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It's not hard to get Kurapika off. After years of self isolation and living with their guard perpetually up, why would it be? Every inch of their body has been left touch starved and hyper sensitive. On the best of days, it takes hardly any effort from Leorio to have him shaking and gasping into the sheets. A talented suck, a few strokes of his clit, his finger just barely slipping into their cunt and their body is pulled taut, thighs shaking as they cum. Some nights he's so worked up that by the time his clothes come off, more than a breath on his clit becomes too much to handle, so he falls to his knees instead, trying instead to get Leorio near his own state. That's what's hard: being on the receiving end of Kurapika when they're in the throes of post-orgasm lust.
It's there that Leorio finds himself now, head thrown back and fighting for his life not to cum after a mere two minutes of having his soul sucked out of his dick. He can't bring himself to look Kurapika in the eyes, not while he's already so close to the edge. He just knows seeing that fucked-out look, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, lips stretched around his cock, a pretty blush that starts at his cheeks and stretches down to his chest, ending right above his tits, it would send him over the edge. Might send him over so hard he dies even. He settles for keeping his eyes shut, head tipped back toward the ceiling and fingers gripping the side of the mattress. It does little to keep his orgasm at bay, forcing him to zero in on every little sound and sensation before him. Kurapika always takes him so eagerly during sex, fucks Leorio like he's got something to prove. Only he would turn sex into a competition; if Leorio gets him to sigh, he has to make him scream, if their orgasm was mind-blowing, Leorio's had to be earth-shattering. They never just have sex.
Even now, this is no mere blowjob. Kurapika's being sloppy on purpose, letting drool and cum drip down their chin to make everything sound that much more wet, more erotic. Their hands are everywhere, trailing scratches along the backs of his thighs, massaging his balls, sliding their fingers along his taint, teasing the outside of his hole, barely hooking along his rim before they switch it up again. He leaves no opening for silence, between the sounds of him swallowing around Leorio's cock, he moans, pants, gasps and comes up for air to stroke hard and ask
"Are you gonna cum for me?" As if Leorio could control it. He can only whine in response, hips jerking up and meeting Kurapika's strokes. He's so close he can feel the buildup of his orgasm tighten in his belly, he moans, breathy behind his teeth as it winds tighter, almost there until-
Kurapika holds his hands still and firm at the base of his cock. Leorio's eyes snap open at the loss to see Kurapika, breathing hard and watching his cock twitch and jump in his grasp. Their gaze that vibrant scarlet that Leorio is beginning to associate less with their rage and more with nights like these.
"Cum inside me." Leorio can't imagine cumming anywhere else now as Kurapika rises, climbs into his lap and kisses him like it's the last thing they'll ever do. He can't resist the competitive nature of his partner, and takes the opportunity to get another orgasm from Kurapika. Large hands firm on their hips, he grinds their cunt down onto his cock in a steady rhythm. It's too slow, not enough to get him off, but that's not his goal anyway. The desperate gasping in his ear, the pitching up of Kurapika's moans, the way they take over from his movements, humping their hips back and forth over his cock. That's his goal. It only takes a few thrusts from Leorio, pressing his cock further against Kurapika's cunt without going in, feeling every curve of his pussy and the swell of his clit, and Kurapika's gone. His arms wind tighter around Leorio, holding onto him as his orgasm thunders through him. He buries his head into Leorio's neck to muffle his cries as he shakes, trembling so hard Leorio has to grip his hips near bruising to keep him together. Once he stops shaking he runs his tongue up the warm expanse of Leorio's neck, biting up and down as he goes until he can't wait anymore, the need to be filled seizing him as he reaches between them for Leorio's cock, weeping precum and twitching.
"Fuck me, fuck me." he hisses as he lines himself up, and it takes everything in Leorio not to take over and fuck him senseless, to let him set the pace first, because god they smell good and this is the first night they've been together in weeks and he's been so good, so patient as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of his boy, waiting for his turn, and the hot soaked feeling of his cunt against him drove him near mad and-
And when he slips into Kurapika he wants to bury himself there forever, call that tight wet heat home. The feeling fully stops any thought he'd had before, any sense of urgency to chase his release, it's replaced by the need to just be inside of Kurapika.
"You feel so fucking good." He moans out softly against their cheek. Kurapika moans, voice rough from their face-fucking, too overstimulated to give a proper response beyond lifting his hips up and dropping himself down, taking Leorio hard, the way they like it when they're like this. Leorio helps him, gripping his ass and lifting him nearly entirely off his cock each time, setting a pace that'll keep both of them from walking for a good long while after they're done. There's a high keen from Kurapika as Leorio spreads his cheeks as he comes down. He's already close again, and Leorio knows it's going to be one of those times where Kurapika lays soft and open on his back, legs spread and voice soft, telling him to keep going until he cums, to fuck them through their orgasms until he's satisfied, overstimulated and gasping endlessly.
Sure enough, Kurapika cums hard, for the fourth or fifth time, and it shakes something loose inside of them as they go slack in Leorio's arms. "Fuck me," he gasps, lips moving against Leorio's shoulder, "like you mean it." That's all he has to say for Leorio to know what he wants, pulling out and spreading him on his back. He gently pushes their knees, up, up by their shoulders, braces an arm above their head, and pounds into them.
Leorio doesn't believe in heaven, because its existence would imply that there exists something better than this view. They are heaven itself, they must be. Kurapika's eyes are still open, just barely, and from what he can see, they're completely glazed over and brimming with overstimulated tears threatening to spill out. Their gold-spun hair disheveled and tossed into their face in the way only sex can do. Their full lips parted, just enough that Leorio can see his wet tongue, pink and delicious. The sight has heat curling in his gut, his balls tightening. It's when he gently presses his thumb against that tongue - too cute, too sinful to resist - and Kurapika's head turns to take it into his mouth, sucking and moaning and wet, that he slams home one final time and cums with a cry. Their tongue swirls around the tip of his thumb, once for each time he can feel himself shoot into them. He wonders, madly, if he'll ever stop cumming or if he'll continue to fill Kurapika up, wonders just how much his pussy can take, until his hips finally stop twitching.
The sigh Kurapika breathes as he pulls out is dreamy, too delicate for anyone's ears but his own. He stops to pull their lips apart with his thumbs, watching his seed spill out of them. He loves to indulge in the sight every time before it's gone, something a bit animal and possessive sparking in him at the sight. It's not until Kurapika shifts and releases a soft but disgusted noise at the mess that Leorio cleans him with the wet wipes in their nightstand drawer. There's something perhaps even more intimate about this, Kurapika letting him gently swipe between their folds, pressing kisses here and there to their thighs, before he tosses the wipe in the bin and curls up beside them.
There is no telling how long Kurapika will be able to stay, before his presence is needed once again by Nostrade, before he goes back to be hollow and cold. For now though, he's soft, warm, gentle as his hands tangle in Leorio's hair and kisses every inch he can without moving. For now, it's not just good, it's heaven.