Kurapika had no idea how long he lay in Leorio’s arms, winded and trembly, listening to the soft whir of the ceiling fan overhead. It couldn’t possibly have been for more than a minute or two — and yet, to him, it was as if a probable eternity had passed, and in that eternity Leorio had shown him that there were stars lurking just behind his eyelids.
Kurapika propped himself up on one elbow, a little alarmed by how tired he was, and raked his sweaty bangs off his face with a strengthless hand. Everything had gone low-lit and hazy in the aftermath, and he felt — not different, exactly, at least not in any concrete way. Nothing had changed, but it was almost as if he’d been wrung-out, somehow, and filled up again with something new, and for …show more content…
He was too tired for words, too tired to do much more than curl up, cat-like, his head resting in the crook of Leorio's shoulder. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, a long relaxed exhale, and wondered, vaguely, if they ought to get up and have a shower. They needed one; Leorio was as damp as a washroom floor, and Kurapika reeked of cum and sweat and Leorio's cologne, but when Leorio shifted to embrace him, sliding a hand across Kurapika’s body to lay a palm flat on his hip, something caved in Kurapika's chest, every bit of the hard-ass in him going weak and quivery. It could wait. He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, savoring the moment, committing all these little details to …show more content…
Kurapika blinked, surprised by the question. Fun. It wasn’t the first word he would have used. Nerve-wracking? Definitely. A little uncomfortable at times? Without a doubt. It had never even occurred to him to think sex could be fun. He'd had always been vaguely put off by the thought of physical intimacy, relieved by his lack of desire, irritated whenever his body betrayed him. Quite frankly, there had never been any room for fun in any of Kurapika’s muddled feelings on the subject. And now...
"K-Kurapika?"
Kurapika sat up, smiling a little, and planted a kiss on Leorio's brow. "I...well. I'm not sure," he admitted. Leorio choked, springing up from the mattress.
"Y-you—wha? W-was it really —" Leorio caught his bottom lip between his teeth and worried at it, dismay written all over his face. "You...you didn't like it?" he asked, finally, his voice small and nervous.
"Who said I didn't?" Kurapika replied. He poked Leorio squarely in the ribs, his lips turned up at the corners, affectionate and amused — but when Leorio simply stared, rigid and unsmiling, Kurapika sighed, racking his brain for the words to explain how he felt. He wasn't much accustomed to having to elaborate on anything, least of all his feelings. Nostrade never asked any questions, personal or otherwise, neither did his subordinates, and that was the way he preferred it.
“But you
Kurapika propped himself up on one elbow, a little alarmed by how tired he was, and raked his sweaty bangs off his face with a strengthless hand. Everything had gone low-lit and hazy in the aftermath, and he felt — not different, exactly, at least not in any concrete way. Nothing had changed, but it was almost as if he’d been wrung-out, somehow, and filled up again with something new, and for …show more content…
He was too tired for words, too tired to do much more than curl up, cat-like, his head resting in the crook of Leorio's shoulder. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, a long relaxed exhale, and wondered, vaguely, if they ought to get up and have a shower. They needed one; Leorio was as damp as a washroom floor, and Kurapika reeked of cum and sweat and Leorio's cologne, but when Leorio shifted to embrace him, sliding a hand across Kurapika’s body to lay a palm flat on his hip, something caved in Kurapika's chest, every bit of the hard-ass in him going weak and quivery. It could wait. He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, savoring the moment, committing all these little details to …show more content…
Kurapika blinked, surprised by the question. Fun. It wasn’t the first word he would have used. Nerve-wracking? Definitely. A little uncomfortable at times? Without a doubt. It had never even occurred to him to think sex could be fun. He'd had always been vaguely put off by the thought of physical intimacy, relieved by his lack of desire, irritated whenever his body betrayed him. Quite frankly, there had never been any room for fun in any of Kurapika’s muddled feelings on the subject. And now...
"K-Kurapika?"
Kurapika sat up, smiling a little, and planted a kiss on Leorio's brow. "I...well. I'm not sure," he admitted. Leorio choked, springing up from the mattress.
"Y-you—wha? W-was it really —" Leorio caught his bottom lip between his teeth and worried at it, dismay written all over his face. "You...you didn't like it?" he asked, finally, his voice small and nervous.
"Who said I didn't?" Kurapika replied. He poked Leorio squarely in the ribs, his lips turned up at the corners, affectionate and amused — but when Leorio simply stared, rigid and unsmiling, Kurapika sighed, racking his brain for the words to explain how he felt. He wasn't much accustomed to having to elaborate on anything, least of all his feelings. Nostrade never asked any questions, personal or otherwise, neither did his subordinates, and that was the way he preferred it.
“But you