006 // video

[fox_shuuichi]

[When the feed comes on, it's not Kurama on the screen - instead, it's a servant, and she fiddles with the device for a bit until stepping away and revealing Kurama, seated at a low table in his room. She bends to murmur something in his ear, and he nods

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[punk_emperor]

[Kanji hasn't heard any rumors because he's been kind of...avoiding everything since he managed to--uh. yeah. That. So he only sees his friend hurt and righteous protective anger surges up.]

Who the hell hit you? I'll give 'em a matching one!

[But that aside, it's finally enough to go and check on Kurama. So even though Kurama can't see it, he might be able to hear geta clacking as Kanji heads out the door.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Kurama's breath comes out in a warm huff against Kanji's ear - soft, shaky gasps as he tips his head even further, putting himself completely at Kanji's mercy.

The hoops are a strange and interesting new experience, and everything tactile seems to thrill Kurama right now, so he explores them eagerly, flicking them gently with his tongue and soothing the hurt afterwards.

His hand slides across the broad planes of Kanji's chest, long fingers stroking along the line of a collarbone, the curve of a shoulder. They explore the lean lines of Kanji's neck and then the rougher sketch of his jawline.]

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[punk_emperor]

[Kanji's breath hitches sharply with each flick--some of the hoops are much more sore than others, and the empty holes are strangely sensitive as well. He nuzzles again, more firmly, feeling his nose ring give the same tug and pull as the hoops as it catches a little against Kurama's skin. Then he's moving in open imitation, tugging lightly on Kurama's earlobe in turn with lips and tongue.

There's a part of him, confused and clueless, in the back of his head that has no idea what's going on, but it all feels too perfect to let go of. Each touch is different enough to feel completely new and his one exploration grows a little bolder, searching out each dip and curve in his spine and then trailing up to trace the line of Kurama's forehead.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Something in Kurama picks up on Kanji's unease, but it's just not strong enough to break through this strange sense of relief, of belonging - at least, not yet. So, instead, he makes a sound that might be most accurately described a sort of mewl as Kanji explores with lips and tongue and fingers, and he pulls back just enough to tuck himself under Kanji's chin, exploring his jawline with gentle nips and open-mouthed kisses. His hand tightens in Kanji's hair, tipping his head back for better access, and the other slips over the planes of his chest again to flutter over his ribs, as if counting them.]

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[punk_emperor]

[He gasps, the last half coming out as a fully voiced moan, as his head is pulled back and Kurama's mouth leaves his skin damp and tingling. He feels vulnerable and small, but it's exciting. One hand tightens in Kurama's hair, tangling the strands in tight loops around his fingers but only pulling a little. His other hand grips tightly, pulling Kurama towards him a little. He scrabbles for better purchase and ends up gripping Kurama's ass a little tightly, just holding and half aware of where he's touching.]

Ku-- ah-- Kurama!

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Kanji's grip, both in his hair and on his ass, makes him shift against Kanji's body, almost needy. Silently, he curses the constricting layers he's wearing, because they mean his only option is to sit across Kanji's lap, rather than straddling it the way he wants to, and it feels like he just can't get close enough.

There's something odd rippling through him, a combination of Kanji's loneliness and his own fear at losing his friends, both being drowned under a flood of comfort and belonging, and the mix makes him dizzy, feeling almost drunk.

The sound of Kanji's moan, his name cutting through the air, makes him shiver, and he brushes his nose gently down the line of Kanji's neck. He nuzzles under Kanji's collar, baring skin, and then gently sinks his teeth into that soft junction between neck and shoulder - not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to be there.]

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[punk_emperor]

[Closer. They need to be closer. The idea pops suddenly in his head that their clothes are at fault, so his hands slide up, tugging at Kurama's clothes, pulling them aside and attacking the ties to hold them closed with vigor.

They're together. They're-- they're connected and the connection feels amazing. If they could only just get a little closer nothing could ever push them apart.

The nuzzling sends a warm flood through him and he tips his head to allow it, before gasping at the feeling of teeth. It's a complete surprise, but after the surprise comes an electric heat thundering through him. He moans raggedly, loudly, mangling Kurama's name into a nonsense sound.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Kurama's entirely unbothered by Kanji's attempts to disrobe him, and when the ties come loose, he shrugs absently out of his layers, more concerned with sucking and nipping at this patch of skin he's found that makes Kanji produce the most wonderful noises. Silk pools across Kanji's lap, and then Kurama's suddenly naked and turning to straddle Kanji's legs the way he's wanted to this whole time, pressing his body into the harder planes of Kanji's.

He slips his hands free from where they're tangled in fabric and hair, and slides them down the collar of Kanji's clothes to tug at his ties, long fingers moving deftly over the knots.]

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[punk_emperor]

[Skin. Kurama is closer than ever, wrapped around him and it's good. Kanji lets out a long, drawn out moan, nearly trembling at how good Kurama's mouth feels against his neck--he'll have a hickey later and he doesn't care at all right now. Kurama's body feels amazing, and Kanji explores hungrily, fingertips dancing over skin, following planes and dipping into hollows and curves.

He's barely aware of Kurama pulling off his own clothing, and only absently shifts to help, too busy exploring and trying to pull Kurama even closer to do anything else.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Kanji's fingers skate across scars, rasp gently over pale skin, and Kurama answers with a soft moan of his own. His hips shift against the fabric still draped over Kanji's legs, held in place by Kurama's weight, and he pushes eagerly at the layers between them, slipping them down Kanji's arms.

He learns Kanji's body by touch, letting his fingers trace the ridges of muscle and bone first, with his mouth following after. He memorizes the taste, the feel, the smell of Kanji's skin against his, and drinks in the sounds he pulls from Kanji's lips.]

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[punk_emperor]

[He shakes the cloth from him and drops his head to Kurama's shoulder, rasping out needy sounds and soft gasps. His skin feels hot, like trails of lightning are slithering through it where Kurama's hands have been.

For a few moments he does little more than that, hands still wandering, and then he tips just a little forward and plants a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Kurama's shoulder. The feel makes him shudder in pleasure, and the taste and faint scent both tantalize him to do it again, and suddenly without really being aware of how his movement changed, Kanji is sucking on Kurama's skin, moan muffled against it.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

Nn-!

[That is unexpected, and Kurama grips hard at Kanji's shoulders as the thrill spikes through him, blunt nails digging into skin. That strangled moan slips out as his back arches, his sightless eyes turning towards the ceiling, his hips pressing into Kanji's.

His lips part, and his breath quickens as he treads the thin line between pleasure and pain, his shoulder growing sore in the best way as Kanji sucks on his skin. And on one of those breathy exhales, Kanji's name escapes, as well.]

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[punk_emperor]

[Those sounds-- Kanji's groans, hips jerking up into Kurama's and hands gripping tighter. His breath comes in quick, harsh bursts through his nose as he sucks a little more and then pulls back to kiss the spot before working his way towards and up Kurama's neck with wet kisses and licks.

Everything is lost in a heated daze. Only Kurama exists right now, and Kanji delights in every response. Even the dig of nails into his shoulders feels good, and especially the sound of his name, which he echoes.]

Kurama--

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[fox_shuuichi]

[He tips his head back farther as Kanji moves towards his neck, long hair pouring down his back to drape across Kanji's legs. His hands release Kanji's shoulders, only to skate across them, trailing up Kanji's neck and sliding through his hair, pulling gently.]

Mm, Kanji...

[There's suddenly nothing he wants more than to kiss Kanji, and he tugs a little more insistently.]

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[punk_emperor]

[He suddenly knows that he loves hands in his hair. It makes his breath come in wanting shudders and he goes with the pulling, sliding his arms around Kurama's waist tightly and leaning in.

He aches for a kiss right now, eager and unpracticed as he dives in without a care. He's too focused on the kiss itself to consider long enough how he should move to make it work without any awkwardness.]

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[fox_shuuichi]

[Kurama's all too happy to teach - he guides Kanji's motions with gentle tugs to his hair, offers up examples of what he likes by nipping gently at Kanji's bottom lip, slipping his tongue into Kanji's mouth.

There's a few brief flashes of pain when Kanji's nose happens to bump Kurama's bruised cheekbone, but even that's not so bad. He's still perfectly happy to be exactly where he is right now - held tightly to a warm chest by strong arms, skin against skin]