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

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"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.

Comments

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

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.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

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.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

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

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"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."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"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."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"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."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

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."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"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.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

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.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

And, this one believed you satisfied, Kusuriyuri teased gently as he moaned at the heat that filled the room, rising from where his skin was touched by Kurama's.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

I wanted to be sure you were as well, he replied, sliding his hips up a little quicker, feeding the heat recklessly, enjoying the way Kusuriyuri moaned into their kiss.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it is that Itoshii is insatiable, Kusuriyuri suggested. He reached behind him and guided Kurama's flesh to where they both wanted it. The sensation cause him to arch away from the kiss, groaning in pleasure, his eyes half-closed, looking at Kurama.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama hummed again in pleasure, moving his hands to cup Kusuriyuri's face. That expression, the way a slight smear of Kurama's own blood mingled with the permanent smirk painted on Kusuriyuri's mouth, was almost as intoxicating as actually being inside of him.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

It was a moment before Kusuriyuri could form words. It seems this one has moved out of turn and needs punished again, he sent along with the desire for Kurama to take him with abandon.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

He lifted an eyebrow, his hands returning to Kusuriyuri's thighs. Then he flipped over, pinning Kusuriyuri beneath him with a nearly feral grin. "Very bad," he purred softly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were doing it on purpose."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

A thick groan of pleasure filled his throat at their change in positions and Kusuriyuri wrapped his legs around Kurama's body. "On purpose?" he managed to gasp. "This one, his body acts before he thinks," Kusuriyuri protested as his hips rocked into Kurama's.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Then, perhaps the punishment should serve as training," Kurama murmured, thrusting hard - but not too hard - into Kusuriyuri. He groaned in pleasure, the groan fading to a soft hum. He leaned forward, breaking character long enough to whisper into Kusuriyuri's ear. "Only if you want to."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"This one would not have begun if he did not desire," Kusuriyuri managed around the groans that wanted to fill his throat. He reached up for Kurama's face. "This one's body is in need of training," he panted, his hips rocking into Kurama, encouraging more.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Then I," he had to speak between gasps, slowing his motion almost to a stop, "will train you." He began to pull out slowly, almost painful in that he was pulling away instead of trying to become closer. He gathered his self-control, though, falling with a little effort into the persona of 'trainer.' This would be a fun, new game, and no matter if they never did it again or made it regular to their routine, it would still end with both of their pleasure one way or another.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri whimpered in want. He tried to cling to Kurama, wanting more, trying to draw him back. "Please," he whispered. Part of the game was to try and convince Kurama to give him what they both wanted sooner than Kurama's 'role' would permit it.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

That was the problem with Kusuriyuri; just one look or word made Kurama melt. He had to fight to stay 'in character.' But, he managed, reminding himself just how nice it would be to play the game longer than usual. He leaned forward, leaving a gentle but firm bite on Kusuriyuri's ear. "You can beg," he allowed, "but don't expect it to get you anything so quickly." he was almost completely out now, so he stopped and reversed motion, moving into Kusuriyuri with a slowness that was as agonizing as it was pleasurable.