A whole barrel of it ((Closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama))

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Kurama was sure that one of the reasons he didn't like gods and tended to try and stay away from them was because, for some inexplicable reason, they liked to use him as a little cat-toy. Bat him around a little here, let him think he's free for a minute, then start chewing on his head for a while.

It's starting to get old, and the string of his patience has been growing short. He was sick of working in the greenhouses, bored of staying in his office or his room, and not yet intrigued enough to start really exploring the castle. What he wanted now was to be around someone calming.

Kusuriyuri, of course, was the calmest person he knew. Kurama also adored spending time with him, so it was in search of the Medicine Peddler he went, first deciding to check his office.

He paused at the door and knocked politely, in case any students were in or Kusuriyuri was busy.

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Kurama leaned, letting Kusuriyuri drape over him as they kissed. He pushed his hands underneath the damp barrier of Kusuriyuri's clothing, longing for skin that was still a small bit unfamiliar than the touch he knew so well. His energy was different too - wilder, impassioned - Kurama's head swam around the currents of it and he was very glad for the support underneath him.

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Kusuriyuri ached for Kurama's touch, needed it. The energy in him needed release and he needed the kitsune. He could feel the Mother's encouragement, though if he were more himself or less needful, this would cause some reticence. He threaded his fingers through Kurama's hair and this brought a little order to the chaos. He needed more, though.

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Kurama was more than willing to indulge the Mother's encouragement, and shrugged out of his tunic - or tried to. The fabric stuck to his skin with infuriating stubbornness, trapping him inside it even as he pulled heavy silk off Kusuriyuri's back. He almost asked Kusuriyuri to help... but hands in his hair, close to his ears, felt so good...

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Kusuriyuri's fingers found Kurama's ears and he massaged them with the ends of his nails more than his fingers. He let his lips trail down Kurama's chin to his neck. He needed more, though. He dragged his hands down and pushed the wet fabric out of his way so he could touch and taste and be with Kurama more.

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Kurama shuddered and writhed under the touch, pulling Kusuriyuri onto him so he straddled his lap completely. He ducked his head, mimicking the kisses Kusuriyuri gave him. His tongue slid along his lover's skin and he tasted rain and heat and metal. He worked the obi of Kusuriyuri's kimono loose, more difficult now that the fabric was soaked, but was rewarded when he pulled it away from wonderful, welcoming skin.

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Kusuriyuri's hands found the obi for Kurama's tunic and untied it with relative ease, it being narrower and more simply tied than his own. As he released the fabric, he felt the Mother hold onto it. Later, when needs were less pressing, that would amuse him. For now, he slid down Kurama's body, kissing and touching as he went.

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A soft groan escaped him and he raised himself to meet Kusuriyuri's lips, running his hands along his lover's body wherever he could reach.

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Kusuriyuri used Kurama's motion to remove his pants and then crawled back up his body, kissing and touching, finding other places that would make Kurama groan again.

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Kurama murmured encouragement, and soft gasps of pleasure escaped him whenever Kusuriyuri moved to a place especially sensitive. His back pressed against the rough bark of the tree while his hands wandered over Kusuriyuri's smooth skin. The wildness of it made him grin, and hi twined himself around Kusuriyuri to keep him close.

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Kusuriyuri looked at Kurama and caught sight of his grin. He returned it then laughed a little before kissing him again. He let his weight settle on Kurama while kissing him. he feel of skin on skin made him crave more, though. He pushed himself up. For the contact he wanted, he would have to lose contact first. He reached behind himself and guided Kurama's shaft into his body as he lowered himself.

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He lifted his hips obligingly, needing Kusuriyuri more than just wanting him. He bit his lip to stifle a cry when he entered - the energy did more than just heighten the pleasure. He whispered old words again, pressing his lips to Kusuriyuri's ear so only he could hear, rocking his hips slowly to bring Kusuriyuri close.

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Kusuriyuri wrapped his arms around Kurama, clinging as he struggled to breathe around moans of pleasure, laughs of joy, whispers of love in return. His hands massaged Kurama's shoulders and then up into his hair, seeking out the ears he knew were so sensitive.

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Kurama butted his head against Kusuriyuri's hands, still aware of himself enough to dictate that much. Everything else, he let the energy and his body take over, seeking out every little bit of pleasure he could give and gain.

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Somehow, Kusuriyuri found Kurama's mouth and kissed him, completing the flow of energy through his body, giving it a full path, making it that much stronger. He could feel it coursing through Kurama's body, through his. It moved him in a rhythm more primal than anything, more pleasurable than anything, intensifying the flow of energy until it sang around them.

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Everything was bright, blinding color and light, pleasure and warmth to spite the chill that was in the air just beyond them. Kurama groaned into Kusuriyuri's mouth, thrusting into him even as he tried and failed to hold back and prolong the feeling, much like the storm they had witnessed.

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Kusuriyuri threw his head back, a sound between a laugh and howl rising from his throat as the energy reached a frantic peak and then snapped. He collapsed, boneless in Kurama's arms, struggling to remember how to breathe, his body trembling. When he had enough breath, he whispered Kurama's true name again, turning his head to press his eyes into Kurama's neck.

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The light faded from blinding to little points of brightness, and he shuddered through pleasure and exhaustion. Still intoxicated, now with weariness and satisfaction, Kurama relaxed, stroking Kusuriyuri's hair and tracing his fingers over the golden markings that covered his body.

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Kusuriyuri sighed, contented, complete. When he could move again, he slid his fingers up so he could caress Kurama's ears again. "So much life," he panted. "So much energy. So much love." He kissed Kurama's neck gently.

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Kurama made a noise that could have been his version of a purr, grinning again.
"It grows, lover," his hands lifted Kusuriyuri's chin so he could look him in the eyes. "It grows well and strong."

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An answering grin curved Kusuriyuri's lips. "That is so," he answered before laughing again. "It is good," he sighed, the smile still on his lips and in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Kurama. "Much more than I could have asked for," he whispered.

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"I'll keep your hands full," he chuckled, tracing the designs underneath Kusuriyuri's eyes. The energy had settled down to a gentle hum between them, and the branches of the Mother Tree around them shielded the wind and the chill, taking any urgency to leave for home and setting it well away.

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"And I shall keep yours full, as well," Kusuriyuri more hummed than said. His own hands were tracing Kurama's shoulders and chest, his eyes closing as Kurama traced his markings. He still felt intoxicated, but it was settling into a consuming warmth, a need for gentle touches, slow exploration.

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"Mm, I look forward to it." he traced the markings down Kusuriyuri's face, neck, and arms, bringing up his hands so he could kiss where the patterns ended on Kusuriyuri's knuckles. "You wouldn't, you know, want to curl up in a cozy dark room and hibernate with me all winter, would you?" He grinned, half joking.

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Kusuriyuri leaned forward, his head coming to rest on Kurama's shoulder. "At night, that would be most pleasant. During the day, however, I still have duties to attend to, Kurama," he sighed. He thought a moment and then sat back up. "Shirogitsune wishes this one to share quarters with him?" he asked, surprised, though he didn't know why.

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"I prefer being near you than away," though he had meant it as a little joke - foxes don't hibernate - the sentiment was the same. Kusuriyuri's surprised made him grin, though. "Of course I would want to share with you, if it meant not having to compromise your work."