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

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

((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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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.

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

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."

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

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.

"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."

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."

"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."

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.

"Just the tea, though, right?" Kurama laughed. He wriggled his hips playfully and drew the kimono away from Kusuriyuri's shoulders. "I'm glad I made it."

"The storm is enticed by the moon. Its spell is intoxicating, its light enchanting," Kusuriyuri murmured, his lips tracing along Kurama's jaw. "And, there are times, the storm is fully at his mercy."

"Is this one of those times?" Kurama purred, dragging his fingers down Kusuriyuri's chest. "The moon watches the storm and it makes him fall in love, over and over."

Kusuriyuri moved so that he could look into Kurama's eyes. "This is one of those times," he murmured. "I am fully yours," he whispered.

Slowly, intoxicated, he cupped Kusuriyuri's face in his hands, tracing the dark scarlet markings on his lover's face with his thumbs. Behind Kusuriyuri the barest sliver of moonlight filtered through the clouds and into the greenhouse. The light was thin, but beautiful none the less. "The moon favors you," he murmured softly, before pulling Kusuriyuri to another long, slow kiss.

To give himself over to the kiss was easy, natural even. Kusuriyuri's hands slipped into Kurama's hair and he massaged his scalp, the energy of their passion slowly stirring and flowing through his body, through his fingers. He moaned softly, that energy, the kiss, the tea all conspiring to rob him of control, of restraint. He rocked his hips into Kurama's as he deepened their kiss.

Kurama shivered under Kusuriyuri's hands, feeling that buildup of heat and energy under his skin, arching up to touch more. He pressed against Kusuriyuri, wanting him, wanting to follow the energy and the aphrodisiac and just... wanting. Loving. He murmured Kusuriyuri's name into their kiss, soft and gentle.

Kusuriyuri felt the build up of energy around, swirling, a spring storm, gentle, life-giving, different from the storms of autumn, yet just as powerful. Words became too difficult for him to vocalize, so along the flowing energy, he sent his love, his desire, letting the words find themselves.

He pushed, moving into Kusuriyuri with a tight, hot moan, his fingers digging into skin, his mind to hot to send anything more coherent than basic emotions - love, need, love again - latching onto the energy and bringing it into himself, moving it out again to Kusuriyuri in a wild circuit.

Kusuriyuri moved so that Kurama was within him, his legs wrapped tight under the kimono. He clung, moving in the rhythm the energy and aphrodisiac dictated. The circut flowed through them, through his body, between them where his skin touched Kurama's and back again. Moans, whimpers, groans of need and pleasure filled the spaces between kisses.

That light in his eyes again, the brightness was still more than he could take for very long. Instead he kept his eyes closed, seeing Kusuriyuri instead with touch, and wanting to touch every bit of him. The fledgling storm outside continued to grow, and he imagined the moon was now completely overtaken, it's light cushioned by the clouds and the darkness.

Does it matter? He thought, unbidden. I am nothing without you, not the moon, not the storm. You make me.

It is the same, Kusuriyuri thought. We have changed for each other, and yet, he paused, though the energy continued to flow strongly, moving their bodies to its demands, we are more ourselves. The tone conveyed puzzlement and awe.

It really is strange... Kurama buried his face in Kusuriyuri's neck, breathing in the scent of him, kissing the thrumming pulse of energy there. It was strong enough to make him open his eyes again in surprise, before closing them again and laughing. "You're so bright."

Kusuriyuri laughed in surprise. He had no answer as to why, though. When they were together, their mingled energy didn't function the same way he was used to. That it could call it other form surprised him still. Saa na, he sent along the lines of energy.

Unable to think of a coherent response, Kurama just smiled and held Kusuriyuri tight, letting pleasure move him. It was comforting, to be connected and so comfortable this way. Beautiful.

That is so, Kusuriyuri returned the compliment. He nuzzled into Kurama's neck, kissing, tasting, loving, holding as he was held.

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