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Kurapika had made a plan. The whole subway ride he sat next to Kuroro, a hand itching over the man's thigh towards his groin. And at every warning stare, he just chuckled, giving the older man a kiss on the nose, or the cheek, any welcome distraction– to warn off the absolute stopping point he knew they were nowhere near.
Kuroro had been gone for nearly four weeks, and though phone sex was interesting, it was nowhere near the real thing. To him at least.
He started by sending a series of tasteful photos to the dark haired man as he got on the plane, knowing they’d be launching any moment. The man had tried to reply to the text, but the bubble icon had soon disappeared, proving to him the man had in fact seen his images. Not to mention his text was marked as read .
Leorio spent more nights at the hospital than at home, and when he was at home he was too exhausted for much. Kurapika was more than restless.
Kuroro sent him another warning glare, the hand around his waist squeezing warningly. It sent heat curling deliciously inside of him, and Kurapika leaned against the man's shoulder so his lips were just under his ear, humming softly in response. The man tensed, biting back a whispered curse. Kurapika grinned, all teeth.
He normally wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, but there was hardly anyone on the train this late apart from an elderly man glued to his book at the end of their car and a small stout lady buried in animal furs scrolling through her phone, the click of her dark purple nails tapping against the lit screen ringing through the long car.
Old popular music hummed quietly overhead accompanied by the occasional bump of the underground subway as Kurapika trailed his lips over that alluring dark neck. He had showered before he came, walking with Kuroro from the airport to the subway that would take them close to home. They only had one car, and Leorio pretty much monopolized that, but this arrangement suited him just fine.
“Kurapika,” the man whispered softly, a slow rumble that made his insides tingle.
Kurapika moved him up a bit, crossing his arms over the man's shoulders. Kuroro turned his head to whisper in his ear. Kurapika stiffened.
“If you continue to tease me, you won't like what happens when we get home.”
His throat went a bit dry and he swallowed it back with a smile, pulling back to kiss the dark haired man on the lips.
“Oh?” He remarked, head cocking to the side. “Aren't you pleased I’m happy to see you, Sir ?”
The effect was immediate.
Kuroros head snapped to him, perhaps in shock, perhaps in something else, and Kurapika pulled back a bit in a somewhat teasing smile. The hand at his hip, more at his back now, squeezed tight, nails just barely digging into his skin as those dark eyes fixed right on him.
“Watch yourself,” he warned, voice incredibly low. It sent dangerous shivers through his body, curling his toes within his boots and sparking adrenaline at the very ends of his nerves.
Kuroro’s arm held him positively possessively as they walked the lines of the subway to the surface, as though somehow during the few civilians surrounding the object. Those large dark eyes ignored him for the most part, scanning the surroundings as they pulled his luggage along.
The night air was cold as the snow melted on the pavement and tiled sidewalk. The tones of their street were cold through his shoes, Kurapika found, scrunching his nose and burying his face a bit more into his coat. It was around midnight before they arrived home.
Kuroro closed and locked the door behind them, setting his luggage down with a weighted thud. Kurapika admired the careful curve of his arms as he extracted the scarf from his neck with careful ease, hanging it up before turning to him. His gaze was unreadable in the dark, and Kurapika could not help but feel hunted as the man shrugged off his coat.
“Go upstairs. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Kurapika nodded once and obeyed, hesitating a moment on the stairs to glance back at the older man as he grabbed something before retreating to the kitchen. Good. That would give Kurapika time.
He took the stairs quickly, leaving their bedroom door cracked open a bit and tossing his coat off, undoing the few top black buttons of the dress shirt he wore under. Kuroros shirt.
He had just kicked off his pants when the man entered. He paused in the doorway, eyes wide. A predatory air hung around him and his jaw strained. The man wanted composure, wanted authority. Kurapika was going to make that very, very challenging.
Especially since he must have seen the lace of red strap that hung from his shoulder as the black cloth slipped to reveal a pale, thin collar bone. Kurapika glanced up, smiling.
“Welcome home.”
Kuroro’s eyes burned as his gaze settled upon him. The sliver of light disappeared from the hall and the man flicked on the lights. Red lights.
Kurapika swallowed nervously, anticipation brewing warmth within him as he shifted. The man approached, reaching for him even as Kurapika lurched up to meet his lips. He indulged him in a kiss, thumb and pointer finger hooked beneath his jaw. But when Kurapika tried to pursue it, the man's hand slid father down, holding him still. By the neck. Kurapika could feel the pressure of his hand when he swallowed, immediately going still.
Kuroro huffed a bit, lips grazing his.
“Sit pretty.” His dark voice nearly mocked—god, that voice—and Kurapika did, sitting back on his heels and pouting as he watched the man retreat to the corner of their room, to the bottom drawer of their dresser. After several seconds of shifting, the man grabbed a bag from the open closet, shaking miscellaneous items from it before dumping the contents of his hands into it, and then a few more things for good measure. Kurapiak tried to shift and see. He couldn't.
Kuroro turned back to him, a small grin splitting his lips. Everything about him was perfect. From the tightness of his pants, to the way he rolled up the sleeves of his dark polo shirt, and that silver belt buckle called for Kurapika's mouth, as he looked up to the man through his lashes.
Kuroro ran a finger down his neck, snapping the band of the lingerie with a thoughtful hum.
“Who bought this for you?”
Kurapika swallowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I did.” He answered honestly, knowing the man would call to confirm with Leorio. A not so fun punishment would come from lying. He knew this already.
Kuroro hummed, kneeling on the mattress. “Are you supposed to go alone?”
“No.” Kurapika felt his skin prickle. The lady at the desk had been nice and Kurapika had been understandably embarrassed when she'd led him to the women's department. He ended up buying a few different items in cash… but that was a different story.
The man put a thumb to his lower lip, parting it. He cocked his head.
“There's more, isn't there?”
Kurapika felt his blood run cold.
Kuroro chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.”
Kurapika didn't have time to respond before he was on his back. A gasp was startled out of him, submerged by the harsh press of lips as Kuroro dove into his mouth. Kurapika moaned as a knee slid between his thighs, rocking against him hard and suddenly, revealing to the younger man what he was wearing beneath, which was—well, nothing.
Kuroro chuckled, breath ghosting his wet lips. A hand pressed against his stomach and his husky voice whispered; dark and loving.
“Stay.”
Kurapika blinked in confusion as the man reached to the side, picking up the bag from the floor. He pulled out something long and vermilion red. Rope.
Kurapika swallowed thickly and the man gave him a devious smile, kneeling above him. He tied his wrists together and then to the bed with one single rope, but not before carefully undoing the buttons of his—Kuroros—dress shirt, parting it to reveal the lacy black garment underneath. A deep shade of effortless crimson, it looked black in the red tinted lighting. The garment really wasn't much, for how expensive it had been. It was shaped like a corset, just without the panels of fabric—wires wrapped in felt and lace that dug slightly into his skin. They wove about his frame in intricate designs that made his waist look slimmer and his thighs more shapely.
Kurapika shifted a bit, air cool against his skin that burned beneath the weight of his gaze. Kuroro lifted one of the blond’s legs, leaning down to kiss him deeply, wringing a soft sound from his throat. Kurapika kissed him back shyly at first, then more forcefully as the man's hands trailed up his sides. When his thumbs started rubbing his nipples, Kurapika let out a startling sound, panting through his nose.
“Shh,” Kuroro murmured, a smile tugging his lips. “I haven't even gotten started yet.”
His ass stung and Kurapika yelped, hardly even realizing what had occurred before the man had pulled back and upended a bottle into his hand. Lube.
Kurapika spread his legs a bit and Kuroro chuckled, shaking his head.
Any protest Kurapika had was immediately halted as Kuroro gripped his hips firmly and shoved him around so his stomach was to the bed, hips in the air. A series of harsh stinging slaps landed to his backside and Kurapika felt his mouth open but no sound came out as pleasure engulfed him so forcefully he felt as though he might have come just from that.
Kuroro squirted cold lube onto the hot skin of his ass and Kurapika jerked in the red restraints.
“So sensitive tonight,” the man murmured, mostly to himself, and Kurapika craned his neck to glare at him, but was interrupted as the man brought his hand down hard .
Kurapika gasped, pain making pleasure throb through him. Kuroro smoothed a hand against his ass cheek, thumb stroking before it left. He heard the squirt of lube again and—what was he doing?—But then the hand returned, spanking him hard again and again. Three consecutive times. He did not stop until Kurapika yelped.
His bare ass stung, skin throbbing angrily. He had forgotten how strong Kuroro could be when he wanted to. The man was so rarely so rough. He was much more of a sadist usually. Kurapika had no doubt that would come later.
The man hummed appreciatively, “I told you, didn’t I—?” Kurapika didn't pay attention to what he said next as a series of harsh burning hits landed to his backside, driving all thoughts from his head as they smothered pleasure into him. The man teased a finger against his hole and Kurapika pushed his hips against him with a weak sound. Arms bound by the restraints, he could do no more. Kuroro chuckled, pulling his hand back and Kurapika’s lips trembled on a pathetic whine.
“Such a needy little thing tonight, aren't you?” he hummed, a hand smoothing his ass with lube that tingled. Kurapika whimpered, head between his elbows. Kuroro laughed huskily, leaning over him so his breath scraped along the back of his neck. Kurapika gasped as a warm calloused hand pet his cock, and teeth met his skin as his dark voice rumbled. “You’re going to have to show me you deserve it.”
Kurapika gasped then moaned, trying to push his pelvis into the hand that pet him. Kuroro tisked softly, breath tickling the hair at the back of his neck and retracted his fingers. Kurapika pressed his lips together to stop a sound from escaping. He was only half successful.
A finger nudged at his opening again, rubbing and circling. Kurapika held his hips up, legs nearly shaking with anticipation, but he was determined on having Kuroros fingers inside of him, on having all of him. He’d done too much, waited too long not to.
Kuroro landed another stinging spank making Kurapika jolt violently before he finally shoved a finger inside. The stretch burned. Kurapika cried out, the sound morphing into a half broken moan as he felt that long slender digit massage his walls. Kuroro pulled out before he could get a chance to adjust.
Kurapika panted harshly, mind reeling at the rapid change of intense stimulation. His knees felt weak and the bed shifted as Kuroro moved behind him. He heard the lube open again. Kurapika keened, lifting his hips. Kuroro chuckled.
“So greedy for my fingers,” a stinging slap landed to his ass and he yelped. The man smiled, running a finger through the mess of lube and teasing his taint. Kurapika knew he was a trembling, drooling mess, but gods when Kuroro touched him like this, rough and gentle all in one, he just couldn't cope! It felt like his mind was being pulled in too many directions, taking bits of his self control, his resolve with it as it slowly unraveled his mind, leaving him nothing but a helpless, quivering mess.
He nearly sobbed into the sheets as two fingers circled his hole patiently. He could picture the perfect glint of Kuroros teeth in the red light as the man smirked, proud of having reduced him to such a mess in so little time.
He was panting like a dog by the time Kuroro finally pushed two fingers in. Kisses peppered down his neck as Kurapika tried to push against the fingers inside of him. The man brutally matched every one of his movements, making sure to never brush his prostate, or to do so just barely. Kurapika whined, rolling his hips, trying to imagine what he looked like from back, black straps tight around his skin, shaping his sides and waist.
Kuroro sucked a hickey onto the side of the dip of his back, making his way lower. Kurapika could just barely hear that dark velvety voice murmur to him slow and soft.
“Good boy.”
His finger crooked home, and Kurapika’s back arched a throaty sound purring from his lips. Kuroro pulled out his fingers and his warmth withdrew.
Kurapika panted in confusion for a moment, mind stuttering for an explanation. Soon though, Kuroro returned and patted his hip twice, helping him roll over.
Kurapika tugged at his hands a bit, forgetting for a moment they were bound above his head. Kuroro reached above him, undoing those precious ropes. Kurapika sighed as his hands were laid back to his sides. But it seemed like he wasn't done.
Kuroro pulled something from the floor. Cuffs that were bound to the wood of their bed frame, though Kurapika couldn't see how, and his mind was too far gone to figure it out. He glanced at Kuroro as the black fur encased his right wrist, then the man moved to do up the left, but Kurapika caught his collar, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss the man indulged in.
Their lips parted and met again for a time he let stretch until his heart danced from dizziness and his lungs ached for breath he did not want to let go of. He did not want to let go.
Kuroro chuckled against his mouth. “Don't try to distract me, pretty boy.”
Kurapika stuck out his lower lip in a pout that must have been hard to refuse because he swore he saw the man's gaze waver, but then the act was back in place like a mask.
“If you continue to act like such a brat, I’m going to have to punish you like one.”
Kurapika let his chin drop, panting softly as Kuroro bound his wrists flat to the bed. He reached back and Kurapika realized there were more. He did his ankles next.
Slightly more nervous now, Kurapika sought out his gaze with his eyes and the man gave him a mischievous smile that burned, smoothing a hand along his calf before crawling up his form and settling in between his legs.
His lips grazed his neck and Kurapika closed his eyes as a cloth settled over them. Another one nudged at his mouth and he parted his lips eagerly, tasting the smoothness of the gag that would hopefully save their neighbors from a night full of screams. The thought made his limbs tingle with excitement.
Kuroro moved away again, returning just a moment later. Kurapika heard the lube open again and coldly touched his cock. Startled, his skin jumped, but soon relaxed as a hand pet him. A cock ring slid around him slowly and he groaned at the tightness, breathing through his nose.
Something long and thin slipped up his stomach, teasing his nipples until they were hard and erect. It slid up his dick, gathering lube until Kurapika felt it burn his tip. His breathing stuttered and he forced himself to relax. The soft, “good boy,” Kuroro murmured did not help any, as he panted helplessly. When it was finally down, and he was painfully hard and throbbing with pleasure, the man retracted his hands.
More lube was spilled onto something, Kurapika heard, but couldn't see. Something pushed into him. He moaned. A vibrator? It felt different than the ones they usually used. Was it new?
Kuroro hummed, kissing a path up one of his legs to nibble at his inner thighs. “You look marvelous, love.” Kurapika could imagine the glint in his eye as he spoke, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Kurapika barely had time to gasp before those lips engulfed his cock. A greedy tongue lapped at the head of the rod inside, sucking and bobbing, sliding as though torturing him was its sole purpose. It probably was. Kuroro continued this until Kurapika was whining and trembling, trying not to cum dry from the ring around his cock and the rod in his dick.
He begged around the gag, muffled pleas stifled by the fore intentions of the forethought out sadistic bastard. He knew Kuroros lips would be curled into that teasing smile, and he was right. Kuroro was thoroughly enjoying himself. Enjoying the way Kurapika’s back arched just so, the delicious curve of his thighs, the slight bruises that littered his gorgeous frame, and the delicate sweat that clung to the graceless jerk of every limb and plastered his feathery blond bangs to his forehead.
He enjoyed it even more so when he finally switched the vibrator on. He had bought the thing about a month ago with Leorio. It was meant to be a christmas present, but it hadn't shipped until recently, and he hadn't gotten a chance to use it before he'd left for work. He did feel bad about that, however, so he promised, tonight he would make it up to the delectable blond beauty.
The Kurta screamed, a keening sound as his limbs tensed and his hips rocked—away or against, Kuroro couldn't tell. Pink and curved, this little toy was made to reach deep into that special spot and, from what he understood, the device had over twenty different vibration levels. And he planned on trying out every one.
Starting with number 20 of course.
Kurapika was shaking, limbs jerking to the point Kuroro had to hold his hips still, as a wail welled behind the gag. He chuckled, dipping down to bite at that beautifully pale neck, making the Kurta’s voice catch cruely in his throat.
“Beautiful,” he murmured to the space beneath his ear and the boy tensed even more, gasping beneath the gag as he writhed beneath Kuroros grip. He felt the boy tense–even more if at all possible— and Kuroro switched the vibrations down to the lowest setting.
He moved back, sitting to swipe a hand over his mouth and admire the way the Kurta’s head swiveled, blind from the change in stimulation. For how smart the blond was, Kuroro knew how to make him dumb with pleasure.
His chest rose and fell fast, shallow pants and whimpering sounds. Already, the gag and blindfold were stained with tears, and that pretty little cock was read and weeping, that precious rod perched inside.
Kurapika panted, chest light and head floating in pleasure as hazy sounds filtered through the gag. He could just barely feel the vibrator inside of him, snuggled up against his prostate and vibrating. His cock ached with need and he could feel Kuroros eyes on him, feel the hand that gripped his inner thigh and the furry restaurants around his wrists and ankles. Gods, he could just feel.
He whined, body worming in the sheets, chasing friction through the air, and heat through his abdomen. Kuroro chuckled, warm hands gripping his hips.
“I thought I told you to stay? Don't make me repeat myself.”
The Kutra moaned weakly as Kuroro brushed a knuckle down his throat, the other hand sliding from his hip to grip his thigh, thumb digging into that tense, sensitive inner muscle and massaging.
With a smile, he cranked the vibrations up. “One down, nineteen to go, pretty boy.”
Kurapika moaned. Gods, when Kuroro called him that, he just couldn't cope! He tensed and gasped in the restraints as vicious bussing made his mind dizzy with pleasure. Almost uncontrollably so, it ate at his insides. It reminded him of the times Leorio would hold his thighs, face pressed to his ass, eating him out until Kurapika screamed for him. Oral was one of the older man's favorite things. And Kurapika was always eager to please.
Trembling and shaking violently, he felt his orgasm approach, only to be snatched away by the cruel claws of one Kuroro Lucifer. The man chuckled, voice thicker than honey as his tongue slowly mapped out the plains of Kurapika's chest. When teeth nibbled at his collar bones he gasped, head rolling to the side, and when a hand slid up his dick to squeeze his tip in a palm of warmth, he couldn't hold in the roaring moan of pleasure that rocked his chest.
He made it to fifteen before he just had to come.
“-mmhm—mmph-uro! Mmm!”
The man snagged a finger around the gag, pulling it from his lips and slipping it out of his mouth.
“Yes, love?” His voice was so innocent, as was the slight tilt of his head.
“ Please, please, please , Kuroro. I—ah–!” The vibrations in him clicked down a few notches, reduced to a rumble that made his stomach twist. This was almost somehow worse. He could feel everything in its perfect, Goldilocks glory.
“Please what?” His eyes were dark, a cruel smile to his lips as they kissed a path up his neck.
“Please let me come .” Kurapika whined, dizzy from panting.
Kuroro sat up to meet his eye, falling silent. “No.”
The vibrations switched all the way off and Kurapika squirmed, whining as frustrated tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
“Kuroro—”
Two fingers were shoved into his mouth, nearly hitting the back of his throat. Kuroro leaned in close, body pressed against him just barely. Intimidation made him freeze, warning bells going off in his head as adrenaline numbed his body. Kuroros voice was dark, lips curling as he whispered.
“This is your punishment, Kura. Take it.”
Damn…
Slowly, the fingers slid from his mouth, settling on his lips a moment, before that hand cupped his throat, holding him to the bed as the vibration within him sped to their previous high, making the hairs on his body stand and his limbs tighten as something within him wound tight, a seal just waiting to break under the pressure of a thousand burning suns.
Ten. Six.
Five.
Lips enveloped his cock, startling his eyes open, though he couldn't see. Moans and shallow pants fell from his vocal lips as Kuroro’s tongue toyed with the knob of the sounding rod, lips sucking and pulling, bringing him so much pleasure Kurapika thought he might just break.
Four, three.
“Oh gods, Kuroro. Please—” His voice was nothing but a high pitched whine, a stream of begging sounds he would be damned if, sobered of pleasure, he was ever confronted with.
“Kuroro—ah!”
The rod was pulled from his cock and the ring loosen and slid from. The vibrations in him ceased and the vibrator was pulled out in one swift motion that made him cry out in pleasure and alarm. The fur cuffs were undone and the blindfold removed. Kuroro tugged at his arms, sitting him up despite his protests.
Kurapika panted as the man positioned him over his lap, up on his knees. Slowly he sank down.
Kurapika moaned and Kuroro swallowed the sound whole with greedy lips that whispered soft encouragement. In a more conscious mind, Kurapika might have swooned at the lovey dovey words, but now they just made him burn hotter, if he could really process them.
Faster and faster, Kuroro pounded into him, until his hand grabbed his cock and Kurapika's eyes flew open and he threw his head back, mouth opening in a vicious cry, as an orgasm blinded him with pleasure so strong he could just barely feel the bruising grip on his hips. His legs shook in a way they never had before, making his nails dig into the flesh of Kuroro’s shoulders as he held on for dear life. The man did not stop, did not halt, even when Kurapika collapsed into his chest in a flurry of sobs and trembling squeals of pleasure.
Every thrust sent a spark of overstimulation that made him jerk in the older man's hold. But with no where to go, he had no choice but to take it.
“Ah–gods, Kuroro!” he moaned weakly, hands scrambling at the older man's neck, clinging to that too long mess of tousled dark hair as tears squeezed from the seams of his eyes. Pleasure, heightened and sharp stabbed through him with every beat of his heart, every savage wave of the elder's hips, and Kurapika was completely and utterly ravished.
When hot magma burned his insides he threw his head back, throat growling in satisfaction as his legs squeezed the elder's hips tight. Kuroros teeth found his neck, a mark that would surely not fade fast, and Kurapika could not wait to see it in the morning.
With two last hard thrusts the man held him still, deep and caring as those strong warm hands secured him, as if Kurapika had the strength to move away.
His head went dizzy, though from lack of oxygen, or how fast he was breathing, it was hard to tell. Blood thumped pleasantly through his veins, brain drunk on the pleasure and mind spinning. His head found Kuroros shoulder as the grip around him loosened and he enjoyed the warmth of the older man's skin. He was like a perfect drug of everything Kurapika had ever wanted, ever lacked. And he was hooked. He could never give it away, give it up, even if he wanted to. This served him just fine.
Kuroro laid him back down on the bedspread and kissed away every bruise, a hand petting through his sweaty hair. Kurapika dozed a bit after that, but he awoke when Kuroro slid an arm under his knees and another around his shoulders, picking him up easily and carrying him to a warm tub. The soothe of water engulfed his blurry mind and he smiled at the older man as he hung up that precious lingerie on the door frame—though Kurapika couldn't remember taking it off.
The man joined him in the tub, pulling him against his chest and settling his lips on his neck. And although, Kurapika wasn’t sure how addiction worked, he was sure he would not be able to live without Kuroro.