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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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.