Further Exploration of Chocolates (Closed: Yukimura, Kuronue) NSFW

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Sitting on his bed, his legs crossed beneath him, Kuronue had a box of chocolates in one hand, and a good few bottles of alcohol spread around him. Some were empty, some were full. He'd repaired the damage to his room from Akabane's visit a while back himself, not wanting the house elves to be bothered by it.

He picked up a chocolate, examined it, sniffed it, put it in the 'maybe' pile. He picked up another, sniffed it, threw it over his shoulder.

He'd discovered that the anti-aphrodisiacs Mello had given him had a different...feel about them. The chocolate was also lesser in quality, less coco in them. Trial and error had never been so mind numbingly boring. Hence the alcohol.

With the 'maybes' however, there were still possibilities. He had gender switches and aphrodisiacs left. The aphrodisiacs were, without a doubt, painful for Yukimura last time. He was only human, after all. They had made a plan, beforehand, on what to do if Kuronue had one. He'd be gone, there would be nothing but need, and it would be dangerous.

So Kuronue made preparations while he waited for himself to sober up after weeding out all the bad chocolates.

The new bed had built in restraints, the wood of the bed frame itself had been magically strengthened, as had the restraints he'd fitted to it. They would be to him like they would be to a human. It bothered him, a little, having something so strong and dangerous to his own health so close to potential enemies. He had to get over his reservations about them at some point though, and he wanted it.

He cleared away the empty bottles. Wrote a letter, which he left on the table by his door. Placed a key on top. Then he sat up against the headboard, took the restraint to his right and fixed himself into it. His lock pick set was on the table as well, and he was dressed in a yukata, determined to keep himself there and not rush out and rape the first thing that crossed his path if the aphrodisiacs took him that far. If he did get one, at least.

Yukimura, the letter on the table read.

I wrote this before I put myself on the bed. When I was sober. Sound in mind and whatever.

I have reservations about whether I'll be able to control myself under the influence of a chocolate. So this is your permission to do with me what you will, no matter what I say. If you need someone to come in and help, you can. I expect it, actually. I don't mind who you bring; if its more than one; if you choose to take care of me yourself. If you need to knock me out, you can. I'll leave unforeseen circumstances to your discretion. You know me well.

This is the key to my restraints, keep it away from me. They lock without the key. They'll hold me, I've modified them. You know where the toys are, there's also a pair of restraints in there, labelled for your convenience, that you can use if we need to move.

I trust you. I love you.

His name was signed at the bottom.

He looked to Miyako, who was waiting, second letter in claws. "Off you go," he said, and he watched her flutter off before he picked up one of the better smelling chocolates. He ate the chocolate, wondering whether it was a gender switch or an aphrodisiac. He both hoped and dreaded the latter, but, either way, it would be fun. 

Yukimura,

Come see me?

It's kind of urgent, since I'm rather stuck at the moment. In my room.

Eat something before you come.
 
Kuronue

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Yukimura had been outside practicing when the bat found him. He thanked Miyako for the note, watching as she hovered near by. He read it a few times, frowning slightly before looking at the bat. "What has he done?" he asked her, not expecting a response he could understand. She chittered at him. "I will come. I will eat at the Great Hall quickly and be there," he replied, not sure how much she would understand of his speech. She flew off as he started toward the castle, his step quick.

In the Great Hall, a house elf brought him a sandwich and some of what they called pumpkin juice. It was a strange drink but he wasn't in a mind to argue with it about sake. What had Kuronue done? Why was it urgent and yet he had to eat first? He remembered the chocolates, but he didn't think Kuronue would be foolish enough...

Yes, his lover would be foolish enough if he thought he could outsmart Mello. He didn't quite understand the dynamic between those two. They seemed to dislike each other on the surface and yet they went out of their way to annoy each other. On Kuronue's side, he could put it down to frustrated lust. He hadn't decided why Mello continued to seek out Kuronue, though. Perhaps it was the same thing that caused the boy to be fascinated with explosives, the same potential for danger.

His mind wandered somewhat along these lines while he ate. In short order, he had finished and was on his way to Kuronue's room. Out of respect, he tapped on the door, waiting for a response before entering.

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Miyako parroted the human sounds to him, even the 'what has he done', which would have amused him more if he wasn't so hot and bothered already. He sent her away. Waited.

He looked up at the knock, gave an eager little mewl and smiled. "You can come in, Yuki." He knew, instinctively who it was. It made his breathing speed up, made him pant.

He wasn't doing so well, he couldn't stop fidgeting, and at the moment was rather preoccupied with the feel of the yukata against his skin. His arm, up above his head, was secured to a length of cord, connected to the cord was the thick padded leather cuffs. He was trying to be good, to not touch himself with his free hand until he couldn't take it.

"The table," he said, as soon as the door was open enough for Kuronue to see that it was indeed Yukimura. "Read it."

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A mere glance would have told Yukimura what Kuronue had done as he entered the room. His eyes remained on his lover until the door was closed. "You have," he murmured, amusement in his voice as he closed the door. He moved over to the table Kuronue indicated and read the note. He looked over at Kuronue, a soft smile on his lips. "I will do for you what I can before I call anyone," he promised, laying the paper back down on the table. He crossed over to his lover. His finger traced the restraint as he sat on the bed. "How bad is it?" he asked, looking into Kuronue's face.

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"Going from the timings of your reactions, I'm progressing at about twice as fast," he panted, curling around Yukimura and leaning up to rub his cheek along what Yukimura's skin. He looked up to him, slowly, his eyes drifting from favourite place to favourite place. "I'm not frustrated yet, but you're here now."

And too far away. He leaned up further, his arm twisting a little painfully, and rubbed his cheek along Yukimura's shoulder, buried his face in his neck, breathed in his scent. His teeth ached. Everything about him said his. Then why was he hesitating? He mewled.

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Yukimura caressed Kuronue's cheek. "Then, let us not make you suffer yet," he murmured, leaning closer to Kuronue's mouth, brushing his lips against his lover's. He shifted, easing Kuronue down, covering his lover's body with his own, taking his time as they did. If he was going to endure as long as possible, he would need to draw everything out as long as Kuronue could stand it, using every resource at his disposal. He didn't terribly mind sharing his lover normally, but just then, he really didn't want to.

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"Good," he crooned. He understood what Yukimura was doing, even if it was clouding over rather quickly. Rational thought wouldn't last too long.

Hungrily, he made that kiss more than a mere brush of the lips, let himself be urged down. He barely kept from purring at Yukimura's weight over him, couln't keep from writhing under him. He reached up to Yukimura's cheek, slid his hand into his hair, kept him there.

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Yukimura obligingly deepened the kiss, his hand caressing along Kuronue's arm. In his mind, the word 'mine' echoed. Something about this needy Kuronue made him not want to share. He let his weight settle on Kuronue's body, not writhing back, just giving Kuronue something to move against for the moment. "Love you," he whispered in the space between kisses.

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He moaned his agreement, the sound wavering a little as Yukimura remained. He parted his legs, wrapped them around Yukimura, but they didn't stay long. Constantly moving, he nipped lightly at Yukimura's lips, massaged his scalp. "Love," he breathed, arching his back. They were wearing far too much. "Love you..."

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Yukimura hummed softly in reply, easing his kisses slowly to Kuronue's cheek. He took his time, exploring Kuronue's face with his lips, his focus on prolonging this as long as possible, until Kuronue's need was so strong that it would take very little to push him over. The more he did that, the longer his own body would last, the longer he could put off having help. "My precious little bat," he whispered as his lips traced Kuronue's jaw.

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He tipped his head back, making a small needy sound. His bound hand fisted and relaxed, repeated the process. Fighting the hex was...manageable. Difficult, however. "Yes," he moaned. "Yes, yes."

Something...burned within. The hex, maybe. Yukimura stoked it, made it burn higher. His head rolled to the side, his hand moving down Yukimura's nape, clutching at his clothes.

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It could be called an instinct that drew Yukimura's lips to the mark he'd left on Kuronue's neck. He traced it lightly with his lips, memorizing the feel of it under his lips, the way it felt just slightly different from anywhere else on his lover's body.

He wrapped his hand around Kuronue's forearm to keep his lover from pushing him before he was ready. He knew, intimately, that Kuronue wanted to feel skin against skin. He also knew what Kuronue would beg for when his skin was bare. For now, he would make his lover suffer just a little longer.

With his tongue, he traced the mark a little more firmly, still taking his time, before teasing it with his teeth.

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He keened, bucking up into Yukimura, baring his neck as much as he could. He pressed up into him, his eyes open enough to see and yet not see anything at all. "Yuki, more," he breathed, tone turning high and needy. "Ah, bite, please bite..." He could come just from that, maybe. He thought he was hot enough to be able to, and yet there was also something...holding him back. He whimpered.

He fisted his hand in Yukimura's clothes, released, clenched, following the same rhythm as his other hand as he fought to not shove Yukimura's head down into his neck, force him to bite.

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"Mine," slipped out Yukimura's lips as he shifted to grant Kuronue's plea. He opened his mouth, pulling back his lips, and bit Kuronue's mark, holding on as tightly as he could.

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Oh god. Oh godohgod.

A scream tore from him, his eyes rolled back. He was sure it was only so hot to him now because of the whole mating instinct thing. Before, he would have killed anyone who dared do so to him. But now, with Yukimura, it had somehow worked its way to the top of his kink list. Like this, it made it all the more hot.

He did come, and that surprised him for about as long as it took him to realise that nothing had eased inside. He panted, closed his eyes, opened them, blinked a few more times, and then returned to squirming again, tugging at Yukimura's clothes.

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"Beautiful," Yukimura murmured, brushing his lips over Kuronue's mark. He traced kisses along Kuronue's collar bones. He licked along Kuronue's throat when he reached the hollow between the collarbones and continued to the other side. "Lovely," he purred, his hands moving to the tie on Kuronue's yukata, tracing it with his fingers while his lips moved along Kuronue's neck.

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"Nhh," was all he could manage for the moment, until he pulled himself together some. He tugged more insistently at Yukimura's clothes, then had a panicky moment where he couldn't decide if he wanted Yukimura or himself naked first.

The hand above his head jerked, pulled at the cord attached to the cuff, that of which was made from thick steel cable. It held, and Kuronue made a frustrated sound, resigned himself to reaching between them both to help Yukimura. "Faster," he mewled, tilting his head to give Yukimura more room.

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Yukimura nipped on Kuronue's ear. "I will go at my pace," he said, his voice soft, laced with both amusement and an order. "You are mine to do with as I please and I will put your other arm in the restraint if I need to," he added. He slowly worked the knot in the obi around to where he could reach it. "You will enjoy this more if I do as I please," he promised, his fingers slowly unknotting the tie.

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Kuronue whimpered. His words made him shiver and press his head back into the pillow beneath his head as he arched. He wanted so much, but Yukimura was never wrong. "But--" he couldn't help but protest, "I want, so much..."

He twisted his arm though, pulling at Yukimura's clothes, his fingers uncoordinated and clumsy. "Please..."

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"I know," Yukimura murmured softly, more consoling than sensual. "Believe me, love, I know." He brushed his lips along Kuronue's cheek back to his mouth. "I will give to you, but in my time. It will be better that way." He kissed Kuronue, making the simple gesture as sensual, as deep as he could while his fingers continued to work his obi loose.

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For you or for me? he thought, but pushed it away quickly.

He concentrated on the kiss instead, focusing on that. It became his world, the kiss which he tried to keep slow to match Yukimura's calmness. His restrained hand started to strain against the taught cable and the other rose to Yukimura's shoulders to push his clothes off without his permission. Rocking up into Yukimura, he was desperate for more contact, more skin. More anything. They were stagnating, covering the same ground.

He used his nails to puncture the material of Yukimura's clothes, wanting to tear it off if he couldn't work it off.

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Yukimura ignored the damage to his clothes. It could be repaired later. For now, he focused on pulling Kuronue's obi away from his body, on enjoying the kiss as long as Kuronue would let him. When he felt his lover's impatience grow too great, he moved down, kissing along Kuronue's throat, pushing open his yukata. "Trust me," he purred, his hands sliding along Kuronue's sides as his lips started at his collarbones, tracing over each exposed bit of skin.

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Yukimura's hands running down his sides made him moan, his kisses down his throat and collarbones made him shiver. "I trust you," he said, his eyes falling closed. "I trust you..."

But he still tore at Yukimura's clothes, gave a happy groan when he could slide his hand from Yukimura's nape down his spine to his shoulder blades without too much obstruction. He needed his other hand though, it was a hindrance not having it, not being able to roll them over and take over.

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Yukimura nuzzled Kuronue's chest and kissed him again. "Then believe I will give you what you need, my love." He took his time, exploring Kuronue's chest, lingering on those spots that drew out the most noises. His goal slowly became obvious, though it should have been obvious when he began. He neglected nothing on his way down, though.

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"Just impatient," he reasoned, panting, trying to keep his speech as Yukimura travelled further and further down and his destination stuck him in a sudden moment of utter clarity. He groaned loudly in anticipation, ripped at Yukimura's sleeve until the seams gave way and tore. He arched up, pressing into those kisses, his cock hard and needy and he suffering for it. "Please," he moaned, and again when Yukimura abused one of those spots.

He gripped at his shoulder, whimpering. "Please..."

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At least he wasn't wearing a pretty kimono, just regular, every day garb. He wanted to exploit every place on his lover's body, to draw out everything as much as possible, to make him endure as much as he could, knowing that it wouldn't be enough and the longer he drew out the foreplay, the longer his body would last.

"Please what?" he asked. "And do not push me. Push me and I will restrain your arm and start again."