Itoshii, Kusuriyuri whined, a plea, a warning, needy, as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted, needed Kurama, but to stop, to let go, to even think of getting more, was almost impossible to consider. If Kurama would be content to continue until they both came that way, so would he have, especially knowing that his lover was not likely to be content with just once, especially since he was feeling better.