Recovery (closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, likely NSFW)

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Hands charred, nasty gash on the chest, various wounds from fire and shrapnel littering his face and arms... Kurama certainly did not look like the epitome of health. He didn't feel like it either, but managed to not limp in view of anyone as he made his way to the rooms he and Kusuriyuri shared.

Even though he felt like he'd taken a stroll through the London Blitz, it wasn't his health he was concerned about. He could smell Kusuriyuri's blood thicker here, but he could also hear the cats, and Kusuriyuri speaking to them softly. With that small relief, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, sliding in and leaning against the door as it closed again with a little sigh.

"Koi," he said softly, keeping the rage at his old foe at bay until he could get the scope of the situation, "please tell me Karasu didn't actually blow your leg off."

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"I'm not myself when I don't pounce you in crazed lust, eh?" He laughed, laying more kisses on Kusuriyuri's skin. "Or is it that you're trying to tempt me?"

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Kusuriyuri chuckled a little. "It is rare you do not," he said. "If you are holding back for my sake, then do not. As long as you are gentle, and it is rare you are not, there is no need for concern." He brought his fingers up to caress Kurama's cheek. "You have said my presence is tempting enough. Shall I try to tempt you?" he teased solemnly.

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He grinned, rising up on his elbows to look his lover in the face. "I think that should be rephrased as 'shall I succeed in tempting you,' and I will not argue with it."

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That elicited a laugh from Kusuriyuri. "You have said my presence tempts you. I only need be here to tempt. But," he said, letting the words trail off while he focused on directing his energy along Kurama's skin, teasing those places he knew to be sensitive.

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Kurama shuddered. When Kusuriyuri put forth even the slightest bit of effort to be tempting, it was impossible to resist him.

He bent his head again, kissing the flesh just under Kusuriyuri's navel. He was more than wiling to reciprocate temptation.

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Kusuriyuri hummed softly, pleased. He knew Kurama needed the intimacy, the sensuality to heal. It bothered him a little that his lover hadn't come to him for the wound on his chest, but he also knew of his pride. He shifted, moving his legs a little, what he could without pain, opening himself to what Kurama needed and wanted. Ore no baka na itoshii, he sent along the energy still flowing between them, his tone full of fondness and the beginnings of pleasure.

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I know, he sent back, trailing his kisses lower, teasing. And I'm sorry. I'll not be an idiot like that again.

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You shall find a new way to be an idiot, Kusuriyuri teased, a soft moan in his physical voice. His hands moved to Kurama's ears, encouraging him with finger tips and nails.

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If you insist, he answered, moving to the sensitive place just where groin met thigh, the kiss now more tongue than lips.

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I do not insist; it is your nature, Kusuriyuri teased, moaning both physically and across that particular band of communication. His fingers caressed Kurama's scalp, to his neck and shoulders, encouraging him.

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He purred softly, running his tongue just around, but not quite on, Kusuriyuri's erection, savoring not only the taste but the feel of him. If asked, he wouldn't be able to say he'd ever get tired of doing this, listening to the way Kusuriyuri moaned and encouraged in that soft, demure way of his.

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Kusuriyuri was more than willing to encourage Kurama with his soft moans, his gentle touches. He rolled his hips slightly, almost embarrassed at the wantonness of the action, but he was almost more aware of Kurama's need for intimacy than his own restraint. "Itoshii," he murmured, soft, pleading, needy.

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Kurama couldn't ignore an invitation like that, and while any other time he might tease longer, now wasn't for teasing.

He traced his tongue along the underside of Kusu's erection, lingering at the tip before taking it slowly - very, he couldn't not tease a little - into his mouth.

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Kusuriyuri cried out, his voice a little louder than it had been. His hands slid back into Kurama's hair, not to encourage him, but to drag his nails along his lover's ears, knowing Kurama enjoyed that. He moaned, watching Kurama as his lover enjoyed his body, enjoyed himself.

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Kurama moaned, his back arched up in a tense curve, shivering in absolute delight. He drew Kusuriyuri in further, sighing around him as he relaxed again. Being touched like that... ah, it felt too good. It was all he could do to reciprocate.

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Pleased with the reaction he got, Kusuriyuri repeated the action, adding his energy to the touch, continuing to use just his nails on Kurama's ears. He made no effort to stop any of the sounds that filled his throat.

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He had to pull off this time, lest he choke and make an ass out of himself. He couldn't help it, the pure pleasure made him laugh, a little giddy. "Aah, Koi," he kissed the inside of Kusuriyuri's thigh. "That's almost too good."

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"Only almost?" Kusuriyuri asked, trying to tease, but his voice carried with it want for more. He managed not to whimper when Kurama pulled away, but only just barely.

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"Not too good to stop," he purred, running his tongue along the underside of Kusuriyuri's cock, pulling the tip into his mouth with a little moan.

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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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Kurama swallowed him in, groaning, clutching at Kusuriyuri's hips though his hands ached like fury. The hurt was a distant second to pleasure, though, and the extra niceness of listening to Kusuriyuri's 'voice' as he played.

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Kusuriyuri's hands moved to Kurama's, his energy still flowing through them, unfocused, though no where near as strong as it could be. Itoshii, he begged, though whether the word was verbal, he couldn't have said.

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Their fingers twined together, Kurama battled with the want to tease and the need to let Kusuriyuri come, to hear him moan in that wonderful way. Teasing lost and he moaned, mouth and throat working his lover to completion.

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Kusuriyuri gasped, his hips rocking into Kurama's mouth. He cried out, the sound becoming a choked moan. When Kurama was intent on his completion, it never took long. This time was no exception.

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He swallowed, making sure he'd taken everything before pulling away and pressing another kiss to Kusuriyuri's stomach, taking second to catch his breath.

He smiled softly. "Feel any better, Koibito?"