Dis Aliter Visum - Oneshot - Anniversary (not)
Note: to celebrate 1.5k of kudos on ao3, i wrote you a oneshot. many people asked for domesticity and sex, so have both.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers, Gold and Jo.
Chapter summary: anniversary (not).
Anniversary (not)
Kurapica walked in and turned around so that he could close the door behind himself. He loosened his tie and stretched his neck, before peering around the small wall that separated the entrance from the living room.
“Kuroro?” he called out into the seemingly empty apartment.
For a moment, everything was silent, but then the blond heard the muted, but distinct sound of a chair shifting over the wooden floor.
“In here,” Kuroro called out from the dining room.
Intrigued, Kurapica headed in that direction, crossing through the living room as he undid the necktie completely, then undid the first few buttons on his dress shirt.
“What’s -” he began, then came to a full stop just under the archway that led from the living room to the dining room. He completely lost his words as he stared in startled silence at the picture that presented itself.
Kuroro was standing on the other side of their dining table, dressed in a suit very similar to what Kurapica was wearing - although his was definitely a much pricier one, the fabric clearly smooth and the cut well-tailored. And in front of him, on the table, was a nice, embroidered runner (probably stolen, Kurapica couldn’t help thinking), a candle holder - complete with lit candles - and a cake.
“My birthday is the day after tomorrow,” he couldn’t help but point out.
“Oh, I know,” Kuroro assured him smoothly, “there will be another cake, don’t worry.”
All right, so - Kurapica’s tribe didn’t have the custom of celebrating birthdays with a cake, and as far as he knew, there were very few cakes available in Ryuuseigai, or at least unspoiled ones - and this was - this was just strange.
“I don’t -” he tried again, but words failed him again. He made a vague, confused gesture towards the table and Kuroro’s attire.
“Looking good, right?” Kuroro said with a charming grin that never failed to make Kurapica’s heart do double time these days and oh - he was probably screwed, right? Had been from the moment he’d met the roguish asshole for the second time a year before. Kuroro straightened his jacket, then fiddled with the cuff of his left sleeve.
“Um, yes, but -” Kurapica shook his head and let out an amused little huff of air. “All right, what is going on? What’s all this?”
Well, at least he seemed to be able to speak now.
“What’s all this?” Kuroro repeated, his tone sounding pleased, but then he seemed to realize that Kurapica was serious and his expression closed off slightly. “You actually don’t know?”
Kurapica knew him well enough by now, knew that when Kuroro’s face shut down like that, he was feeling something, some emotion that he didn’t want to let Kurapica read. It usually didn’t bode well, for either of them. Kurapica felt himself tense, bracing for what was likely to become an argument, albeit one for which the reason utterly escaped the younger man.
“No,” he said, slowly and carefully. “I do not know why you… prepared all of this.” He shifted and cleared his throat. “But it does look very nice.”
Kuroro huffed a little sigh, and raked a hand through his hair, making it stick every which way. He suddenly looked very flummoxed, and Kurapica felt some of the tension ease in his shoulders. Perhaps it wouldn’t get to an argument after all.
“Today is April the second,” Kuroro said slowly, and started fussing with the cuffs of his sleeves again.
“It is,” Kurapica agreed.
“It’s, well - I suppose - it is sort of our anniversary?” the Spider head explained, though the tilt at the end made it sound like a question.
Kurapica blinked slowly, took in the decoration, the candles and the cake again.
“Our anniversary’s in September,” he pointed out, his brows drawing down in a light frown.
“September?” Kuroro asked, then shook his head. “No, we started this -” he motioned vaguely with his hand “- on April second.”
“You captured me on April second,” Kurapica corrected him, “but I didn’t actually agree to be with you until September.”
“You would not have said yes had I not gone to you on April second,” Kuroro argued.
This was not an argument worth having, so Kurapica waved it aside.
“Fine, whatever,” he looked at the cake again. “I guess I can always buy something in September.”
“Two anniversaries a year,” Kuroro said, a pleased grin appearing on his face. “That doesn’t sound too bad.” He suddenly noticed Kurapica eyeing the cake uncertainly. “I know you’re not too fond of sweet things,” he reassured him. “I asked for something light and only the icing is actually sweet. If you can’t eat it -”
“I’ll just give it to you,” Kurapica cut in with a smile. “As usual.”
“As usual,” Kuroro agreed with a laugh, then gestured to the cake. “Shall we?”
Kurapica walked around the table to pull the chair closest to Kuroro’s. He sat on it while the older man cut into the dessert. A few moments later, they each had a slice set in front of them. Immediately, Kurapica started separating the cake from the icing, his cuts quick and precise. He didn’t need to try it to know that it would be too sweet for his taste. He heard Kuroro chuckle next to him.
“What?” he asked, elbowing him gently. “Stop laughing. You know I won’t eat it.”
“I know,” Kuroro agreed, “but will you not even try it? It’s coffee flavoured.”
He dipped his fork into the generous helping of sugary icing at the top of his slice and waved it in front of Kurapica’s face tauntingly.
“No,” the blond denied him, moving his head back in an attempt to avoid the treat presented to him.
“Come on,” Kuroro urged, half laughing as he kept trying to get his fork near his lover’s mouth, while Kurapica kept moving his head away, “just a little bit!”
“No!” the blond denied him again, laughing despite himself. “Stop it, you’re going to -”
Kuroro managed to smear some of the icing on the side of his mouth and some got into his mouth, making Kurapica make a face.
“Oh for the love of -” he spluttered. “Ugh! That is far too sweet!”
“Isn’t it good?” Kuroro said, looking far too proud of himself.
“It is horrid!” Kurapica laughed. “Here!”
He dipped his finger in his own icing, making off with a dollop, which he tried to get to Kuroro’s mouth. The older man laughed and playfully avoided him, until the icing ended on his cheek.
“Oh, now you’ve done it!” he said, and soon, more fingers dipped in icing were aimed at each other’s faces, the sweet concoction ended up on skin, lips, even in their hair.
Then Kuroro managed to get one finger in his lover’s mouth and though Kurapica made a face, he sucked it clean and just like that, the air changed, sizzled and sparked between them. Their eyes locked, and the blond could see that Kuroro could feel it too. His dark, midnight eyes were intense as he fixed his gaze on the blond, who swallowed thickly, Kuroro’s finger still in his mouth.
“Kurapica,” the older man said the name like a prayer, and for some reason, that made the blond flush and his heart rate increase.
A moment later, they were kissing, and though the Kuruta could still taste the overly sweet icing, he didn’t mind the taste so much when it was in Kuroro’s mouth. Especially when a swipe of his tongue over the older man’s made him hum appreciatively. The sound sent a delicious shiver down Kurapica’s spine. He pulled back to meet Kuroro’s gaze.
“How important is eating the cake to you?” he asked.
“Very,” Kuroro said, and the blond was surprised to see that his lover was actually serious. “I’ve gone through the trouble of getting it for our anniversary, and I want us to eat it.”
“I don’t think people usually eat cake for their anniversary,” Kurapica pointed out.
“They don’t?” Kuroro asked, cocking his head to the side, and the sight was so endearing that it made Kurapica chuckle.
“That’s okay. Let’s say we do, or at least in April.” He eyed the older man. “Don’t expect one in September.”
“Okay,” Kuroro said with a solemn nod, but the little tilt up at the corner of his mouth showed he was pleased and amused.
Kurapica didn’t know why Kuroro sometimes wanted to play at being normal when he was so much more than mere average.
“I don’t care much about the cake,” Kurapica tried again, “but I’d like to celebrate in another way.”
“We could do both,” Kuroro suggested with a smirk.
“Oh no, you don’t -” Kurapica started saying, but then Kuroro smeared cake icing on his forehead. “What the-? Kuroro!”
The older man laughed and tried to lean in to lick it off, but Kurapica pushed him off and wiped it up with the back of his hand. He couldn’t help but laugh too.
“At least it’s coffee flavoured,” he commented, licking the icing off his hand.
Kuroro laughed and smeared more of it on the side of the blond’s throat. Kurapica started protesting, but then the Spider Head leaned in and licked at his neck, then sucked, and a soft moan escaped the blond.
“We could do both,” Kuroro repeated, his voice lower, a soft, hungry undertone slipping through.
Just like that, Kurapica was reacting. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat and tilted his head to allow him better access.
“Here?” he asked.
“Too messy for the bedroom,” Kuroro pointed out.
“This isn’t going to be very comfortable for me,” Kurapica pointed out, but he didn’t really care anymore.
Kuroro hummed against his throat, one hand going to the blond’s shirt. He started undoing the buttons, starting from the top and slowly working his way down.
“I’ll make love to you properly tonight,” he promised, his voice deep and hungry, and oh, the things it did to Kurapica. “I’ll do it in bed, slowly, gently.”
“It’s fine,” Kurapica huffed, but it ended in a moan as he shifted on his seat.
His pants were getting tight, but Kuroro was focused on removing his top. Kurapica laughed softly as he allowed his lover to push his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.
“You always have the craziest ideas,” he huffed, laughter in his voice. “Is there anything you are not wanting to try?”
“As long as it’s with you, I want to do it all,” Kuroro said, far too serious for Kurapica’s tastes.
“Well, I am not interested in the hardcore stuff,” Kurapica warned.
“Figured,” was all Kuroro said before he put some crumbled cake and icing over one nipple, then leaned in to suck it off.
Kurapica couldn’t help but moan as he arched into the touch. His hand, also soiled with cake and icing from the earlier scuffle, tangled into Kuroro’s silky black hair, but neither of them noticed or cared. He only let go when Kuroro pushed his shirt lower, trying to get it completely off.
“No matter how nice the idea might be of using food like this,” Kurapica commented drily, “you can’t be thinking of doing it on a chair….”
That made the older man chuckle.
“You’ve got a point,” he admitted. “I guess it’s either the floor or the table.”
“Table,” the blond decided. “Let’s fulfil your fantasy of taking me on a piece of furniture that isn’t a bed.”
“What?” Kuroro asked, head pulling back to stare at Kurapica, eyebrows arched in surprise.
“After all of the dressers you dumped me on to make out with me,” the Kuruta laughed, “I figured you might have a thing for that.”
“Not really,” Kuroro said with a grin. “They were just convenient. But hey, let’s try the table.”
He got to his feet and presented Kurapica with his hand, gallantly helping him up, too. The moment the blond was standing, however, Kuroro’s hands went right to his pants and quickly undid them.
“Wait,” Kurapica said, voice breathy with excitement, “you still have all of your clothes on!”
“Yours will be harder to remove once you’re on the table,” Kuroro explained.
Kurapica lightly batted his hand away and started unbuttoning Kuroro’s shirt.
“I’m not on the table yet,” he said, a definitively flirty tone slipping into his voice, “and you? Are overdressed.”
“Don’t mind if you do,” Kuroro said, grinning and spreading his arms wide.
Kurapica laughed softly and undid all of the buttons with deft fingers, then pushed Kuroro’s shirt and jacket off - or started to. He’d somehow forgotten about the tie. Laughing, he loosened it enough that he could slip it over his head. It mussed up Kuroro’s hair, and they both laughed. A moment later, they were kissing, and Kurapica was feverishly pushing Kuroro’s shirt and jacket off. The moment his arms were free, the older man reached down and grabbed the hem of undershirt and pulled it off in one smooth move, further messing up his hair. Kurapica liked this look on him. He also liked Kuroro’s firm chest, now bare before his eyes. He put his hands on it, stroking down until he reached his pants. He undid the belt and opened up his pants, then pushed them down, andwaited while Kuroro stepped out of the them and toed out of his shoes. With one of his self-assured smirks that Kurapica both loved and hated, he pushed his underwear down and leaned over to remove them, taking off his socks at the same time.
He stood, gloriously naked and absolutely beautiful.
Gods, Kurapica loved him.
It was so twisted, but he didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t imagine a life without this man.
“Showoff,” he teased.
“You like it,” Kuroro sent back, still grinning. “And now -” He reached for Kurapica’s pants again. “- you’re the one who is overdressed.”
Kurapica laughed and let him undo his trousers, then push them down, along with his underwear. The moment they were out of the way, Kuroro grabbed him, just under his buttocks, and heaved him up, making Kurapica laugh. He wouldn’t say it, but he loved when Kuroro showed off his strength as well.
Kuroro deposited him on the table, and Kurapica tried to open his thighs for the older man to step between them, but his pants were still bunched up around his knees. That prompted another chuckle from them both and Kuroro stepped back to pull the garments off. He lowered himself into a crouch and slid Kurapica’s shoes off. It felt so intimate, for some reason, it made the blond swallow thickly. His socks followed, and Kuroro looked up. Noticing Kurapica’s heated gaze, he pressed a soft kiss into his knee and Kurapica sucked in a breath.
He’d completely forgotten about the cake until Kuroro stood up and smeared some over his chest. The older man grinned up at him, cheeky and playful.
“You do love your sweets,” Kurapica commented.
“It’s coffee flavoured,” the older man pointed out, “I thought you would like it too.”
“I don’t hate it,” the blond assured him, “it’s just a bit too sweet for me.”
“Then I will simply have to eat it all,” Kuroro said lightly.
“It’s a big cake for just one person.”
“Eating it off of you will keep me motivated,” Kuroro sent back with a laugh, then to illustrate his point, he licked some of the messed up cake and icing off of Kurapica’s chest.
His tongue was warm and moist and Kurapica was getting incredibly turned on.
“Kuroro,” he breathed out, and his lover’s mouth settled on a nipple, cutting off whatever he might have wanted to say after the name.
He parted his thighs wide, no longer ashamed or embarrassed around this man he’d accepted into his life and into his heart. Seven months since he’d said yes, and they were both taking his word very seriously. No matter what came their way, it couldn’t be worse than what had happened before they’d even met. He was confident in this, in them. And, as Kuroro stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry, Kurapica smiled at his partner and wrapped his arms loosely around Kuroro’s shoulders.
“That feels good,” he purred softly.
Kuroro’s only response was to spread more of the sweet treat over Kurapica’s other nipple to lick and suck it off his skin. The blond arched his head back, mouth open and breath coming heavy.
“Come on,” he whined softly, “don’t tease me like this!”
“Oh, I love when you’re so eager,” Kuroro purred back, giving his left nipple one last lick.
“When am I not?” the blond huffed.
“Anymore,” Kuroro said, then stepped back.
“Where are you going?” Kurapica asked, trying not to let it sound like a whine.
“Bedroom,” the older man said, “ have to get the lube.”
He moved in again and pressed a kiss onto Kurapica’s mouth.
“Wait for me,” he said before moving away.
“I’m naked and covered in icing and saliva,” the blond called after him. “Where would I even go?”
He didn’t get a response, but heard Kuroro rummaging in the bedroom. His nakedness, which hadn’t bothered him when Kuroro was with him, was pretty embarrassing now, and he hunched over, folding his arms over his thighs.
Kuroro soon returned, waving the small bottle proudly.
“Took a while because it was jammed between the bed and the nightstand,” he explained.
“That’s why I keep telling you to put it away properly,” the blond retorted.
“What can I say,” Kuroro said with a grin and a shrug, “I’m usually pretty distracted when I’m done using this bottle.”
Kurapica snorted, but then his lover gently pulled his arms away and stepped back between his thighs to kiss him softly. Kurapica hummed against his lips, pleased with the attention. He heard Kuroro uncap the bottle and spread his legs wider to allow better access, but the older man couldn’t quite reach, so he leaned back, bracing one of his hands on the table while the other one was wrapped loosely around the back of Kuroro’s shoulder. The new position canted his hips back, and Kuroro had access to his opening. He prepared him slowly and carefully, and Kurapica breathed softly through it, knowing what pleasure would soon come.
It only took a few minutes, and Kuroro soon leaned in to kiss him again.
“Alright,” he murmured against Kurapica’s mouth, “lift your buttocks a bit.”
The Kuruta leaned all of his weight on his hands and wrapped his legs around Kuroro’s hips, then lifted himself just a little above the table. He felt Kuroro’s member slide over his entrance a few times, then he breached in and the blond moaned softly, closing his eyes, mouth dropping open.
Something cold smeared over his chest and he tightened in surprise.
“Wha-?” he gasped out.
“You didn’t forget the anniversary cake, did you?” Kuroro teased with a low chuckle that sent a chill down the blond’s spine.
“You are such - “ he began in a huff, but then the older man pulled back and pushed back in, and he cut himself off with a strangled moan.
“But you still love me,” Kuroro said, laughing softly before he lapped the icing off his partner’s chest.
“Idiot,” Kurapica grumbled.
“Again with the insults,” Kuroro laughed, his breath warm against the blond’s skin. “I’m starting to think you mean them as endearments.”
Kurapica huffed again, but then his lover moved again, making him moan again. He went for a few, slow thrusts and Kurapica hummed in pleasure. He didn’t jump when Kuroro put more cake on him, just focused on how his lover moved in and out of him, his girth rubbing inside just the right way to stimulate his body, but too slow, far too slow.
“Can you move faster?” he said, trying not to let it out as a whine.
“Not yet,” Kuroro breathed against his chest. “I just want to enjoy this. It’s not every day that we have an anniversary.”
“We have two a year,” the blond laughed softly, “that’s twice as much as most people.”
Kuroro chuckled again, and it sent another delicious shiver through Kurapica.
“True,” he agreed, and gave a sharper thrust that wrung another moan out of the blond.
It was uncomfortable, holding himself up with his arms like this, so Kurapica laid down on his back. Almost immediately, Kuroro hooked both his arms under the younger man’s knees and pulled him up a bit, giving himself a better angle. He groaned softly, obviously enjoying this, and the sound heightened Kurapica’s own pleasure. His breath came in heavier, and he knew, when he looked up at his lover, that his eyes were a brilliant red under his heavy lids.
“Good,” he moaned softly, and that encouraged Kuroro to move a little faster.
Kuroro’s arms lifted his hips up easily and his strength was one of many things that Kurapica found exciting. The glide of Kuroro’s member inside of him felt incredibly good. One particularly sharp thrust made the blond moan again and he threw his head back, panting softly. Then Kuroro spread more icing and cake over his nipples and the cold made him gasp. There was another sharp thrust, deep inside of him and he whimpered, his thighs tightening helplessly, but Kuroro’s arms held him steady. Wait, how had he moved his arm back so fast?
Kuroro leaned over him to lick at the cake, nearly folding him in half, and the pressure inside of him as he was curled up with his lover’s erection buried deep inside made Kurapica moan again.
“Oh gods,” he gasped, closing his eyes tight. “Keep going,” he urged Kuroro, “like this - feels good.”
Kuroro let out a growl and sucked at his nipple hard, and this time, Kurapica cried out sharply. The thrusts felt so deep inside of him, he thought he would go crazy. Kuroro moved on to the other nipple and the blond moaned again. Kuroro started thrusting a little harder, straightening up a bit to give himself leverage. He pulled at Kurapica’s thighs as he moved in hard, getting himself deep, making his lover moan helplessly.
“Kurapica,” the older man called out softly, his voice deep and breathy and oh, how he loved that low sound. “Kurapica look at me.”
Kurapica cracked his eyes open and looked up at his lover, his life partner, and moaned again, his voice wrecked from mind-numbing pleasure. Kuroro let go of one of his leg to brace his hand against the table. He panted harshly, still moving, snapping his hips forward again and again. Kurapica pulled him in for a harsh kiss, then let go. His arm fell off to the side landed on the cake. He let his fingers sink in and suddenly reached up and smeared the mess over Kuroro’s mouth, then laughed as the older man spluttered a bit.
It must have taken him by surprise, but he didn’t let up, to Kurapica’s relief. A few more thrusts and Kurapica was desperate for more.
“I’m close,” he gasped, panting harshly.
“Yeah,” Kuroro groaned softly, his voice more than a little shaky, “me too.”
He kissed Kurapica for a moment, coffee and sugar and warmth and perfection. He pulled back so he could keep thrusting deep inside and the blond let out a sharp whimper, then panted helplessly. Kuroro thrust in him, deep and hard and it was all it took for Kurapica to tumble over the edge. He cried out as he came undone, his body clenching and shuddering. Kuroro let out a growl above him and his erection pulsed inside of the blond. Feeling him reach his peak made Kurapica shake and whimper again. Then Kuroro’s mouth was on his, kissing him again. The blond wrapped both arms around him, holding him close and he came down from his high.
“Happy anniversary,” the older man said against his mouth.
“Happy non-anniversary,” Kurapica replied cheekily, and they both laughed.
Beta-reader: Lea Summers, Gold and Jo.
Chapter summary: anniversary (not).
Anniversary (not)
Kurapica walked in and turned around so that he could close the door behind himself. He loosened his tie and stretched his neck, before peering around the small wall that separated the entrance from the living room.
“Kuroro?” he called out into the seemingly empty apartment.
For a moment, everything was silent, but then the blond heard the muted, but distinct sound of a chair shifting over the wooden floor.
“In here,” Kuroro called out from the dining room.
Intrigued, Kurapica headed in that direction, crossing through the living room as he undid the necktie completely, then undid the first few buttons on his dress shirt.
“What’s -” he began, then came to a full stop just under the archway that led from the living room to the dining room. He completely lost his words as he stared in startled silence at the picture that presented itself.
Kuroro was standing on the other side of their dining table, dressed in a suit very similar to what Kurapica was wearing - although his was definitely a much pricier one, the fabric clearly smooth and the cut well-tailored. And in front of him, on the table, was a nice, embroidered runner (probably stolen, Kurapica couldn’t help thinking), a candle holder - complete with lit candles - and a cake.
“My birthday is the day after tomorrow,” he couldn’t help but point out.
“Oh, I know,” Kuroro assured him smoothly, “there will be another cake, don’t worry.”
All right, so - Kurapica’s tribe didn’t have the custom of celebrating birthdays with a cake, and as far as he knew, there were very few cakes available in Ryuuseigai, or at least unspoiled ones - and this was - this was just strange.
“I don’t -” he tried again, but words failed him again. He made a vague, confused gesture towards the table and Kuroro’s attire.
“Looking good, right?” Kuroro said with a charming grin that never failed to make Kurapica’s heart do double time these days and oh - he was probably screwed, right? Had been from the moment he’d met the roguish asshole for the second time a year before. Kuroro straightened his jacket, then fiddled with the cuff of his left sleeve.
“Um, yes, but -” Kurapica shook his head and let out an amused little huff of air. “All right, what is going on? What’s all this?”
Well, at least he seemed to be able to speak now.
“What’s all this?” Kuroro repeated, his tone sounding pleased, but then he seemed to realize that Kurapica was serious and his expression closed off slightly. “You actually don’t know?”
Kurapica knew him well enough by now, knew that when Kuroro’s face shut down like that, he was feeling something, some emotion that he didn’t want to let Kurapica read. It usually didn’t bode well, for either of them. Kurapica felt himself tense, bracing for what was likely to become an argument, albeit one for which the reason utterly escaped the younger man.
“No,” he said, slowly and carefully. “I do not know why you… prepared all of this.” He shifted and cleared his throat. “But it does look very nice.”
Kuroro huffed a little sigh, and raked a hand through his hair, making it stick every which way. He suddenly looked very flummoxed, and Kurapica felt some of the tension ease in his shoulders. Perhaps it wouldn’t get to an argument after all.
“Today is April the second,” Kuroro said slowly, and started fussing with the cuffs of his sleeves again.
“It is,” Kurapica agreed.
“It’s, well - I suppose - it is sort of our anniversary?” the Spider head explained, though the tilt at the end made it sound like a question.
Kurapica blinked slowly, took in the decoration, the candles and the cake again.
“Our anniversary’s in September,” he pointed out, his brows drawing down in a light frown.
“September?” Kuroro asked, then shook his head. “No, we started this -” he motioned vaguely with his hand “- on April second.”
“You captured me on April second,” Kurapica corrected him, “but I didn’t actually agree to be with you until September.”
“You would not have said yes had I not gone to you on April second,” Kuroro argued.
This was not an argument worth having, so Kurapica waved it aside.
“Fine, whatever,” he looked at the cake again. “I guess I can always buy something in September.”
“Two anniversaries a year,” Kuroro said, a pleased grin appearing on his face. “That doesn’t sound too bad.” He suddenly noticed Kurapica eyeing the cake uncertainly. “I know you’re not too fond of sweet things,” he reassured him. “I asked for something light and only the icing is actually sweet. If you can’t eat it -”
“I’ll just give it to you,” Kurapica cut in with a smile. “As usual.”
“As usual,” Kuroro agreed with a laugh, then gestured to the cake. “Shall we?”
Kurapica walked around the table to pull the chair closest to Kuroro’s. He sat on it while the older man cut into the dessert. A few moments later, they each had a slice set in front of them. Immediately, Kurapica started separating the cake from the icing, his cuts quick and precise. He didn’t need to try it to know that it would be too sweet for his taste. He heard Kuroro chuckle next to him.
“What?” he asked, elbowing him gently. “Stop laughing. You know I won’t eat it.”
“I know,” Kuroro agreed, “but will you not even try it? It’s coffee flavoured.”
He dipped his fork into the generous helping of sugary icing at the top of his slice and waved it in front of Kurapica’s face tauntingly.
“No,” the blond denied him, moving his head back in an attempt to avoid the treat presented to him.
“Come on,” Kuroro urged, half laughing as he kept trying to get his fork near his lover’s mouth, while Kurapica kept moving his head away, “just a little bit!”
“No!” the blond denied him again, laughing despite himself. “Stop it, you’re going to -”
Kuroro managed to smear some of the icing on the side of his mouth and some got into his mouth, making Kurapica make a face.
“Oh for the love of -” he spluttered. “Ugh! That is far too sweet!”
“Isn’t it good?” Kuroro said, looking far too proud of himself.
“It is horrid!” Kurapica laughed. “Here!”
He dipped his finger in his own icing, making off with a dollop, which he tried to get to Kuroro’s mouth. The older man laughed and playfully avoided him, until the icing ended on his cheek.
“Oh, now you’ve done it!” he said, and soon, more fingers dipped in icing were aimed at each other’s faces, the sweet concoction ended up on skin, lips, even in their hair.
Then Kuroro managed to get one finger in his lover’s mouth and though Kurapica made a face, he sucked it clean and just like that, the air changed, sizzled and sparked between them. Their eyes locked, and the blond could see that Kuroro could feel it too. His dark, midnight eyes were intense as he fixed his gaze on the blond, who swallowed thickly, Kuroro’s finger still in his mouth.
“Kurapica,” the older man said the name like a prayer, and for some reason, that made the blond flush and his heart rate increase.
A moment later, they were kissing, and though the Kuruta could still taste the overly sweet icing, he didn’t mind the taste so much when it was in Kuroro’s mouth. Especially when a swipe of his tongue over the older man’s made him hum appreciatively. The sound sent a delicious shiver down Kurapica’s spine. He pulled back to meet Kuroro’s gaze.
“How important is eating the cake to you?” he asked.
“Very,” Kuroro said, and the blond was surprised to see that his lover was actually serious. “I’ve gone through the trouble of getting it for our anniversary, and I want us to eat it.”
“I don’t think people usually eat cake for their anniversary,” Kurapica pointed out.
“They don’t?” Kuroro asked, cocking his head to the side, and the sight was so endearing that it made Kurapica chuckle.
“That’s okay. Let’s say we do, or at least in April.” He eyed the older man. “Don’t expect one in September.”
“Okay,” Kuroro said with a solemn nod, but the little tilt up at the corner of his mouth showed he was pleased and amused.
Kurapica didn’t know why Kuroro sometimes wanted to play at being normal when he was so much more than mere average.
“I don’t care much about the cake,” Kurapica tried again, “but I’d like to celebrate in another way.”
“We could do both,” Kuroro suggested with a smirk.
“Oh no, you don’t -” Kurapica started saying, but then Kuroro smeared cake icing on his forehead. “What the-? Kuroro!”
The older man laughed and tried to lean in to lick it off, but Kurapica pushed him off and wiped it up with the back of his hand. He couldn’t help but laugh too.
“At least it’s coffee flavoured,” he commented, licking the icing off his hand.
Kuroro laughed and smeared more of it on the side of the blond’s throat. Kurapica started protesting, but then the Spider Head leaned in and licked at his neck, then sucked, and a soft moan escaped the blond.
“We could do both,” Kuroro repeated, his voice lower, a soft, hungry undertone slipping through.
Just like that, Kurapica was reacting. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat and tilted his head to allow him better access.
“Here?” he asked.
“Too messy for the bedroom,” Kuroro pointed out.
“This isn’t going to be very comfortable for me,” Kurapica pointed out, but he didn’t really care anymore.
Kuroro hummed against his throat, one hand going to the blond’s shirt. He started undoing the buttons, starting from the top and slowly working his way down.
“I’ll make love to you properly tonight,” he promised, his voice deep and hungry, and oh, the things it did to Kurapica. “I’ll do it in bed, slowly, gently.”
“It’s fine,” Kurapica huffed, but it ended in a moan as he shifted on his seat.
His pants were getting tight, but Kuroro was focused on removing his top. Kurapica laughed softly as he allowed his lover to push his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.
“You always have the craziest ideas,” he huffed, laughter in his voice. “Is there anything you are not wanting to try?”
“As long as it’s with you, I want to do it all,” Kuroro said, far too serious for Kurapica’s tastes.
“Well, I am not interested in the hardcore stuff,” Kurapica warned.
“Figured,” was all Kuroro said before he put some crumbled cake and icing over one nipple, then leaned in to suck it off.
Kurapica couldn’t help but moan as he arched into the touch. His hand, also soiled with cake and icing from the earlier scuffle, tangled into Kuroro’s silky black hair, but neither of them noticed or cared. He only let go when Kuroro pushed his shirt lower, trying to get it completely off.
“No matter how nice the idea might be of using food like this,” Kurapica commented drily, “you can’t be thinking of doing it on a chair….”
That made the older man chuckle.
“You’ve got a point,” he admitted. “I guess it’s either the floor or the table.”
“Table,” the blond decided. “Let’s fulfil your fantasy of taking me on a piece of furniture that isn’t a bed.”
“What?” Kuroro asked, head pulling back to stare at Kurapica, eyebrows arched in surprise.
“After all of the dressers you dumped me on to make out with me,” the Kuruta laughed, “I figured you might have a thing for that.”
“Not really,” Kuroro said with a grin. “They were just convenient. But hey, let’s try the table.”
He got to his feet and presented Kurapica with his hand, gallantly helping him up, too. The moment the blond was standing, however, Kuroro’s hands went right to his pants and quickly undid them.
“Wait,” Kurapica said, voice breathy with excitement, “you still have all of your clothes on!”
“Yours will be harder to remove once you’re on the table,” Kuroro explained.
Kurapica lightly batted his hand away and started unbuttoning Kuroro’s shirt.
“I’m not on the table yet,” he said, a definitively flirty tone slipping into his voice, “and you? Are overdressed.”
“Don’t mind if you do,” Kuroro said, grinning and spreading his arms wide.
Kurapica laughed softly and undid all of the buttons with deft fingers, then pushed Kuroro’s shirt and jacket off - or started to. He’d somehow forgotten about the tie. Laughing, he loosened it enough that he could slip it over his head. It mussed up Kuroro’s hair, and they both laughed. A moment later, they were kissing, and Kurapica was feverishly pushing Kuroro’s shirt and jacket off. The moment his arms were free, the older man reached down and grabbed the hem of undershirt and pulled it off in one smooth move, further messing up his hair. Kurapica liked this look on him. He also liked Kuroro’s firm chest, now bare before his eyes. He put his hands on it, stroking down until he reached his pants. He undid the belt and opened up his pants, then pushed them down, andwaited while Kuroro stepped out of the them and toed out of his shoes. With one of his self-assured smirks that Kurapica both loved and hated, he pushed his underwear down and leaned over to remove them, taking off his socks at the same time.
He stood, gloriously naked and absolutely beautiful.
Gods, Kurapica loved him.
It was so twisted, but he didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t imagine a life without this man.
“Showoff,” he teased.
“You like it,” Kuroro sent back, still grinning. “And now -” He reached for Kurapica’s pants again. “- you’re the one who is overdressed.”
Kurapica laughed and let him undo his trousers, then push them down, along with his underwear. The moment they were out of the way, Kuroro grabbed him, just under his buttocks, and heaved him up, making Kurapica laugh. He wouldn’t say it, but he loved when Kuroro showed off his strength as well.
Kuroro deposited him on the table, and Kurapica tried to open his thighs for the older man to step between them, but his pants were still bunched up around his knees. That prompted another chuckle from them both and Kuroro stepped back to pull the garments off. He lowered himself into a crouch and slid Kurapica’s shoes off. It felt so intimate, for some reason, it made the blond swallow thickly. His socks followed, and Kuroro looked up. Noticing Kurapica’s heated gaze, he pressed a soft kiss into his knee and Kurapica sucked in a breath.
He’d completely forgotten about the cake until Kuroro stood up and smeared some over his chest. The older man grinned up at him, cheeky and playful.
“You do love your sweets,” Kurapica commented.
“It’s coffee flavoured,” the older man pointed out, “I thought you would like it too.”
“I don’t hate it,” the blond assured him, “it’s just a bit too sweet for me.”
“Then I will simply have to eat it all,” Kuroro said lightly.
“It’s a big cake for just one person.”
“Eating it off of you will keep me motivated,” Kuroro sent back with a laugh, then to illustrate his point, he licked some of the messed up cake and icing off of Kurapica’s chest.
His tongue was warm and moist and Kurapica was getting incredibly turned on.
“Kuroro,” he breathed out, and his lover’s mouth settled on a nipple, cutting off whatever he might have wanted to say after the name.
He parted his thighs wide, no longer ashamed or embarrassed around this man he’d accepted into his life and into his heart. Seven months since he’d said yes, and they were both taking his word very seriously. No matter what came their way, it couldn’t be worse than what had happened before they’d even met. He was confident in this, in them. And, as Kuroro stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry, Kurapica smiled at his partner and wrapped his arms loosely around Kuroro’s shoulders.
“That feels good,” he purred softly.
Kuroro’s only response was to spread more of the sweet treat over Kurapica’s other nipple to lick and suck it off his skin. The blond arched his head back, mouth open and breath coming heavy.
“Come on,” he whined softly, “don’t tease me like this!”
“Oh, I love when you’re so eager,” Kuroro purred back, giving his left nipple one last lick.
“When am I not?” the blond huffed.
“Anymore,” Kuroro said, then stepped back.
“Where are you going?” Kurapica asked, trying not to let it sound like a whine.
“Bedroom,” the older man said, “ have to get the lube.”
He moved in again and pressed a kiss onto Kurapica’s mouth.
“Wait for me,” he said before moving away.
“I’m naked and covered in icing and saliva,” the blond called after him. “Where would I even go?”
He didn’t get a response, but heard Kuroro rummaging in the bedroom. His nakedness, which hadn’t bothered him when Kuroro was with him, was pretty embarrassing now, and he hunched over, folding his arms over his thighs.
Kuroro soon returned, waving the small bottle proudly.
“Took a while because it was jammed between the bed and the nightstand,” he explained.
“That’s why I keep telling you to put it away properly,” the blond retorted.
“What can I say,” Kuroro said with a grin and a shrug, “I’m usually pretty distracted when I’m done using this bottle.”
Kurapica snorted, but then his lover gently pulled his arms away and stepped back between his thighs to kiss him softly. Kurapica hummed against his lips, pleased with the attention. He heard Kuroro uncap the bottle and spread his legs wider to allow better access, but the older man couldn’t quite reach, so he leaned back, bracing one of his hands on the table while the other one was wrapped loosely around the back of Kuroro’s shoulder. The new position canted his hips back, and Kuroro had access to his opening. He prepared him slowly and carefully, and Kurapica breathed softly through it, knowing what pleasure would soon come.
It only took a few minutes, and Kuroro soon leaned in to kiss him again.
“Alright,” he murmured against Kurapica’s mouth, “lift your buttocks a bit.”
The Kuruta leaned all of his weight on his hands and wrapped his legs around Kuroro’s hips, then lifted himself just a little above the table. He felt Kuroro’s member slide over his entrance a few times, then he breached in and the blond moaned softly, closing his eyes, mouth dropping open.
Something cold smeared over his chest and he tightened in surprise.
“Wha-?” he gasped out.
“You didn’t forget the anniversary cake, did you?” Kuroro teased with a low chuckle that sent a chill down the blond’s spine.
“You are such - “ he began in a huff, but then the older man pulled back and pushed back in, and he cut himself off with a strangled moan.
“But you still love me,” Kuroro said, laughing softly before he lapped the icing off his partner’s chest.
“Idiot,” Kurapica grumbled.
“Again with the insults,” Kuroro laughed, his breath warm against the blond’s skin. “I’m starting to think you mean them as endearments.”
Kurapica huffed again, but then his lover moved again, making him moan again. He went for a few, slow thrusts and Kurapica hummed in pleasure. He didn’t jump when Kuroro put more cake on him, just focused on how his lover moved in and out of him, his girth rubbing inside just the right way to stimulate his body, but too slow, far too slow.
“Can you move faster?” he said, trying not to let it out as a whine.
“Not yet,” Kuroro breathed against his chest. “I just want to enjoy this. It’s not every day that we have an anniversary.”
“We have two a year,” the blond laughed softly, “that’s twice as much as most people.”
Kuroro chuckled again, and it sent another delicious shiver through Kurapica.
“True,” he agreed, and gave a sharper thrust that wrung another moan out of the blond.
It was uncomfortable, holding himself up with his arms like this, so Kurapica laid down on his back. Almost immediately, Kuroro hooked both his arms under the younger man’s knees and pulled him up a bit, giving himself a better angle. He groaned softly, obviously enjoying this, and the sound heightened Kurapica’s own pleasure. His breath came in heavier, and he knew, when he looked up at his lover, that his eyes were a brilliant red under his heavy lids.
“Good,” he moaned softly, and that encouraged Kuroro to move a little faster.
Kuroro’s arms lifted his hips up easily and his strength was one of many things that Kurapica found exciting. The glide of Kuroro’s member inside of him felt incredibly good. One particularly sharp thrust made the blond moan again and he threw his head back, panting softly. Then Kuroro spread more icing and cake over his nipples and the cold made him gasp. There was another sharp thrust, deep inside of him and he whimpered, his thighs tightening helplessly, but Kuroro’s arms held him steady. Wait, how had he moved his arm back so fast?
Kuroro leaned over him to lick at the cake, nearly folding him in half, and the pressure inside of him as he was curled up with his lover’s erection buried deep inside made Kurapica moan again.
“Oh gods,” he gasped, closing his eyes tight. “Keep going,” he urged Kuroro, “like this - feels good.”
Kuroro let out a growl and sucked at his nipple hard, and this time, Kurapica cried out sharply. The thrusts felt so deep inside of him, he thought he would go crazy. Kuroro moved on to the other nipple and the blond moaned again. Kuroro started thrusting a little harder, straightening up a bit to give himself leverage. He pulled at Kurapica’s thighs as he moved in hard, getting himself deep, making his lover moan helplessly.
“Kurapica,” the older man called out softly, his voice deep and breathy and oh, how he loved that low sound. “Kurapica look at me.”
Kurapica cracked his eyes open and looked up at his lover, his life partner, and moaned again, his voice wrecked from mind-numbing pleasure. Kuroro let go of one of his leg to brace his hand against the table. He panted harshly, still moving, snapping his hips forward again and again. Kurapica pulled him in for a harsh kiss, then let go. His arm fell off to the side landed on the cake. He let his fingers sink in and suddenly reached up and smeared the mess over Kuroro’s mouth, then laughed as the older man spluttered a bit.
It must have taken him by surprise, but he didn’t let up, to Kurapica’s relief. A few more thrusts and Kurapica was desperate for more.
“I’m close,” he gasped, panting harshly.
“Yeah,” Kuroro groaned softly, his voice more than a little shaky, “me too.”
He kissed Kurapica for a moment, coffee and sugar and warmth and perfection. He pulled back so he could keep thrusting deep inside and the blond let out a sharp whimper, then panted helplessly. Kuroro thrust in him, deep and hard and it was all it took for Kurapica to tumble over the edge. He cried out as he came undone, his body clenching and shuddering. Kuroro let out a growl above him and his erection pulsed inside of the blond. Feeling him reach his peak made Kurapica shake and whimper again. Then Kuroro’s mouth was on his, kissing him again. The blond wrapped both arms around him, holding him close and he came down from his high.
“Happy anniversary,” the older man said against his mouth.
“Happy non-anniversary,” Kurapica replied cheekily, and they both laughed.