When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

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((OOC: Channel should know I read what's said when I'm asleep.))

There were things about this school that were beyond Kusuriyuri's dreams. That he'd find ones so precious to him as Kurama and his students was still surprising to him, still enough to bring a secret smile to his lips.

There were things about this school that were beyond baffling. The tendency for friends, enemies, and otherwise to show up and vanish with little notice, for one.

The fact that his closet refused to give him anything but a short black dress this morning was another. No matter where he looked in their apartment, he could not find his kimono or even any of Kurama's clothes to charm to fit him. It was the only clothing, aside from a black headscarf, he could find.

Believing his closet to be as perverse as the rest of this school, he also figured he wouldn't find his normal clothing until he'd been properly humiliated by wearing what his closet offered.

Boukensha looked at him in askance, but insisted on riding on his shoulder as he went to the Great Hall on his way to his office to study. He hoped that there would be few about as he left, but was sure that there was some perversion in the school that would cause his hope to be rendered into naught.

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[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"For fun?" Kusuriyuri asked. "Though, when my love decides to, he is quite creative." He reached across and touched Kurama's hand lightly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"I am inspired by my love." He turned his hand so Kusuriyuri's fingers touched his palm. "And inspired to make you happy, if I may."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's free hand came up to caress Kurama's cheek. "And, yet, you try so hard to deny yourself," he said softly, drawing Kurama down. "Ore no baka."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"There was a time when I could truly deny myself. And then I met you," he laughed softly, setting down his cup and following Kusuriyuri's lead. "Of course, I can't resist playing around every so often. Are you irritated?"

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's fingers wandered into Kurama's hair. "No," he murmured. "My love is playful when he is happy. Why should I be irritated because he is happy?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama nuzzled Kusuriyuri's hands. "Sometimes I get a little too competitive," he said softly. "But I am never unhappy when I am with you. I love you."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"I love you, too," Kusuriyuri whispered and drew Kurama in for a kiss. "This time," he said after the light touch, "I shall lose."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Just this once," Kurama sighed back. That kiss, soft as it was, felt amazing. He wrapped Kusuriyuri in his arms, begging another, deeper kiss.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri held back a moment to look at Kurama a moment before returning and deepening the kiss. He let his hand caress Kurama's scalp, just enjoying the kiss, not deliberately raising any energy, only allowing that which was there, on the surface, to flow.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri smiled softly. "Does that make my love the moon?" he asked. "Is he taken or does he give himself over?" He caressed Kurama's cheek. Perhaps it was foolishness, but he loved Kurama's foolishness, the silly mannerisms, the compliments, the seeming addiction all made him feel that Kurama really did desire him, which made him desire Kurama that much more.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama thought about that a moment, unsure how to answer. "The moon draws the storm to be taken," he said finally, with an impish grin.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri asked, smiling softly. He caressed Kurama's face, tracing the lines of it before drawing him down for another kiss.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"It is so," he murmured. The tea was starting to make his skin hot (as if just being Kusuriyuri wasn't already enough) and his hands began to wander, tracing the seams of Kusuriyuri's kimono. "After all that work to get you into this, I can't wait to get you out of it again."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri smiled, tracing Kurama's lip. The tea was making him feel slightly giddy. "You are the one who insisted," he said softly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"True," he laughed, "and I won't take it back. But I like to see you naked just as much as I like to see you in beautiful clothes."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

The color that flooded Kusuriyuri's face could be blamed on the tea and might have been hidden by the night. "This one likes seeing his love happy," he said softly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"You see me happy all the time, don't you?" He laughed, kissing Kusuriyuri's cheeks. "At least, when I'm not being foolish."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri wrapped his arms around Kurama. "You are happy when you are foolish, are you not?" He nuzzled slightly, the effects of the tea were more difficult to deny when he was actually touching Kurama. "However, this one is pleased to be around his love."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"I love you," Kurama murmured again, pulling Kusuriyuri into a long, deep kiss. When his lungs gave, he pulled away, reluctant. "So much."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri moaned softly into their kiss. He moved to stradle Kurama's lap, adjusting the kimono as he did so he sat on Kurama's bare legs with nothing under him. "And I you," he murmured softly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Koibito," he purred. He ran his hands along Kusuriyuri's thighs with a soft, only slightly lecherous smile. "I'd forgotten how... accommodating kimono can be," he said. "I could get used to this."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri adjusted the obi slightly higher than they had been and slid as close to Kurama as he could. "It would be most pleasant," he said softly, kissing the skin of Kurama's chest and neck. "For my 'mutant' looks very well in them."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Your mutant only," he chuckled. He grabbed Kusuriyuri's backside, pulling him close, and mock-growled. "My mutant power for today is giving you as much pleasure as you desire."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri gasped at the touch and when their bodies came into more contact, though he continued to kiss what skin he could reach on Kurama. He turned his head slightly and nibbled Kurama's ear. "My love's tea is very effective," he teased softly.