Taste…?
It was impossible not to catch Leorio’s meaning, especially not when he was nestled between his legs like that, and while part of him was more grateful than he would ever be able to express for the atmosphere of trust and consent that Leorio was building with every touch, there was a prim, hopelessly repressed part of him that was currently recoiling in horror. Kurapika tried to imagine Leorio’s mouth on him, working that skillful tongue of his, and all he could think was: Oh god, he can’t taste me there, I PEE out of there!
The thought was so ludicrously unromantic Kurapika couldn’t help giggling; …show more content…
Kurapika had lost nearly fifteen pounds in the last two years. He certainly hadn’t been trying to, but sometimes he just...forgot to eat. Running a criminal organization from the shadows was surprisingly time-consuming, and there never seemed to be enough hours left in the day for himself. Truth be told, Kurapika had become hard-pressed to care one way or the other.
He couldn't help wondering if Leorio noticed how much weight he’d lost, though, with something akin to worry fluttering in his chest. Kurapika wouldn’t put it past him; Leorio had always been more perceptive than he let on — but whether he noticed or not, Leorio obviously didn’t care. Leorio smiled, and even though his brown eyes were darker than his, somehow they were brighter, too, full of affection, and Kurapika was free-falling into them, into him, until it wasn’t so much about wanting sex for its own sake, but about wanting this intimacy because he wanted Leorio, in every possible …show more content…
“S’okay Pika, I can handle you. I once shoved my cell phone down my throat!” Leorio confided with a teasing little wink. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. So just...put your hands in my hair and relax, okay?”
Kurapika gulped, wondering how the heck he was supposed to relax in this situation — but he obediently threaded his fingers in Leorio’s short, dark hair, trusting him implicitly.
Leorio immediately began kissing Kurapika’s inner thighs, slowly working his way up, and every press of Leorio’s lips was like a brand, claiming places no one had seen or touched but himself until now. Kurapika shuddered, uttering a small sound that couldn’t quite decide whether it wanted to be a whimper or a groan, his legs quivering in a powerful combination of arousal, anticipation and nerves. He desperately needed an outlet -- god, he needed Leorio to stop fooling around and touch him already, but Leorio purposely seemed to to be avoiding the one area that could have greatly benefited from the addition of his mouth. Leorio sucked a huge hickey into the smooth, sensitive skin located near his Kurapika’s scrotum, almost as if he wanted to leave some evidence that he’d been there, an obvious reminder