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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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?"

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Kusuriyuri opened his eyes, unsure when they'd closed. He returned Kurama's smile. "Hmmm," he murmured. "And Itoshii?" he asked, his voice still needy.

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Kurama hummed in return, the noise dissolving into a chuckle. "Much."

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Kusuriyuri reached up to touch Kurama's cheek. "Is that all that Itoshii desires?" he asked, his fingers tracing Kurama's cheekbone and his jaw.

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"Surprisingly," he admitted, moving up so he was within easier reach, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do than this." It still hurt too much to move the amount that would be required, anyway.

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Kusuriyuri blinked. "Truly?" he asked. "Itoshii desires no more? He who is insatiable is satisfied?" He laid his hand on Kurama's cheek, then his forehead. "Should this one see about more medicine?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

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Kurama snickered, nuzzling into Kusuriyuri's hand. "Is it so wrong that I don't want to risk that gash reopening? Unless you like making love in pools of blood, in which case I wish you'd mentioned things like that earlier."

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Kusuriyuri shook his head. "No," he said, his hand moving to Kurama's arm, encouraging his lover to lay next to him as he shifted to sit. His feet throbbed, but they could be ignored. "If Itoshii's chest is that damaged, this one should see to it," he said, reaching for the bandages.

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He reached out and grabbed Kusuriyuri's hand, bringing it back. "Don't worry, I'm fine for now." He laughed again, leaning in for a kiss. "It's enough giving you pleasure."

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Kusuriyuri frowned. "Why is it you are preventing me?" he asked, stilling, watching Kurama. "Is it that you desire to be in pain? That you desire to remain marked when it is not needed?"

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"I'm not in pain at the moment," he protested. "I just don't want to move around and cause a blood eruption."

The fact that Kusuriyuri seemed genuinely worried (and perturbed) that he didn't want to go any farther was in turns funny and disconcerting. Funny, because it was true that he really enjoyed sex, and disconcerting that it had become such an apparently domineering factor of his image. His ears twitched flat, and he made a face in an effort to be endearing.

Truth to be told he'd likely give in if Kusuriyuri kept giving him that 'I'm pretty sure you've gone mad or I did something wrong' look.