The Habits of Lovers (Closed RP, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, probably NSFW)

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"Now, if you've been mournful with me, your poor lover must have dealt with worse."

That was the thing about Yukimura... he always knew just the right thing to say to get Kurama thinking. He wasn't wrong, either. Kusuriyuri had seen Kurama break down completely, and had endured the melancholy with extreme patience. It hadn't yet occurred to Kurama that a very heartfelt thank-you was in order, but he realized the opportunity was knocking for what he hoped would be a rather spectacular appreciation.

When he'd snuck off to Japan with Mello and Matt, he'd bought yards of fabric; beautiful, high-quality stuff made just for kimono. He'd bought them with Kusuriyuri in mind, remembering the damage done to his "work clothes" after the first encounter with Karasu. While repairs had been made to the original outer kimono, Kurama had thought to surprise his lover with a second. He'd secretly put his considerable skills at sewing (being able to make and repair your own clothing was an invaluable tool, he always thought) to work, he'd worked out the second outer kimono in the style of the first, though embroidered with the patterns of wind and water and silvery falling leaves than the color cacophony of the first.

He folded the garment carefully and wrapped it in tissue paper, then setting off to find Kusuriyuri and present him with the gift.

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A moan turned into a needy, indulgent whimper. Once Kusuriyuri had gotten over his initial reluctance, he became an expert, finding every single trigger and biting just right. Even being wrapped around the medicine seller's little finger on a normal basis was nothing compared to this... Kurama was putty in his hands.

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Kusuriyuri considered his options. He could turn them both over and continue working down Kurama's body or he could encourage Kurama to move, removing their clothing so that they could continue. He allowed both options to float along the lines of energy between them, not really quite sure Kurama would be able to form an answer as he continued nibbling on the kitsune's neck.

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"Oh, koi," he groaned, shaking his head slightly. How could he be expected to make a decision when his brain was on the moon somewhere? "I don't..." another groan and his arms gave, the momentum making him slide against Kusuriyuri, grabbing and clinging on. He turned his head and returned a bite of his own to Kusuriyuri's neck, still unable to decide how to continue, and far from caring as long as they were touching.

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Kusuriyuri was tempted to let Kurama have his way, to reciprocate, but there was also a need to render the kitsune speechless. He moaned softly at Kurama's bite even as he pushed to turn them over. It is not enough, he sent, though exactly what he was referring to, biting Kurama or that Kurama could still speak, was vague. Once Kurama was on his back, Kusuriyuri started with his neck again, revisiting each place that excited Kurama the most before continuing down to his shoulders and chest.

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Kurama moaned, arching his back and offering himself to Kusuriyuri completely. His hands wandered to Kusuriyuri's hips, half to have something to hold and half to continue the strip, though focusing on anything but those teeth in his skin was a feat bordering on the impossible.

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Kusuriyuri continued to explore, hands tracing lines of energy, teeth, tongue, lips seeking out every sensitive place on Kurama's body as he did. His hands found the fabric of Kurama's pants and found it offensive. He worked the button and zipper open. But, then his hands were far too tempted by the heated flesh under the zipper to continue to do anything that didn't involve stroking that flesh.

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He lifted his hips, moving to encourage more attention from Kusuriyuri's hands, but only compromised the kisses and the lovely, lovely bites. His fingers dug into the soft flesh under his hands, pulling Kusuriyuri down closer. He relaxed his grip again and moved his hands down underneath Kusuriyuri's pants, shoving the fabric away as far as he could reach.

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The exposure of his own skin sharpened the hunger that rode him. He moved enough to pull Kurama's pants off and shove his the rest of the way off. Want, need, desire, hunger were all too much for him. He lifted Kurama's legs around his waist and took, sliding into his lover's body as his hands found where they had been and then his mouth found where it had left off. The fulfillment of one want, though, only increased the rest.

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Kurama cried out and his head rolled back, following the curve of his spine as pleasure shot right through him in a hot, unexpected arc. He shuddered and moved his hips with Kusuriyuri, matching every thrust and motion. His mouth worked again, but speech had somehow stopped being an available ability, leaving him to moan his pleasure and send half-dazed emotion along their link.

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The sounds Kurama made, the emotions that filled and overflowed him served to heighten Kusuriyuri's need for his lover. He tried to move so that their bodies could somehow be closer, though how they could be closer defied him. He continued to bite, unconsciously harder than he had been, still not quite breaking the skin, though.

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He wanted to beg for more, loudly and persistently with all of his pleasure in his voice, but the only problem with that plan was his voice had become now totally useless. All he could manage were gasps of pleasure between fevered gasps of breath, coupled with the way he clung and writhed whenever Kusuriyuri found a tender spot.

He reciprocated the best he knew how, rolling his hips, sliding, clenching and moving with Kusuriyuri to try and give his lover the same pleasure. And, with the enthusiastic way Kusuriyuri was going about the business, he was sure that his answering motions did not go unnoticed. It was perfect.

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Hunger, need, want, pleasure, desire, everything spiraled tighter and tighter. His teeth found a spot which caused Kurama to writhe in an especially enticing way, tightening just enough to snap what minute control Kusuriyuri still had. He gave himself over to pleasure, his teeth piercing Kurama's skin as he did, the rich warmth of blood somehow adding to his pleasure.

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There was no amount of self-control in this or any other world to keep him from coming hard once Kusuriyuri's teeth broke skin. Not only was the feeling oh, so good, but it was the last barrier of trust to be let down. No one marked him unless he allowed it or was forced, and in this case, he wanted it, even if it would heal and fade over time, it was the mark of his lover, and so wonderfully pleasing. His body shuddered but he still clung, riding the wave of pleasure to Kusuriyuri, wanting to pull him in, too.

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It was a long moment before the pleasure that was riding Kusuriyuri and what he felt from Kurama subsided enough to allow him to actually become aware of what he was doing, aware that the warmth he was tasting was blood. Were it not for the degree of pleasure he could feel radiating off of Kurama, he would have apologized. "Itoshii," he murmured softly.

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He was only able to manage a content hum in response, basking in the wonderful aftermath, sprawled on the floor and tangled up with Kusuriyuri. In his opinion, there was no better way to be. Even the sharp pain of the bite was a pleasurable ache.

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Kusuriyuri let his head rest on Kurama's chest again. He'd never felt the kitsune so content, so pleased, so fulfilled. He sighed, closing his eyes and just drifted on the energy that coursed between them.

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It took a little while, but Kurama finally managed to move a hand enough to find Kusuriyuri's hair, tangling it around his fingers. "I should start sewing pretty things for you full-time," he chuckled, moving one finger to caress Kusuriyuri's cheek.

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"This one should apologize for his boldness," Kusuriyuri began, leaning into the touch. "However, it would seem that Itoshii desires such?"

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"Mm, no. You should apologize," Kurama said, unable to keep the little smile from his face or the amusement from his voice. "I am quite displeased at being made to feel so loved and pleasurable, as you can tell. This will Not Do." He traced the fingers of his free hand down Kusuriyuri's spine, his smile widening. "You know how much I dislike pleasure of any kind."

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"Baka na kitsune," Kusuriyuri murmured, reaching up to tap Kurama on the nose. He shifted a little and then slid up Kurama's body so that he could hover over as Kurama often, did, nose to nose. "This one apologizes most sincerely for forcing pleasure upon your person," he said most formally and solemnly. "He cannot expect for forgiveness, yet he asks."

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"Well, you certainly make a pretty apology," Kurama replied, thoughtful. His hands both slid down to Kusuriyuri's backside, resting there easily. "However, such a heavy crime cannot go unpunished." He grinned, lusty and mischievous, before tilting his chin to catch a quick kiss. "So that it doesn't happen again, naturally."

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Kusuriyuri returned the kiss eagerly, hoping to prolong it. With a show of reluctance, he nodded. "That is so. Then, I am at your mercy."

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"It will be quite difficult for you, I'm sure. But you mustn't continue to beg so for mercy. You know I have the most evil of hearts." Kurama smiled and stroked Kusuriyuri's skin softly, with only gentleness in his hands. He moved his legs to trade places with Kusuriyuri, drawing his lover to straddle him instead. "And I won't stop until my bruised pride is satisfied," he promised, sealing that with another, deeper kiss.

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Kusuriyuri willingly parted his legs, bringing them to the ground beside Kurama's waist. "I will endeavor to endure," he whispered, breaking their kiss just enough for the words of their play before surrendering himself completely to Kurama's touch.

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Kurama hummed a response, but didn't bother to pull away, instead falling easily into the kiss and running his hands down the length of Kusuriyuri's legs. He moved only slightly, but it was enough to excite the skin, to bring back that heat.