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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"When I slept, yes," he said. He set his book aside, shifting to lay down again. "Your legs?"

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"Sore, but recovering," Kusuriyuri replied, moving to allow Kurama to change positions. "And, Itoshii, your chest, your hands?" he asked, keeping himself a little away from laying on Kurama's chest.

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Kurama grinned and thumped his chest with a fist. It was a bit of a stupid idea - his hands were still quite tender - but he managed to pull it off without a grimace. "When my Koibito heals a man, he stays healed."

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Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow at Kurama but let his head relax onto Kurama's chest. "It would be better if the healing were not needed," he said softly, his hand caressing Kurama's stomach. "But, this one is pleased Itoshii is better."

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"I'll try to play nice with the other children," he said, twirling a lock of Kusu's hair around a finger. "I'd much rather we spend our energy on things that are not healing."

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Kusuriyuri tilted his chin a little to look up at Kurama. "Children?" he asked solemnly. "What is it Itoshii would rather spend his energy on?" he asked, though the answer was obvious.

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"I don't know," he mused, looking up coyly. "Walks in the park, swimming, perhaps a little base jumping or mountain climbing."

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"If that is what Itoshii desires to do, then this one will not stop him," Kusuriyuri said, pushing himself away, though he had no intention of moving far, doubting that Kurama would actually let him get away, or move away himself.

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"But there is always something much more exciting than those things," he countered, pulling Kusu back into his arms. "Much better shared than solo."

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Kusuriyuri allowed himself to be pulled down again. "Is Itoshii able for such excitements?" he asked solemnly. "And, what is it he wishes to share?"

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"Like I said, when you heal me, I make sure to stay healed." He leaned in, nipping Kusuriyuri's ear. "But if you'd like me to prove that point, I'm more than willing to share all kinds of things."

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"And, yet, you will resist being healed," Kusuriyuri mused, his voice still solemn as he tilted his head enough to make it easier for Kurama to reach what he wanted.

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"I didn't say I'm not stubborn and stupid," he murmured, snuggling closer. No question to his willingness or ability now that there was nothing between them, like painkillers, stubbornness, or sleep.

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Kusuriyuri's fingers found their way into Kurama's hair. "Stubborn, yes, though Itoshii is more foolish than stupid," he said, his voice soft, arousal just beginning to color it.

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"Mmm, you're too kind to me," he insisted, his hands going to Kusuriyuri's thighs, drawing him close so they could twine together. "So kind, to a bad fox."

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"A foolish fox," Kusuriyuri countered, letting Kurama move his body anyway he wanted. His legs, though sore, didn't ache when they moved, so he lifted one over Kurama's hip. "A foolish fox that is mine," he murmured, his lips brushing over Kurama's neck.

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Kurama sighed, ultimately in pleasure and secondarily in amusement, running his hands along Kusuriyuri's legs with the touch of a connoisseur. "All yours," he confirmed. "Every piece."

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"And, this one is yours," Kusuriyuri murmured, pleasure beginning to fill his voice as his lips continued to brush Kurama's neck. "Every piece."

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His energy opened to Kusuriyuri, inviting him in immediately. "Even the little dark pieces," he murmured. "Those are yours too."

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"Such a greedy lover I have," Kusuriyuri murmured softly, his lips trailing up along Kurama's chin. He didn't deny him the request though, his energy flowing more easily now, opening to Kurama. "Greedy and generous," he whispered, his lips finding Kurama's.

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"And oh so very willing," he purred, their energies twining together just as their bodies did, physical and metaphysical in concert. "Unless you don't want the little dark parts."

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"This one is greedy," Kusuriyuri murmured, just before kissing Kurama. He wants all that is offered him, he added, needing to kiss more than he needed to speak aloud.

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I am completely okay with that, Kurama replied, focus now entirely on where he could make his hands go, and how kissing Kusuriyuri was the most comfortable thing in the universe.

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A smile tried to curve Kusuriyuri's lips though he was very busy using them. Itoshii will take all that is offered, as well? he managed to tease though the solemnness of his voice didn't quite reach the mental tone, which rippled with amusement.

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With no complaint or hesitation. He made sure both of Kusuriyuri's legs were wrapped around him, rocking his hips in a slow, teasing rhythm. One hand reached and fumbled for the bedside table, giving p the effort when rubbing against his lover was far more important.