Hiei fell back on the bed, not surprised to find the sheets wet and bunched up underneath him.

"Holy shit Kurama," he was taking huge gasps of air, those three words difficult to get out. He needed another few large breaths before he was able to finish his eloquence. "How did you learn to do that?"

Kurama was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, exactly where he was when Hiei fell from his lap. He was disheveled, his red mane styled in what Yusuke called 'fuck hair', those green eyes a bit too bright, his skin shiny with sweat and littered with bite marks. Fixing the fire demon with a mischievous gaze, Kurama chuckled, stating, "Even though he botched the easiest of robberies, Yomi was very interesting to have around camp."

"Great," Hiei swung his warded arm over his eyes. "There's a mental picture I don't need."

Chuckling again Kurama moved, stretching himself over the lover, ready for round two. Perhaps this time he would show him some of Kuronue's tricks..