Recovery (closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, likely NSFW)

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

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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"You're surprisingly good at it, Koibito," he snickered, snuggling close as the laughter subsided.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"This one has had time to study one who is exceedingly good at it," he teased, his amusement still in his voice. "Though, Itoshii hasn't answered," he protested, rolling his hips slightly, using his feet around Kurama's waist to lift him a little.

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Lust always trumped humor, in this situation, and Kurama rose to the occasion (pun intended) with a grin. "I'll give you a shot all right," he said, his hands going to Kusuriyuri's thighs.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

As ever amused by how easy it was to distract Kurama, Kusuriyuri allowed his legs to be moved. His hands combed through Kurama's hair before trailing down Kurama's arms. "Please," he asked, lust answering in his voice.

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"As my Koibito wishes," he chuckled. He followed Kusuriyuri's motions, shifting so he was the one bearing weight. "You're not going to be the only one restocking supplies after this."

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"Itoshii speaks much," Kusuriyuri complained, his hands sliding back up Kurama's arms. He urged his lover closer, leaning up to kiss him. Please, he murmured, hunger laced through his voice.

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Kurama moved easily into Kusuriyuri, following his lover's pleas with a soft sigh. His body was hard-wired for pleasure, and even more than that completely trained to bow to whatever desire Kusuriyuri had. It was inevitable. He'd do whatever Kusu wanted, and then some.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's gave a contented groan as Kurama filled him. He loved feeling his lover within him, loved the pleasure they both derived from it. His hands moved down Kurama's back, his nails trailing along Kurama's skin. He rocked his hips, settling into a well known rhythm, slow and easy, for both of them to enjoy this as long as possible.

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Energy flowed around them, matching their motion like an external heartbeat. This slowness Kurama treasured, sliding down to wrap his arms around Kusuriyuri, pulling him up and close, making the most of their time.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

It was deeply fulfilling to be wanted, cared for, welcome, treasured. The familiarity of the feelings did nothing to make them less cherished. Kusuriyuri's hands explored the feel of Kurama's body, feeling the way his muscles moved under his skin, the heat of his lover's body, everything about him, learning it again for the first time. "Itoshii," he whispered, his lips finding Kurama's skin, tasting it.

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"Mine, Koi," Kurama sighed, taking in the smell, the taste, the feel of him. Sure, though there was danger and so much to worry about, right now was just them. Worry could wait a few more hours.