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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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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The bite caused Kusuriyuri's body to tighten. "Please," he whimpered again, the sound turning into a whining moan as Kurama moved into his body too slowly. He writhed, stretching his neck slightly, turning his head to make it easier for Kurama to reach his ear and neck.

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Kurama drew a sharp breath in through his teeth, but he didn't give in. He chuckled instead - though it was a little strained - grazing his teeth over the curve of Kusuriyuri's throat. "I nearly forgot, you like that too. Do you want another?"

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"Please," Kusuriyuri begged, the only word he could make himself say. He tightened his arms around Kurama, trying to bring him down, closer, to fulfill the need that hummed through his body and made his skin feel as though he were on fire.

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"Perhaps," he smirked back, stopping just short of being in completely, beginning to pull out again. It was terrible, how much more pleasure he knew they could be having if they weren't playing this torturous game. He ran careful fingers up Kusuriyuri's legs to is hips, circling his thumbs and forefingers around the hot flesh there, the rest of his fingers splayed over Kusuriyuri's stomach. He bit again, a tiny nip just under Kusuriyuri's jaw, and braced himself for the reaction.

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A keening whine of want filled Kusuriyuri's throat as he fought the desire to buck, to pull Kurama closer. His body trembled, the instinct to draw Kurama closer, to 'cheat' and let energy flow between them, the need for the game to continue, his love for Kurama all warring within him for dominance. "Please," he begged, his tone desperate.

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"Mm, getting closer," was Kurama's reply, though the noise from Kusuriyuri's throat almost made him break off the game. Hearing him moan like that, so needy and lustful, was like a drug, and denying those please was like denying the high he knew was there and wanted desperately. But, he held back, knowing it would be a much sweeter payoff with the anticipation.

The fingers of one hand curled around the base of Kusuriyuri's shaft. The other slid upwards, fingers dragging, to catch his chin. Kurama leaned forward, his mouth barely an inch from Kusuriyuri's, and smiled. "How much closer now?"

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"Ito...Itoshii," Kusuriyuri whimpered. "Please, please." He arched, his body trying to move into the hand around his shaft, to draw Kurama's body closer to his and to press his throat against Kurama's mouth all at the same time. "Please," he whined.

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Kurama moaned, something that could have been 'yes' or something like it, and thrust into Kusuriyuri, going in completely. The pleasure was hot and intense, and he focused just on moving a moment, before, sliding his hand along Kusuriyuri's shaft to mimic his thrusts and finally, the topping on the cake, biting down into Kusuriyuri's neck with a loud moan. his body ached and trembled and drove him on, and he was lost in pleasure, and glad to be so.

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The control Kusuriyuri had been using snapped when Kurama gave into pleasure. Energy flowed through his body, through his skin into Kurama's body. He moaned, the sound traveling through his chest, echoing through his head. Need and want and the promise of pleasure drove him to meet Kurama's thrusts.

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His whole body tensed, the shock of pleasure almost too much. He answered moan and increased his speed, driving their bodies towards fulfillment, clinging to Kusuriyuri and whispering breathless words of love.

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Kusuriyuri was beyond words of any kind. Everything pulsed and grew with each thrust of Kurama's body into his. He cried out, his hands curling, his nails digging into Kurama's back. He lost his connection to his body as he was pushed into more pleasure than he believed was possible, even after the time he'd been with Kurama. Everything buzzed with a hum of need and want, filling him with awareness that had nothing to do with skin and everything to do with truth.

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It was... shocking, soul-stopping. Everything was a confusion of pleasure and energy and simple goodness that filled him up and wrapped around him, around Kusuriyuri, everything. It was strange, too, being connected and unconnected at the same time. Strange and wonderful.

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When the world resolved around him again, it was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. It took longer for the feel of his skin, of Kurama's skin against his to make itself known. Everything was right, everything was as it should be. "I love you," he whispered.

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"Love you, too," Kurama murmured back, relaxing against him with a slow, heavy breath. He stroked Kusuriyuri's hair, shifting so that he could easily place a kiss on his cheek. "Every..." he sighed and smiled, "every bit of you."

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Kusuriyuri reached up to caress Kurama's cheek, his fingers sliding along until they wrapped around a lock of hair. He drew it forward and kissed it. "Kochira koso," he murmured. "Your weakness and your strength, all."

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He hummed, nuzzling against Kusuriyuri's cheek. "My foolishness," he added with a little smile. "I love your patience, how funny you are. How serious you can be."