Knock it off, wind, Kurama thought, a grin pulling at his mouth. You can't have him.
He curled around his lover, shielding him from the insistent pull of the storm, drawing him close, twining his fingers through hair and cloth so he could trail kisses along Kusiriyuri's cheek, whispering his name so quietly that the wind couldn't hope to make it drift away.
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Date: 2008-11-14 12:21 am (UTC)He curled around his lover, shielding him from the insistent pull of the storm, drawing him close, twining his fingers through hair and cloth so he could trail kisses along Kusiriyuri's cheek, whispering his name so quietly that the wind couldn't hope to make it drift away.