Even without the aphrodisiac tea, and the teasing, kissing Kusuriyuri was sweet. Wonderful. The taste of him, the soft thrum of his energy (there, even when he wasn't using it) was all more that enough intoxication. The tea was for fun, like Kurama had said, but it wasn't nearly needed. Kusuriyuri was enough of an aphrodisiac for him alone.
"Koi," he murmured softly, breaking the kiss, "you are the storm."