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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Pleased with the reactions he elicited and the ones Kurama elicited from him, Kusuriyuri moaned softly, continuing to seek out sensitive areas on Kurama's body, encouraging him to take what he needed.

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There was a difference in situations like these between the daydream idea of what they could be doing together and the absolute necessity of making daydream ideas reality.

Kurama turned again, so Kusuriyuri was under him, one finger hooking into the obi of his underkimono.

"I'd like to see more of you," he murmured, "so I can see where I need to kiss and make better, yes?"

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Kusuriyuri's expression was as solemn as he could make it with his face flushed from their kissing and touching thus far. "As Itoshii's hands are injured, this time, this one shall undo the obi," he teased. He worked the knot open and pulled the fabric out from under him, letting his kimono fall open as it willed.

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"Always so helpful," he chuckled, tracing bandaged fingers over Kusuriyuri's stomach. He couldn't stand the look of bruises and burns on his lover's skin, bending to kiss the ones he could see, wishing there really was a magical cure-all in the action.

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Kusuriyuri caressed Kurama's hair and ears, knowing his lover was upset, encouraging him to take what comfort he needed. "This one does attempt to be," he said, his voice soft. Very gently, he encouraged Kurama's energy to begin to dance with his, not as deeply or fully as they usually danced, but a sharing that would help them both.

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Kurama rested his cheek on Kusuriyuri's stomach, smiling up at him while energy swam quietly around them.
"You're so comfortable," he murmured, tracing abstract patterns on Kusuriyuri's skin.

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Kusuriyuri caressed Kurama's hair. "If this one did not know better, he would think Itoshii thought him a futon," he said, his voice soft and solemn. "This one is not able for more just now, energy wise, but a little is good, yes?"

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"You can't do that with a futon," he murmured, eyes closed, more focused on Kusuriyuri's fingers in his hair, and the skin under his hands. "Anything is good."

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Kusuriyuri continued to caress Kurama's hair, his ears. "Itoshii," he murmured softly. "Your hands? How do they feel?" he asked.

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"Trying not to think about them," he admitted, clenching one fist experimentally. The pain wasn't excruciating, but it wasn't pleasant, either. "To touch is good. More might be too much."

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"What is needed is offered," Kusuriyuri murmured, his fingers slipping down to Kurama's neck. "Anything Itoshii needs, it will be given," he murmured softly.

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"I just need you, Koi," Kurama murmured. He tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on Kusuriyuri's stomach, lingering maybe a little longer than was strictly chaste. "And knowing you're all right."

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"I will recover, Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured. "You need not restrain yourself for my sake, Itoshii. Anything you need," he murmured, his fingers stroking Kurama's shoulders. "I will be more at ease when you are more yourself."

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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.