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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"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."

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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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A shiver, a jolt, he tensed and the pleasure heightened almost to peak for a moment, making him moan and cling to Kusuriyuri tighter. His skin felt wonderfully overheated, his thoughts quite muddled, all focused on Kusuriyuri.

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Kusuriyuri worked his hands into Kurama's kimono as his lips, tongue, and even teeth lightly worked Kurama's neck. Completion was so close, shimmering through him on the energy that flowed through them both. He wanted it and wanted this to last longer.

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Kurama's fingers knotted into the back of Kusuriyuri's kimono, holding him close and tight. He began to pick up speed, riding that second, closer wave of pleasure towards completion, murmuring half-coherent encouragement, kissing wherever he could reach.

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Kusuriyuri's entire body tensed, his head going back, a sound between a whimper and a howl rising from his throat as his body turned itself inside out with pleasure. He clung to Kurama, encouraging his lover to continue, to feel the same pleasure.

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Kurama felt himself pushed, pulled, completely taken and he shuddered, moaning into Kusuriyuri's skin as he came, tense and hot and then suddenly so very relaxed. He moaned again, softer, feeling the wash of pleasure fall over them both, his heart still hammering away.

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Kusuriyuri clung to Kurama, his limbs trembling, weak in Kurama's arms. His entire body hummed with pleasure. He rested his head against Kurama's shoulder. He could hear the pounding of Kurama's heart and loved it. He could feel the heat of Kurama's skin and loved it. He could feel Kurama and loved him.

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It took a moment for him to catch his breath again, and when he did, Kurama began to laugh softly. He brushed damp hair away from Kusuriyuri's forehead for a kiss, still chuckling to himself.

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Kusuriyuri felt himself chuckling as well. "What amuses?" he asked, not moving away from Kurama's shoulder.

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"Nothing, really. I'm just happy." He wriggled a bit to turn so he faced Kusuriyuri, making the hammock rock gently back and forth. The flowers twining up the vines that held them up were pointed towards the sky and the storm. "You know, I bet I could open up the ceiling a bit." It wouldn't be difficult to get a few vines to move the glass panes to the side. "Invite the storm in. Feel the rain a little."

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Kusuriyuri hummed. "That would be pleasant, to be a part of the storm and to be warm with you."