Kusuriyuri moaned, his fingers continuing to massage Kurama's ears. Don't stop, he begged. It didn't matter just then just what Kurama did as long as he didn't stop. Even the ache in his legs didn't matter, fading into the background. Kurama had that effect on him more often than not, reciprocation of his lover's need for him.
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Date: 2010-07-21 12:04 pm (UTC)