Note: NSFW. Oral kink requested by Pearl; Kurapica being a little more forward requested by the J-girl. Oral part was written while listening to Desperate Measures on repeat while the last part was written while listening to Love You When I'm Drunk. Yeah, I apparently listen to bouncy music with dubious lyrics [[when I write porn]] a lot.
Beta-reader: PlatinumOwl.
Chapter summary: Testing boundaries.


Chapter 54

The kiss took Kuroro by surprise, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. His arm wrapped around the back of Kurapica's waist and pulled him closer. He turned them around so that he could lean back against the wall next to the door. It made it easier to let Kurapica believe that he was in control than if Kuroro were to push the blond into the wall. Plus, he was sort of curious to see what the Kuruta would do. It didn't mean that he wouldn't try to push his luck anyway. He figured he deserved a little something nice after all of the time that he had spent waiting for Kurapica to make up his goddamn mind. The blond ended the kiss, only to initiate another. He let out a soft little noise and Kuroro felt his fingertips dig into the blond's hip. With his other arm, he pulled him flush against his body. A soft gasp from Kurapica broke their lips apart, but then the Kuruta was pressing his lips against Kuroro's again. The Spider Head let his tongue flick over Kurapica's mouth, making the blond gasp again, parting his lips. Their tongues met and slid over each other. They parted, eyeing each other wordlessly. Then they were kissing again, Kuroro's hands under the blond's shirt, the blond's breath ghosting over his mouth whenever their lips parted only to collide again. Kuroro's fingernail dug into the pale skin and Kurapica let out of a soft exhale.

The taller man let go of his waist and put his hands gently over Kurapica's shoulders, curious to see just how far he could push him. When the blond looked at him, there was confusion in his clear blue eyes, and it was all good. The older man pressed down on his shoulders and Kurapica frowned. Kuroro tilted his head, gave him a little smile and pushed down lightly again. Slowly, he could see the gears start turning into Kurapica's mind. Clearly, the boy was much more innocent than Kuroro had previously thought. He assumed the boy wouldn't have ever done something like give head before, but surely he'd at least have an inkling of what the older man wanted. He pressed again and witnessed the very second when things clicked in Kurapica's mind. The blond blushed furiously and looked a bit like he wanted to bolt, or maybe punch him, or both.

Kuroro put his hands on either side of Kurapica's face and pulled him closer for another deep kiss. The blond made another one of those soft little noises and Kuroro felt his fingers tighten their hold on the boy again. Then, regretfully, he let him go, letting his hands slide down to his shoulders once more. He pressed down again. This time, Kurapica sent him an uncertain look but slowly lowered himself. Kuroro held his breath. Had he really managed to get so much influence over the younger man that this would even become possible? But here was Kurapica, lowering himself to his knees in front of him. A short hesitation, and the blond was tugging at the waistband of his cotton pants.

A soft breath in, a soft breath out, and Kurapica was lowering his trousers and underwear. He could see the boy's blush clear as day in spite of the ambient darkness. But still, Kurapica ploughed on with a sort of quiet determination that Kuroro couldn't help but admire. The blond did hesitate before he slid his fingers inside, but at Kuroro's soft exhale, he looked up. Their eyes met. Another hesitation, and Kurapica licked his lips before moving his hand over Kuroro's member slowly. The Spider Head lowered his eyelids a bit, regarding the blond Kuruta before him silently. Kurapica licked his lips again and looked at what his hand was doing. He faltered a bit.

But then, he bit his lower lip decisively, a soft, obstinate frown on his beautiful face. When he looked up again, his eyes were glowing eerily and Kuroro could feel himself harden even more at the sight. There was just something about seeing Kurapica lose control that sent his pulse racing. His fingers carded through Kurapica's blond hair gently. The Kuruta looked up at him, his blood-red eyes intensely focused on him. Kuroro wrapped his hand around the back of his head and gently guided him towards his erection.

As his lips slid over Kuroro, the blond let out a soft moan and steadied himself with his hands holding the taller man's hips. He tentatively took in as much as he could, then slowly pulled away. The second time, he took a little more in and Kuroro had to repress a groan. It was so wet, so hot inside of Kurapica's mouth. The blond wrapped a hand around the base of his erection and started moving his head, slowly at first, seemingly trying to figure things out. Eventually, he picked up the pace and soon, he was moaning around Kuroro's length, making the older man groan softly. He tilted his head back against the wall, watching him from under heavy eyelids, fingers still softly petting the blond locks gently. Kurapica looked up and their eyes met again. The blond pulled away, but before Kuroro could protest, the younger man ran his tongue over the underside of his manhood, from base to tip, and then he was pursing his lips around him and pushing him inside his hot, wet mouth once more. Kuroro gasped and caught a strange self-satisfied look on Kurapica's face. But the younger man in question was focusing on his erection again and it became hard, really hard to think. Kurapica alternated speed and pressure with his mouth, and he was getting way, way too good at this. Kuroro groaned.

Kurapica slowed a little, then he pulled his mouth away, though his hand was still moving over him. "Do you, ah," his voice was rough and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Should I swallow?" he finally asked uncertainly. "I'm not sure what the proper etiquette is for these things."

Kuroro couldn't help but chuckle softly at this. How so very much like the Kuruta to think of proper etiquette in this situation. "Only if you want to," he said.

Kurapica blushed profusely, but managed to say, "I don't think I can."

Kuroro nodded. "That's fine." He paused. "Don't stop." Kurapica nodded and slipped Kuroro into his mouth once more. His fingers tightened into the blond hair again. Kurapica sped up his movement on him and soon, much too soon, Kuroro was nearing his climax. He groaned. "Just about to –" he managed to gasped out, and just in time, too. Kurapica pulled away just as Kuroro reached his peak and toppled over the edge. He panted harshly, hands still in Kurapica's hair, eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall. When he finally looked down, he caught Kurapica wiping some of his release off of his cheek with the back of his hand. Kuroro didn't think. He pulled the boy up. By his hair.

"Ow! Wait that hu–" Kuroro shut him up with a rough, hungry kiss. The blond made a soft sound when the taller man bit at his lips and started pushing him towards the bed, then a louder yelp when the back of his knees connected with the mattress and he went down. His eyes were still red, open wide in surprise from his fall. His golden hair fanned around his head and when Kuroro put a knee on the bed between his thighs, Kurapica bit his lower lip and it was all Kuroro could do not to attack him right there and then. Instead, he leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly over the blond's, not quite touching, their breaths mingling. Kurapica tilted his head, his lips seeking to connect, but Kuroro moved just out of reach and the blond made a soft, frustrated sound and let his chin fall again.

The Spider Head chuckled softly and leaned forward, letting his lips ghost down the blond's jawline, all the way to his ear, turning his head so he could nip at the lobe. "I think you're a natural at this," he whispered and Kurapica sucked in a breath when the tip of the older man's fingers slid up into his shirt, skittering lightly over the pale skin underneath. "I want to show you so, so many ways to feel good." He caught the earlobe between his teeth again and bit lightly, drawing a small, strangled sound from the boy.

"So shut up and do it," Kurapica grouched, gasping at the end when Kuroro's hand moved to his wrist, his fingertips ghosting over the pulse point. "You never had a pro –" He sucked in a breath when Kuroro's teeth clamped more firmly onto his earlobe, "– problem with doing whatever you wanted so far."

Kuroro released his ear and knelt up so he could slip out of his long sleeve T-shirt. He let it fall behind him onto the floor. "Perhaps, but just the other day, you weren't even sure if you wanted to do this anymore." He tilted his head. "Surely I can't be faulted for thinking you'll back off again."

Kurapica groaned and let his eyelids fall shut. "I know," he admitted. "It's just not easy for me to do this, understand."

"I know," Kuroro assured him, "which is why I've been patient." He leaned forward once more, putting all of his weight onto his left hand while his right slipped under Kurapica's shirt once more. "Do you know just how patient I've been?"

Kurapica let out a shaky breath and arched minutely into the touch. "Why," he began, but he choked and had to try again, "why do you keep doing this?" He looked up at Kuroro, his eyes so red, so vulnerable. "From the beginning, I never understood your intentions."

Kuroro chuckled, his lips a mere centimetre for the boy's lips. "Because I want to, because it feels good." His fingers pulled at the string of Kurapica's pants, making the knot loosen and slide free. "Because you're beautiful and unique and because you feel amazing when you writhe underneath me." Kurapica's eyes opened even wider and a deep blush stained his cheeks. "Your reactions are wonderful, too," Kuroro continued with another chuckle.

"Shut up," the blond whispered, hiding his face into his hands.

"Can do," the taller man answered, and he lowered Kurapica's pants so he could slide his hand inside. The blond let out a soft, little sound that he clamped down onto. He bit onto his lower lip and Kuroro let his mouth slide down the skin of his pale throat. He rubbed him slowly over the fabric of his underwear, quite intent on leaving the blond so frustrated and hungry for more that he would know just how he'd left Kuroro feeling every single time that he'd backed down. He scraped his teeth over the boy's shoulder, liking the way the Kuruta's breath caught in his throat.

Kurapica shifted, lowered his hands and the taller man pulled away slightly so that he could look at him. Eyelids flickered a moment, then lifted slightly to reveal brilliant red irises. It wouldn't take much longer for Kuroro to recover from his orgasm, and he very much intended to drive the blond completely crazy until he was ready to push inside of him. He pulled the boy's pants lower and was inordinately pleased that the blond raised his hips slightly to help. He leaned forward again and caught his lips in a harsh kiss before he pulled away entirely. Kurapica looked confusedly up at him. "What?" he asked.

"Move up," the taller man commanded, pushing his own trousers and underwear down. Kurapica twisted away and crawled higher onto the mattress. The visual was amazing, but Kuroro doubted that the blond even realized just how tempting the view he presented was. He grabbed the lubricant from his bag and went after him, leaving him no time to turn around, but he nipped at his shoulder over the fabric of his T-shirt from behind. He ran his fingers down his spine and Kurapica gasped and stilled, though he let his forehead fall forward onto the mattress. The last time that Kuroro had come up behind him like this, he had freaked, but he seemed too far gone to think about things this time. He panted softly and Kuroro pulled his pants and underwear completely off. The blond made a soft sound, but it didn't sound like he was protesting, so Kuroro let his lips brush against the back of his neck and poured some lubricant onto his fingers. He took his time preparing him, slowly, so slowly, listening to every sound falling from Kurapica's lips, muffled as they were against the mattress, noticing every time that Kurapica's breath caught in his throat. Even when his fingers moved easily inside of him, he kept touching, kept teasing him, until he heard a muffled, choked little cry and then he moved away and looked at the blond, waiting to see what he would do.

At first, Kurapica held in place, but then he turned his head to the side and looked back at the taller man, looking so lost, so amazingly needy that Kuroro's resolve wavered. "Wha," the blond began, but it came out as more of a croak than a question.

"Turn over," Kuroro whispered, patting his hip, "unless you want me to take you just like this." He cocked his head and let the tip of his fingers trail over the pale skin. "You didn't like this last time."

"Since when do you listen?" the blond asked, but without any heat. He shifted to his side, but stopped when Kuroro shifted so that he was lying down next to him.

The older man's hand settled at the small of his back and he pulled him closer. "Since someone asked me to be nicer," he answered with a chuckle.

Kurapica made a soft, frustrated little sound in the back of his throat. Kuroro expected a sharp reply, but instead, the blond buried one hand in his hair and pulled him into a demanding kiss that took the older man by surprise. Again. Not that he was complaining. He licked at the boy's mouth and Kurapica parted his lips and let him deepen the kiss, groaning softly. He let go of his hair and reached down, wrapping his hand around Kuroro once more. He stroked him slowly at first, then faster. "You can stop being nice now," he informed him.

Kuroro sucked in a breath before he let it out in a soft chuckle. "So demanding," he teased. "Make up your mind."

"You like the uncertainty," the blond countered and kissed him again. Well, he wasn't entirely wrong. Kurapica pushed himself up onto one elbow and twisted them so he was hovering over the taller man, looking down at him with his fiery, crimson eyes, his hair falling around his head. He needed a haircut. They probably both did. "Admit it," the Kuruta went on, "if I were predictable, you would have grown bored long ago."

"I'll admit nothing," Kuroro answered with grin, which made the blond snort. Then, they were kissing again, and Kurapica's lips got more demanding and insistent, which was a refreshing change. Well, he'd probably teased him enough, Kuroro decided. He suddenly pushed against him until Kurapica was on his back, and he pushed his tongue forward, deepening the kiss, loving the way that it tore a deep moan from the blond. Kuroro settled between his thighs and pulled at the back of one leg, urging the Kuruta to lift his knee. He broke the kiss, bit lightly at his lower lip and initiated another one. Kurapica's arms crossed behind his neck and he arched deliciously into him.

"Stop teasing," the blond groaned against his mouth and really, he was getting ridiculously good at pushing Kuroro's buttons. He made a soft humming sound against Kurapica's lips and slowly pushed into him. The Kuruta started panting through his nose. He broke the kiss to arch his neck back, mouth parting open. Kuroro bit at his throat lightly and heard him gasp in response. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in. One of Kurapica's hands slipped from his shoulders and hit the mattress next to them. When the taller man rocked into him again, he rolled his hips into the movement and Kuroro bit down on a soft curse. He nipped at his Adam's apple and rocked into him again, loving the soft exhale that came out of the blond in response. The fifth time he pushed inside, Kurapica let out a soft moan.

Kuroro started moving a little faster, though not by much, and each thrust of his hips made the blond arch into him, his arm pulling Kuroro down, his head tilted back so that the taller man could nip and suck at his throat. Kuroro took his time, building up the pace slowly, until Kurapica groaned again, and then the Spider Head pushed himself higher with one arm, to get better leverage as he thrust inside sharply, tearing a sharp exclamation of surprise from the younger man. Another thrust and Kurapica let go of him entirely, putting his arm over his eyes, but the next thrust knocked it down and he tugged at his hair instead, panting harshly now. He seemed close, but Kuroro wasn't ready to come just yet, so he didn't touch him, kept thrusting into him instead, watching the blond writhe and pant helplessly underneath him, loving the sight of him losing control.

He picked up the pace, faster and harder still, and he ran one of his hands down the blond's chest, over the thin cotton of the T-shirt that he was still wearing. His fingers raked down the Kuruta's side and Kurapica let out a sharp cry and arched into him again. Kuroro sat back on his haunches, both hands pulling at the Kuruta's hips as he thrust into him with abandon. The younger man pulled at his blond hair with both hands, panting harshly, and it looked like he was about to find his release so Kuroro helped him along, letting go of his hip to wrap one hand around his member. He stroked him rapidly, desperate to come again now, knowing the feeling of the boy tightening around him would help him over the edge. Soon, Kurapica made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and his muscles tensed as he reached completion. Kuroro could focus on his own need then, and he grabbed both of the boy's hips again, ramming into him hard until he reached his climax. His hips slowed to a stop and he leaned forward again, to catch Kurapica's mouth into hard kiss that left them both panting breathlessly.

Kuroro pulled away and padded into the bathroom to find a washcloth. He heard a shuffling sound coming from the bed and then heard Kurapica walk closer. "I'm going back to my room," the blond informed him. He had put his cotton pants back on. "I'll come back tomorrow after my shower so that we can leave." Kuroro nodded silently and the blond stared at him for a moment longer. "Well," he finally said, "good night."

"Good night," Kuroro answered and stood in place, listening as Kurapica made his way back out. The door latched behind the Kuruta with a quiet click.