But it's Better if You Do
Yusuke had a thing for Kurama's hair.
Well, to be fair, Yusuke had a thing for Kurama. And who could blame him, really? After all, the fox was, in Yusuke's own words, sex on a stick, and the former detective was turned on by everything about the redhead, from the top of his head all the way down to those long, willowy legs. In fact, it was nearly impossible for Yusuke to be in the same room with Kurama without developing an embarrassing boner.
The hair thing, however, wasn't about sex.
Okay, it started with sex. But then, most things did with Kurama and Yusuke. The two of them fucked like bunnies (a phrase Kurama understood, but didn't approve of, stating that kitsune fucked much more than bunnies would ever hope to, and they were kinkier to boot), and still managed to have a meaningful relationship.
It was after a marathon sex session, early in their time together, that Yusuke discovered that Kurama's hair was his favorite thing. They were cuddling, both tired and content, and Yusuke had wrapped a strong arm around Kurama's waist and buried his face in all that red hair. He inhaled deeply and let his eyes close, feeling the soft strands tickle his face.
"Your hair smells like home," he'd mumbled before even stopping to think about what he was saying.
Kurama had smiled and threaded his finger's through Yusuke's where they rested on his stomach. "Do you mean the Makai?"
"Mhmm."
"That would be the seeds in my hair, I expect," Kurama murmured back, eyes slipping closed. "They're cultivated in the Makai and infused with the essence of the place."
Yusuke could tell. He could feel each seed in his lover's hair, could sense them and avoided them as he carded his fingers through the scarlet mass. The two of them were silent for a while before Kurama spoke again.
"I didn't know that you considered the Makai home."
There was no response from Yusuke for a few minutes, and Kurama would have thought that his lover was asleep if it weren't for the unevenness of his breathing. He didn't press though, figuring that perhaps Yusuke had never thought about this particular subject before. It wouldn't have surprised Kurama if that were indeed the case. Yusuke tended to go along without really stopping to think until something basically forced him to stop moving.
"This is my home," Yusuke answered finally. "You guys are all here after all. But sometimes, I just want to go back there. Feels like it's where I'm supposed to be."
Kurama nodded. "I still get that feeling sometimes," he says softly. "I don't think it ever goes away."
Yusuke shrugged and pulled Kurama closer to him, burying his face deeper in the red hair. "It's okay. I can always pop back in to the Makai. Hokushin and the guys are always wanting me to visit. And until then, I can just smell your hair."
"Yes, I suppose you can," Kurama said with a smile.
"I can also do this," Yusuke muttered, pressing his lips to the back of Kurama's neck and sliding his hand down the fox's body.
"You cannot be serious," Kurama laughed. "How are you not exhausted?"
The kissing barely ceased as Yusuke spoke. "I have a lot of energy, you know that. Always have, and the demon blood just makes it worse."
Kurama shook his head. "My poor human body can barely keep up with you." They both snorted because they knew that wasn't true. Kurama could take everything that Yusuke gave him and give it back in equal measure.
"You can just lay there and I'll do all the work," Yusuke was murmuring, and he sank his teeth into the juncture of his lover's neck.
"Ah! Well I can't...argue with that."
The hand of Yusuke's that wasn't snaking its way down to Kurama's growing erection, reached up to fist in his hair and yank his head back. Kurama cried out and pushed back against Yusuke. If his lover's obsession with his hair included things like this, Kurama couldn't see how he would ever have a problem with it.
