gaze sliding down, before he forcefully dragged it back to meet Kuroro's eyes. “I don't want to think. Can we -?”
He didn't have to finish the thought. Kuroro leaned in and kissed him again. One of his hands made its way up under Kurapica's shirt and the blond gasped softly against his mouth. He let his eyelids slide shut and gave himself into the feeling of Kuroro's hands on him.
Kuroro's fingertips were soft and light, provoking a shiver from the blond. His touch grew heavier and he leaned in, his lips leaving Kurapica's mouth to trail kisses up his jawline and down his neck. Kurapica had to lean closer, but even then, the centre console impeded their passion. Kuroro huffed a quiet laugh, his breath cool on the slightly wet skin he'd left behind.
“We'll have to relocate,” he commented. “I can't really do much like this.”
He tapped the console between them to point out the problem. Kurapica shook his head and cracked the tiniest of smile, but a smile nonetheless. He gave Kuroro a quick peck on the lips, then pulled away and pulled on the handle that would lower the backrest of his seat. The older man drew back enough that Kurapica could lean down and pull at the other handle at the front of his seat, making it slide back as far as it would go. This gave them much more space, though Kuroro still had to get to his side. When he straightened up, the Spider Head was staring at him with an odd look on his face.
“Come on,” Kurapica said impatiently, giving his shoulder a light shove, “get on this side.”
Kuroro was still staring at him and the blond shifted back and gave him a questioning look. He got no answer from the taller man, who simply opened his door and got out of the car. He went around to Kurapica's side and climbed back in. The blond laid on his back to give him space. It was still rather awkward and tight, but they had more room to move like this.
Kuroro moved in for a kiss and Kurapica was already wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in. Their mouths met and meshed, and the blond forgot how to think, forgot everything save for the sweep of Kuroro's tongue over his. The taller man leaned on one elbow, his other hand pressing down the length of Kurapica's side. He grabbed at the blond's shirt, bunching it in a loose fist and pushing it up, exposing a healthy amount of Kurapica's stomach. His teeth grazed over the Kuruta's lower lip, and Kurapica made a soft, needy sound that surprised the both of them.
Kuroro pulled back and smiled down at him.
“I like the sounds you make,” he said.
“I've noticed,” Kurapica answered dryly, then let a slow smile pull at his lips. “Can't give you what you want all of the time though, can I?”
Kuroro huffed a laugh, and pressed another kiss onto his mouth before pushing back higher above the blond again. His knee slid off the side of the seat, but he easily caught himself and shifted his leg closer to Kurapica's.
“This is really impractical,” he commented. “We would have been more comfortable on my bed.”
“See my earlier answer,” Kurapica teased. “Come on, if you can fight twenty private guards without breaking a sweat, this should be nothing.”
“Oh, you've got it now,” Kuroro said, laughing dangerously.
When he kissed the blond, it was hot and hungry and so sudden, it startled a moan out of the younger man. Kurapica buried one hand in the dark hair of the man hovering above him, fingers tightening as he clung to him and let him dissolve all of his thoughts into pleasure. Kuroro tried pushing Kurapica's top off again, but the cramped space made it difficult and after a moment, he seemed to give up and focused on getting the blond's jeans undone. He managed and tapped Kurapica's hip twice. The younger man obediently lifted his buttocks off of the seat, allowing Kuroro to push his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs.
Kuroro tried pushing the clothes lower, but the cramped space made it incredibly difficult, and after a moment, Kurapica pushed lightly against the older man's chest to make him move back. There wasn't really anywhere for him to go, but he shifted to the side, half over the centre console, allowing the blond to wiggle out of his pants and underwear. It took a lot of shuffling and kicking, but he managed, somehow. The situation was rather ridiculous, and they couldn't help soft little laughter whenever Kurapica got stuck. It was weird, but after feeling so moody, Kurapica could use the light-hearted chuckles.
There had been a time when Kurapica was far too embarrassed to be left exposed like this, but there was only Kuroro here, and so he didn't mind so much. As soon as the last little kick freed one of his legs, he reached for his companion. Kuroro anticipated him and leaned in for a kiss, putting one knee between Kurapica's thighs. He was bent over at a rather awkward angle, but he wasn't complaining, so the blond assumed he was all right.
Their tongues brushed together and Kurapica closed his eyes. A moment later, Kuroro's hand was on him, warm and delicious, and he slowly stroked him until the blond let out a soft sound in the back of his throat. This, of course, only encouraged Kuroro to keep at it, and soon, Kurapica was so impatient for more that his hands flew to the older man's pants and tugged at the fabric so that the button popped free of its socket. The zipper came down and Kurapica's hands went to Kuroro's hips, where he pushed the heavy fabric of his pants down, half dragging his underwear along. The older man took over, getting himself out of his pants. This meant he had to let go of the Kuruta, but Kurapica needed this too much to complain.
“Come on,” he urged, breathlessly.
Kuroro's mouth swallowed whatever else that he was going to say. Kurapica could feel him stroke himself and he let out a soft whine, wanting Kuroro so stop messing with him and just get started already. Kuroro reached towards the backseat and fumbled with the bag they had there - containing mostly food and books for the road. He returned with a bottle of lubricant and Kurapica let out another soft, amused huff.
“Just how hopeful were you?” he teased.
Kuroro grinned, not apologetic in the least.
“Never hurts to be prepared for all eventualities,” Kuroro quipped.
“Certainly won't hurt now,” Kurapica commented.
Kuroro stared at him with his wide, dark eyes. He opened his mouth, closed it, then huffed out a laugh.
“Did you just make a joke?” he asked.
“Shut up,” Kurapica replied, somewhat embarrassed. “That wasn't on purpose.”
“Right,” Kuroro said, and kissed him into silence.
Kurapica focused on the swipe of Kuroro's tongue into his mouth, on the soft graze of teeth on his lower lip and felt Kuroro move, spreading lubricant over himself. He was feeling this strange need, like he needed Kuroro inside of him so badly, he half considered begging for it. His pride wouldn't let him, but the mere fact that the thought had crossed his mind would be disturbing, if not for the fact that he was too turned on to dwell on it.
“Hurry,” he breathed out, then nuzzled Kuroro's throat before sucking a bruise onto it.
He heard the older man whisper a curse and smiled against his skin. The smugness turned to anticipation as he felt Kuroro's erection press against his opening. He sucked in a sharp breath, but then Kuroro nudged his head so he'd look up and kiss him. Kuroro had applied plenty of lubricant, and Kurapica knew to relax, but it was still a little uncomfortable at first. The blond knew how good it would feel soon, so he stayed relaxed and pliant. Kuroro went slowly, making sure that the younger man adjusted to his girth. When he bottomed out, Kurapica bit at his lower lip.
“I'm good,” he murmured against his mouth, licking at his lip to ease the possible sting from the bite. “You can move.”
Kuroro pulled back, then pushed back in and Kurapica made a soft encouraging sound, knowing it would spur his companion on. True to form, Kuroro thrust in a little harder the next time. He had to lean over Kurapica and couldn't go as hard as they sometimes did, but he soon compensated for that. Grabbing Kurapica's hip with one hand, he pulled him sharply as he thrust in, and that startled a loud, pleasured yelp from the blond.
Kurapica wasn't sure what it was about Kuroro being a little rough that turned him on so much, but he couldn't deny that it heightened his pleasure. There was something possessive and primal about the way the older man touched him, grabbed him, pushed into him. Every such occasion, when they lost themselves into each other, made Kurapica need him a little more. That was problematic, but the blond was too far gone now to care.
Kuroro was moving above him, into him, and each thrust sent a thrill up Kurapica's spine. But when the older man slid a hand beneath him and pulled his pelvis slightly higher, the angle was just right for Kuroro to hit that spot inside of him that made him tense up, made him need more, made his toes curl with pleasure. Soon, he let out a soft mewl of pleasure, which prompted Kuroro to thrust in even harder, pulling on him to reach deep inside.
Encouraged by the blond's reaction, Kuroro pushed in again and again, building a rhythm that soon had Kurapica panting and moaning. He wrapped both of his arms around the older man, trying to cling to him, but the next thrust was hard enough he lost his grip a bit and had to loosen his hold. He started moving his hips up as Kuroro thrust in, so that he'd hit that spot harder, and he threw his head back with a loud moan as the taller man pushed in.
“Like this?” Kuroro asked, still moving inside him in a rhythm that drove Kurapica crazy.
“Yes!” the blond let out, ending it on a long, pleasure-filled hiss. “Keep going; don't stop!”
Kuroro clearly had no intentions of stopping. He kept pounding into him as hard as the position permitted, pulling him into every push of his hips, so that he hit so deep inside that Kurapica started crying out softly with each thrust. One of the blond's hands tangled in Kuroro's raven hair and tightened, holding on for dear life. This was everything he wanted, everything he needed. In this moment, all that he could think of was 'more,' and 'yes,' and 'feels good, feels so good!'
He felt Kuroro's hand wrap around him and he grabbed the taller man's wrist to stop him.
“Not yet,” he managed to say. “Don't want to - not yet.”
Kuroro's member twitched inside of him, like it was growing even harder, but the Kuruta didn't have time to wonder if he'd felt that right, because Kuroro kept moving, faster now. Kurapica tried to hold onto something, but his right hand hit the car door instead, and it would probably hurt later, but he didn't care right now. His left hand was still tangled in black hair, and he held on as best he could as Kuroro pounded into him.
Gods, it felt so good, he thought he could reach completion just like this, with Kuroro big and hard and warm inside of him, hitting so deep, so deep! He curled a bit in on himself, and it was a strain on his lower back, but the position made him feel like Kuroro was even bigger inside of him. His hair was sticking to his face with sweat now, and his mouth was growing dry as he panted for breath. He knew his eyes would be bright red, but Kuroro wasn't looking at him. He was curled above him, panting against his throat, and there was another thrill in this, in making the Spider Head lose himself in his body.
“Harder,” he moaned, knowing it would drive Kuroro crazy. “Feels good - keep going!”
Kuroro delivered, and then some. His next thrust drew an even louder moan from the blond. His hand scrabbled over the older man's arm for something to hold onto. His back was starting to hurt, but he ignored it, focusing instead on that small nub of sensitive nerves deep inside, which was insistently massaged by Kuroro's member. He could already feel the pleasure build, like hot liquid pooling deep inside, nerves tingling, body tensing. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, as he wanted to enjoy this still, but the pull of orgasm started becoming harder and harder to ignore.
“Kuroro,” he moaned, then panted and wet his lips with his tongue. “Kuroro - I'm close, just - yes - like that....”
His thoughts were fracturing, pleasure building and taking over. His blunt fingernails dug into the skin of Kuroro's arm and he moaned loudly as he teetered on the edge. Kuroro thrust in again, harder, hands pulling at Kurapica's hips to add power and depth, and again, and Kurapica's thighs started shaking. One last shove inside, and he went over the edge, spilling over his stomach, shuddering around Kuroro's erection.
He felt him pulse inside, and the sensation - and knowledge that he'd caused Kuroro to lose himself completely - was powerful enough to make him moan again, still shaking from the powerful orgasm he'd just experienced. Kuroro thrust again a couple of more times, off-beat but powerful, then he lowered himself on top of him and took a moment to catch his breath. Kurapica wrapped his arms around him, holding him into place even as he relaxed into the seat. He could feel his lower back protest, but he had no regrets whatsoever.
Eventually, they had to move, clean themselves up and pull clothes back on, but before Kuroro got out of the car to return to the driver's side, Kurapica pulled him into a deep, long and appreciative kiss.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers, Jo and Gold
Chapter summary: Car seat.
Chapter 102
They had to trek back through the same familiar wasteland on their way out of Ryuuseigai, but once they got to more populated areas, it was easy to obtain a car to drive to the closest city. Kuroro didn't volunteer where he'd gotten it, and the blond didn't ask. It would be a much shorter trip, now that they simply had a destination in mind and no long list of things to get before arriving there, but it still took the better part of three days and two layovers just to get into the neighbouring country. Lukso province was so off the beaten path that the country itself didn't even have a single airport.
From the airport, Kuroro acquired another car, something that could handle going off-road, and they both settled in the front seats to start on their way to Lukso itself. Now aware that Kurapica could actually drive, the Spider Head made him take over when he wanted a rest, and between the two of them, they made good time. They made it to the country borders by dinner time and stopped at a small restaurant there before crossing over. They drove on for a little longer, before the road abruptly ended at a small village. There was nowhere to stay for the night, so Kurapica, who was currently driving, went past it and onto a grassy plain, manoeuvring the car fairly well despite the lack of road. It was rougher, with rocks and occasional holes, and after a moment, Kuroro asked to switch, as he was obviously more used to off-road driving. Kurapica relinquished the wheel without hesitation.
They drove on for another hour before reaching a copse of trees that would provide a bit of cover for the night. They got out of the car and took out some sleeping bags that they had bought for this purpose, knowing that it was quite a trek to reach the ruins of the village where Kurapica had grown up. It was a cool night, but Kurapica wasn't sure it was the only reason why he decided to shuffle closer to the other man, aware that it may be just so that he’d be able to feel Kuroro's arm through the heavy fabric of their sleeping bags.
They rose with the sun, the light making it impossible to sleep any longer. They ate a light breakfast of nuts and dried fruit, and the only comment Kuroro made was that he missed Kurapica's pancakes. The blond had a soft smile at that, but the closer they got to what was once his hometown, the harder he found it not to brood. He found it even more difficult throughout that day, as Kuroro insisted on driving, since he was better at it out in the wilderness. With nothing to do, the blond stared out of the window and tried not to recognize the scenery rolling past them.
It was all far too familiar still, and the ache that had started in his chest at the border grew and grew with each passing kilometre. Sometime in the late afternoon, a light drizzle started to fall. The temperature grew colder, and the blond half-wished that his emotions would cool with it. In a twist of irony, Kuroro reached for the middle console of the dashboard and turned the heat on. It was all so ridiculous, really. Even without knowing the blond's thoughts, Kuroro managed to get right in and upturn them. It was maddening.
The Spider Head glanced at him, and Kurapica could see unspoken questions in his eyes, but what could he say? He shook his head and returned his attention to the land they were driving through. The plains were dotted with trees, and he knew that soon, they would be in a sparse woodland; they’d still be able to drive, but by the morning of the coming day, they would have to abandon the car and proceed on foot.
They soon made it to the trees and had to stop early, as the light grew too dim much sooner under the boughs. Kuroro undid his seatbelt. He grabbed an electric lantern from the backseat and turned it on to save the car battery, then took out some of their travel food. They ate in silence, but the blond noticed that Kuroro kept glancing at him again and again. Kurapica saw no reason to speak, and since his companion wasn't asking him anything, he kept quiet. After they'd eaten, Kuroro handed him a book, his gaze inviting and questioning all at once.
Kurapica considered the book for a moment, then pushed it aside with a shake of his head. Instead, he reached for Kuroro's face and pulled him into a kiss. He felt the older man respond immediately, sliding his tongue over Kurapica's and into his mouth. The blond hummed softly, losing himself in the kiss, in the feel of Kuroro's skin against his fingers. His hand slid from Kuroro's jaw, down his neck and to his shoulder. He felt the taller man move and pulled away just as Kuroro tossed the books onto the back seat. They looked at each other for a moment.
“The other day -” Kurapica began, his gaze sliding down, before he forcefully dragged it back to meet Kuroro's eyes. “I don't want to think. Can we -?”
He didn't have to finish the thought. Kuroro leaned in and kissed him again. One of his hands made its way up under Kurapica's shirt and the blond gasped softly against his mouth. He let his eyelids slide shut and gave himself into the feeling of Kuroro's hands on him.
Kuroro's fingertips were soft and light, provoking a shiver from the blond. His touch grew heavier and he leaned in, his lips leaving Kurapica's mouth to trail kisses up his jawline and down his neck. Kurapica had to lean closer, but even then, the centre console impeded their passion. Kuroro huffed a quiet laugh, his breath cool on the slightly wet skin he'd left behind.
“We'll have to relocate,” he commented. “I can't really do much like this.”
He tapped the console between them to point out the problem. Kurapica shook his head and cracked the tiniest of smile, but a smile nonetheless. He gave Kuroro a quick peck on the lips, then pulled away and pulled on the handle that would lower the backrest of his seat. The older man drew back enough that Kurapica could lean down and pull at the other handle at the front of his seat, making it slide back as far as it would go. This gave them much more space, though Kuroro still had to get to his side. When he straightened up, the Spider Head was staring at him with an odd look on his face.
“Come on,” Kurapica said impatiently, giving his shoulder a light shove, “get on this side.”
Kuroro was still staring at him and the blond shifted back and gave him a questioning look. He got no answer from the taller man, who simply opened his door and got out of the car. He went around to Kurapica's side and climbed back in. The blond laid on his back to give him space. It was still rather awkward and tight, but they had more room to move like this.
Kuroro moved in for a kiss and Kurapica was already wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in. Their mouths met and meshed, and the blond forgot how to think, forgot everything save for the sweep of Kuroro's tongue over his. The taller man leaned on one elbow, his other hand pressing down the length of Kurapica's side. He grabbed at the blond's shirt, bunching it in a loose fist and pushing it up, exposing a healthy amount of Kurapica's stomach. His teeth grazed over the Kuruta's lower lip, and Kurapica made a soft, needy sound that surprised the both of them.
Kuroro pulled back and smiled down at him.
“I like the sounds you make,” he said.
“I've noticed,” Kurapica answered dryly, then let a slow smile pull at his lips. “Can't give you what you want all of the time though, can I?”
Kuroro huffed a laugh, and pressed another kiss onto his mouth before pushing back higher above the blond again. His knee slid off the side of the seat, but he easily caught himself and shifted his leg closer to Kurapica's.
“This is really impractical,” he commented. “We would have been more comfortable on my bed.”
“See my earlier answer,” Kurapica teased. “Come on, if you can fight twenty private guards without breaking a sweat, this should be nothing.”
“Oh, you've got it now,” Kuroro said, laughing dangerously.
When he kissed the blond, it was hot and hungry and so sudden, it startled a moan out of the younger man. Kurapica buried one hand in the dark hair of the man hovering above him, fingers tightening as he clung to him and let him dissolve all of his thoughts into pleasure. Kuroro tried pushing Kurapica's top off again, but the cramped space made it difficult and after a moment, he seemed to give up and focused on getting the blond's jeans undone. He managed and tapped Kurapica's hip twice. The younger man obediently lifted his buttocks off of the seat, allowing Kuroro to push his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs.
Kuroro tried pushing the clothes lower, but the cramped space made it incredibly difficult, and after a moment, Kurapica pushed lightly against the older man's chest to make him move back. There wasn't really anywhere for him to go, but he shifted to the side, half over the centre console, allowing the blond to wiggle out of his pants and underwear. It took a lot of shuffling and kicking, but he managed, somehow. The situation was rather ridiculous, and they couldn't help soft little laughter whenever Kurapica got stuck. It was weird, but after feeling so moody, Kurapica could use the light-hearted chuckles.
There had been a time when Kurapica was far too embarrassed to be left exposed like this, but there was only Kuroro here, and so he didn't mind so much. As soon as the last little kick freed one of his legs, he reached for his companion. Kuroro anticipated him and leaned in for a kiss, putting one knee between Kurapica's thighs. He was bent over at a rather awkward angle, but he wasn't complaining, so the blond assumed he was all right.
Their tongues brushed together and Kurapica closed his eyes. A moment later, Kuroro's hand was on him, warm and delicious, and he slowly stroked him until the blond let out a soft sound in the back of his throat. This, of course, only encouraged Kuroro to keep at it, and soon, Kurapica was so impatient for more that his hands flew to the older man's pants and tugged at the fabric so that the button popped free of its socket. The zipper came down and Kurapica's hands went to Kuroro's hips, where he pushed the heavy fabric of his pants down, half dragging his underwear along. The older man took over, getting himself out of his pants. This meant he had to let go of the Kuruta, but Kurapica needed this too much to complain.
“Come on,” he urged, breathlessly.
Kuroro's mouth swallowed whatever else that he was going to say. Kurapica could feel him stroke himself and he let out a soft whine, wanting Kuroro so stop messing with him and just get started already. Kuroro reached towards the backseat and fumbled with the bag they had there - containing mostly food and books for the road. He returned with a bottle of lubricant and Kurapica let out another soft, amused huff.
“Just how hopeful were you?” he teased.
Kuroro grinned, not apologetic in the least.
“Never hurts to be prepared for all eventualities,” Kuroro quipped.
“Certainly won't hurt now,” Kurapica commented.
Kuroro stared at him with his wide, dark eyes. He opened his mouth, closed it, then huffed out a laugh.
“Did you just make a joke?” he asked.
“Shut up,” Kurapica replied, somewhat embarrassed. “That wasn't on purpose.”
“Right,” Kuroro said, and kissed him into silence.
Kurapica focused on the swipe of Kuroro's tongue into his mouth, on the soft graze of teeth on his lower lip and felt Kuroro move, spreading lubricant over himself. He was feeling this strange need, like he needed Kuroro inside of him so badly, he half considered begging for it. His pride wouldn't let him, but the mere fact that the thought had crossed his mind would be disturbing, if not for the fact that he was too turned on to dwell on it.
“Hurry,” he breathed out, then nuzzled Kuroro's throat before sucking a bruise onto it.
He heard the older man whisper a curse and smiled against his skin. The smugness turned to anticipation as he felt Kuroro's erection press against his opening. He sucked in a sharp breath, but then Kuroro nudged his head so he'd look up and kiss him. Kuroro had applied plenty of lubricant, and Kurapica knew to relax, but it was still a little uncomfortable at first. The blond knew how good it would feel soon, so he stayed relaxed and pliant. Kuroro went slowly, making sure that the younger man adjusted to his girth. When he bottomed out, Kurapica bit at his lower lip.
“I'm good,” he murmured against his mouth, licking at his lip to ease the possible sting from the bite. “You can move.”
Kuroro pulled back, then pushed back in and Kurapica made a soft encouraging sound, knowing it would spur his companion on. True to form, Kuroro thrust in a little harder the next time. He had to lean over Kurapica and couldn't go as hard as they sometimes did, but he soon compensated for that. Grabbing Kurapica's hip with one hand, he pulled him sharply as he thrust in, and that startled a loud, pleasured yelp from the blond.
Kurapica wasn't sure what it was about Kuroro being a little rough that turned him on so much, but he couldn't deny that it heightened his pleasure. There was something possessive and primal about the way the older man touched him, grabbed him, pushed into him. Every such occasion, when they lost themselves into each other, made Kurapica need him a little more. That was problematic, but the blond was too far gone now to care.
Kuroro was moving above him, into him, and each thrust sent a thrill up Kurapica's spine. But when the older man slid a hand beneath him and pulled his pelvis slightly higher, the angle was just right for Kuroro to hit that spot inside of him that made him tense up, made him need more, made his toes curl with pleasure. Soon, he let out a soft mewl of pleasure, which prompted Kuroro to thrust in even harder, pulling on him to reach deep inside.
Encouraged by the blond's reaction, Kuroro pushed in again and again, building a rhythm that soon had Kurapica panting and moaning. He wrapped both of his arms around the older man, trying to cling to him, but the next thrust was hard enough he lost his grip a bit and had to loosen his hold. He started moving his hips up as Kuroro thrust in, so that he'd hit that spot harder, and he threw his head back with a loud moan as the taller man pushed in.
“Like this?” Kuroro asked, still moving inside him in a rhythm that drove Kurapica crazy.
“Yes!” the blond let out, ending it on a long, pleasure-filled hiss. “Keep going; don't stop!”
Kuroro clearly had no intentions of stopping. He kept pounding into him as hard as the position permitted, pulling him into every push of his hips, so that he hit so deep inside that Kurapica started crying out softly with each thrust. One of the blond's hands tangled in Kuroro's raven hair and tightened, holding on for dear life. This was everything he wanted, everything he needed. In this moment, all that he could think of was 'more,' and 'yes,' and 'feels good, feels so good!'
He felt Kuroro's hand wrap around him and he grabbed the taller man's wrist to stop him.
“Not yet,” he managed to say. “Don't want to - not yet.”
Kuroro's member twitched inside of him, like it was growing even harder, but the Kuruta didn't have time to wonder if he'd felt that right, because Kuroro kept moving, faster now. Kurapica tried to hold onto something, but his right hand hit the car door instead, and it would probably hurt later, but he didn't care right now. His left hand was still tangled in black hair, and he held on as best he could as Kuroro pounded into him.
Gods, it felt so good, he thought he could reach completion just like this, with Kuroro big and hard and warm inside of him, hitting so deep, so deep! He curled a bit in on himself, and it was a strain on his lower back, but the position made him feel like Kuroro was even bigger inside of him. His hair was sticking to his face with sweat now, and his mouth was growing dry as he panted for breath. He knew his eyes would be bright red, but Kuroro wasn't looking at him. He was curled above him, panting against his throat, and there was another thrill in this, in making the Spider Head lose himself in his body.
“Harder,” he moaned, knowing it would drive Kuroro crazy. “Feels good - keep going!”
Kuroro delivered, and then some. His next thrust drew an even louder moan from the blond. His hand scrabbled over the older man's arm for something to hold onto. His back was starting to hurt, but he ignored it, focusing instead on that small nub of sensitive nerves deep inside, which was insistently massaged by Kuroro's member. He could already feel the pleasure build, like hot liquid pooling deep inside, nerves tingling, body tensing. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, as he wanted to enjoy this still, but the pull of orgasm started becoming harder and harder to ignore.
“Kuroro,” he moaned, then panted and wet his lips with his tongue. “Kuroro - I'm close, just - yes - like that....”
His thoughts were fracturing, pleasure building and taking over. His blunt fingernails dug into the skin of Kuroro's arm and he moaned loudly as he teetered on the edge. Kuroro thrust in again, harder, hands pulling at Kurapica's hips to add power and depth, and again, and Kurapica's thighs started shaking. One last shove inside, and he went over the edge, spilling over his stomach, shuddering around Kuroro's erection.
He felt him pulse inside, and the sensation - and knowledge that he'd caused Kuroro to lose himself completely - was powerful enough to make him moan again, still shaking from the powerful orgasm he'd just experienced. Kuroro thrust again a couple of more times, off-beat but powerful, then he lowered himself on top of him and took a moment to catch his breath. Kurapica wrapped his arms around him, holding him into place even as he relaxed into the seat. He could feel his lower back protest, but he had no regrets whatsoever.
Eventually, they had to move, clean themselves up and pull clothes back on, but before Kuroro got out of the car to return to the driver's side, Kurapica pulled him into a deep, long and appreciative kiss.