hh_mirror | Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

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Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

What god-modding there is has been approved. Topic and action likely to wander to NSFW areas and possibly triggery.

It had taken him longer to recover than he expected, but Kusuriyuri had finally convinced Kurama that he was well enough to return to his office for the day. He had almost had to threaten his lover with wards to make Kurama go to the greenhouses. He was just finishing preparing to leave when there was a soft knock at the door. Frowning at the wards that thought about identifying the presence as Kuronue but wouldn't commit, Kusuriyuri opened the door, not surprised the knocker was Yukimura, though he was surprised to see the samurai.

"I am sorry to bother you so early," Yukimura said, bowing. "As well as at your home, but I have something I wish to speak with you about in private."

Kusuriyuri tilted his head and looked at Yukimura. A contented exhaustion overlayed a deeper sense of concern. He returned the bow and stepped back. "Please, come in. Good morning." He wondered how long Yukimura had been waiting to be sure Kurama had left for the day.

Yukimura smiled as he walked past the peddler, stepping out of his shoes easily before entering the main portion of the house. "Good morning and thank you for your indulgence."

Kusuriyuri led Yukimura to the living room and gestured for him to take a seat. He watched while the samurai knelt between the couch and the table. Kusuriyuri knelt opposite him and waited.

Boukensha crawled into Kusuriyuri's lap and Belophoebe sniffed at Yukimura before hopping up on the couch behind his head, turning to deliberately ignore him except for her tail that draped over his shoulder.

Yukimura reached up and brushed her tail, causing ti to twitch and then settle again on his shoulder. "First, I want to thank you for everything you have done for us, Kuronue and myself. Words only are not enough."

"You have done much for us, as well," Kusuriyuri murmured. He knew that Yukimura's relationship with Kurama and Kuronue helped the fox in many ways.

A smile crossed Yukimura's lips. "I also know that we are far more in your debt." He reached up and caressed Bel's tail, amusement in his features as her tail flicked around his neck, lingering, before settling on his shoulder again. His expression sobered as his hand settled in his lap. "And I am here to place myself more in your debt."

While it was expected, Kusuriyuri's eyebrow went up. "This one does not consider you in his debt," he said formally. "As to your request, this one is a medicine peddler."

"True, but as to whether what I ask is within your trade..." Yukimura protested, his hand coming up to caress Bel's tail again.

"Ease your mind, then, and make your request," Kusuriyuri suggested after watching Yukimura pet the cat's tail a long moment.

Sighing, Yukimura said, "It is a difficult thing, but Kuronue did agree to this." He looked at Kusuriyuri. "Kuronue is still having nightmares. He doesn't always recognize me when I try to soothe or wake him. While he has only snarled at me in his sleep, this is a newer development and I would not care to see it become worse."

Kusuriyuri bowed to Yukimura. "This is a difficult thing," he murmured.

Nodding, Yukimura continued, "And, neither of us is used to asking for help. But, I do not wish to have you obliged, either. I remember that thing Apos threw at you."

"Once this one's body accepted it, it has ceased to be a problem." Nor would it be one in the future with Apos trapped in the sinning tree.

"That is good to hear. I would not want you to come to permanent harm." There was genuine relief in the samurai's voice.

"What is it that you would ask of this one?" Kusuriyuri asked. "What you have said does sound as though it would be within the scope of a medicine peddler."

"It is more complex than that," Yukimura said carefully. "To allow himself to be open enough, he needs more than I am able to give him."

Kusuriyuri frowned slightly. "More?"

"Yes," Yukimura nodded. "Violence and sex are very closely tied in his mind. I tend to be more gentle unless he provokes me, and even then, I am not as harsh as he desires sometimes. But, when he receives such treatment, his mind is more open."

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri murmured. "That may be why Akabane affected him so deeply."

A wry expression crossed Yukimura's face, his eyes hardening. "Perhaps, but we both would like him to reach a level of peace rather than just burying his heart again. I would rather he healed."

The image of Ro impinged on Kusuriyuri's mind. He'd kept his distance but he had seen how very weak and injured that part of Kuronue's mind had been. "Healing cannot be forced," he said carefully.

"I know. I also am aware that things between us may change. I also know that things may become worse before they improve." Yukimura held up his hand. "I trust and respect your judgement, both in regard to whether you'll accept and what you tell Kurama. If you will not, there will be nothing more spoken of this."

Kusuriyuri was silent a long moment, stroking Boukensha as he thought. "I would speak with Kuronue alone first," he said slowly. While he understood why Yukimura approached him—things between him and Kuronue were still somewhat awkward despite the recent changes in their relationship—he needed to know this was truly what Kuronue wanted, that he was prepared.

"Of course," Yukimura said. His eyes went unfocused for a moment and he rose. "He will be here soon," he said, bowing. "Thank you."

Kusuriyuri rose before returning the bow. "It is what is done," he said as Yukimura walked to the hall.

"By some," Yukimura said, turning as he stepped into his shoes. "Those who are indeed worthy of regard," he added with a bow, stepping out of the door.

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It was an utter delight to have Kuronue this way. Continuing down his lover's abdomen, Yukimura's hands caressed over the leather pants that covered his legs. Part of him wanted to pull them off so he could continue to explore his lover's skin all the way down his body. Part of him wanted to leave them on and still continue down. He lingered on Kuronue's abdomen while he attempted to make up his mind. The only thing he was completely sure of was he wanted to make his way fully down his lover's legs.

Kuronue rolled his hips a little, his hands shifting under Yukimura's clothes as he moved down to his back. He liked Yukimura's back, he didn't think the muscles there got enough attention. And there were muscles, from drawing bows and sword work. He massaged gently, tilted his head and pressed his cheek to his shoulder, opening his eyes enough only to see the blurred image of Yukimura and nothing else.

Yukimura hummed gently in pleasure at the attention to his back. It partially served to make up his mind. He worked the fastenings on Kuronue's pants. Taking them off would allow him to linger where Kuronue could massage his back that much longer before he continued down his legs.

Kuronue smiled, enjoying Yukimura's thought process. That he'd made the decision to linger on his own, without insistence from Kuronue, was comforting. That Kuronue didn't feel the immediate need besides a lingering desire to urge Yukimura to his cock was something like freedom. He sighed.

Easing Kuronue's pants over his hips, Yukimura smiled at his lover. "I'll get there," he promised. His hands lingered on Kuronue's ass a long moment before working the leather down his lover's legs. He shook off his yukata, tossing it over with Kuronue's pants and belt and wrap before leaning over his lover for another long, lingering kiss.

Kuronue licked his lips and nodded, said, "Uhuh," then accepted the kiss happily, clutching him with his thighs and arching up to feel Yukimura against him. His arms went around Yukimura's neck almost automatically, and he was lost in the kiss. Enrapt with it.

Beautiful, Yukimura murmured, his hands caressing Kuronue's sides. He wasn't particularly seeking out sensitive places, just needing to feel his lover's skin under his palms. He pushed himself up slowly, not really wanting to lose any contact with his lover, but he did want to finish exploring Kuronue's body. "Love you," he whispered as he slid down, dropping occasional kisses down Kuronue's chest and stomach.

"I love you too," he replied, feeling the weight of the words with his whole body as his arms uncrossed over Yukimura's shoulders as he moved down. He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles along his shoulders, the muscles just below his shoulder blades.

Starting at the crease where Kuronue's leg joined his body, Yukimura began following the lines of his lover's muscles, tracing a line down to his lover's knee with his lips while his hands massaged the rest of his leg.

He could only remember one other time when Yukimura had paid such attention to his legs. He hadn't enjoyed it as much then, been impatient, but now he was happy to watch, to enjoy and feel. Languid though he may have been, he was fully aroused, cock laying on his belly. Yukimura had slipped from comfortable reach, so he let his hands fall to the futon and watched, almost fascinated with Yukimura's movements.

Yukimura continued down, bringing Kuronue's leg up to his lips, holding it up while he licked behind his knee, then continued down to his ankle. He sucked on the ankle bone a moment, licking over to the bone at the arch of his foot before rubbing his cheek against it. "Remind me after we've had a bath to finish," he teased, lifting Kuronue's other foot to his shoulder and gently placing the one he'd been paying attention to gently on the futon.

Kuronue snorted lightly and shifted a little, drawing Yukimura close as he could with his legs. He wanted to kiss him again. He held his hands out for Yukimura, wanting to kiss him purely because he wanted to hold him to touch him as well.

Kuronue's plea was too sweet, too precious to ignore. Yukimura allowed himself to be moved, pushing down his pants as he did. He wanted more contact, not just the kiss, but he wanted to feel Kuronue's skin against his as much as possible. Their lips met at the same time their erections met and it drew a gasp from Yukimura's lips. He rocked his hips gently, just wanting to enjoy the feel of Kuronue beneath him.

Kuronue whimpered lightly, pressing up against Yukimura as he wrapped his arms around him, kissed him. He pushed Yukimura's pants down further with his feet and kneaded at Yukimura's ass with his hands, kissing him with something just on the verge of hunger. Now that he had him he didn't want to let him go, even breaking the kiss for a few easy breaths was hard.

Yukimura's hands slid up Kuronue's body to tangle in his hair, deepening their kiss. Making love is also about enjoying passion, he managed to think. He was very much enjoying the slowly consuming passion that was beginning to fill them. His body continued to move, pressing his cock against Kuronue's. He deepened their kiss, still lingering, still slow compared to what they normally did, but edging over into need and want.

Rocking up against Yukimura, Kuronue made small sounds of pleasure, feeling like he couldn't get enough of Yukimura and enjoying this slow build up. He was speechless and utterly could not think a single thing. He couldn't reply to Yukimura's thoughts past a slight nod, but then there was Yukimura's lips and the feel of his hands in his hair and how connected he felt. Even without the bond, he thought it would have been something to marvel at.

His body wanted air, but being with Kuronue was far more important. Yukimura caught breaths when he could, breathing through his nose when he needed. Kuronue had always been addictive, his kisses, the feel of his body, but this was just more and he didn't want it to end, didn't want to do anything that would break the connection. He moaned, grunting into their kisses as his body continued to move, pushing them both higher into pleasure to where hunger was beginning to control his movements, making his body move in longer, firmer strokes against Kuronue, increasing his tempo as well.

Swept up into need with Yukimura, he helped and urged him along, clawing at Yukimura's ass with the pads of his fingers and kissing him hungrily. He knew that Yukimura wanted to stay like this, but he didn't want to come like this. It was as close as they could ever get to each other like this, true, but he wanted more.

He wanted Yukimura in him. He knew it would be even better then, and he appealed to him, silently, the suggestion, without words. Still, he didn't want to stop kissing Yukimura. Wanted to keep kissing him so much, to keep this connection so much he thought he'd cry.

Penetration hadn't even crossed Yukimura's mind. He just wanted to be closer, to be with Kuronue. He slowed a little. Lube...they'd need lube. He didn't want to hurt his lover, especially not now. This whole experience, everything, needed to be pleasure, to be love and togetherness. But, to find lube, he'd have to let go of Kuronue. He whimpered.

Kuronue didn't want to stop either, wanted to stay like this like his life hung on the very continuation of it, but he knew how good it could be. Sympathetic to the heartfelt whimper, Kuronue flung a hand out for his leather pants. Yukimura's yukata was in the way and eventually he flung it as far as he could, spent a good deal of time splitting way to much attention between Yukimura and his search.

But eventually, he had it and he dropped the little tube by his head and brought his hand back to Yukimura's ass with a victorious little moan. Nearly. Nearly, nearly.

Yukimura echoed that moan, whimpering a little as now he'd have to do his part and move away from Kuronue enough to use the lube. He brought his knees up, stalling as much as he could; his body didn't want to move away from Kuronue's in the least. He managed to open the tube one-handed and brought that hand almost between their bodies before he lifted his hips and poured the lube over his cock. He flung the bottle between their legs and used his hand to guide his dick to Kuronue's opening. He broke their kiss then to watch his lover's expression as he slowly pushed his way in.

He was already panting and flushed, eyes half open and watching Yukimura, biting his lip as he applied the lube. he wanted to laugh a little at how urgent it seemed right then, but it was only a fleeting thought. No real urge.

When Yukimura began to press in, though, he gasped and his head rolled back, his eyes rolling up and then closing. He was making faces, he knew, biting his lip and drawing his eyebrows together, but feeling Yukimura slide inside him inspired it, and he couldn't have helped it if he bothered to try.

He clutched at Yukimura ass, nails biting lightly, and looked back up to him, panting, wanting him and wanting everything that came with him. "Yuki," he moaned, voice croaking lightly.

"Kuro," Yukimura whispered back, his voice thick, husky. He enjoyed watching his lover, to see the pleasure and desire and need and love that was so very transparent in his expression right now. It occurred to him that it'd been a while since he'd been on top and that added to his enjoyment of this moment. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Kuronue being on top, but it seemed his lover was more vulnerable, more open to him like this and he enjoyed that sensation. "My beautiful lover," he whispered, his hips beginning to move slowly out and into Kuronue's body.

Kuronue whimpered and then moaned, clinging to Yukimura, his hands creeping up his back as he writhed as much as he could and felt everything with every single cell in his body. "Yuki..." His mouth didn't want to work past that, and he was fine with it.

Whimpering again, Kuronue shifted, thus time trying to change the angle of his hips just a little and stay as close as possible.

Yukimura's hand slid down Kuronue's side, lifting his leg over his hip so they could be as close as possible. He brushed his lips along his lover's collarbone, close to his mark, mostly needing to touch Kuronue as much as possible. His other hand reached for his lover's hair, tangling in it even as Yukimura buried his face in Kuronue's neck.

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