A/N: After months of internal battling with myself (and really, I think good things are meant to be shared), here's the little omake I mentioned before. Hope it makes up with my erratic writing habit.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HXH
BETA: Aesclapia
Chapter 29: A Rude Interruption (Omake)
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The sensation of warm hands feeling up his stomach stirred Kurapika half-awake, his eyes blearily making out of the darkness of the surroundings. There was a faint source of light from the dim light on the wall, and he somehow recognized who had interrupted his sleep. Upon sensing that someone was right above him with their face buried on the crook of his neck, he instantly remembered that he was currently with Kuroro Lucifer in the middle of their session slash reconciliation.
An instinctive urge to push him away surged through him, but it wasn't as reckless as he expected. It slowly ebbed away and was replaced by mild annoyance for being woken up in such a way, with exhaustion and sleepiness threatening to take him over again. He mustered his remaining energy and brought his hand up and placed it on top of Kuroro's head, letting his fingers comb through the black strands, to get the man's attention.
Kuroro raised his head, dark orbs looking back at him with attentiveness and unnerving focus. There was something about the way he weighted down on Kurapika's body that suggested lethargy. It wasn't hard to figure out that Kuroro was exhausted and feeling lazy, too.
There was a slight movement, and Kuroro's lips were soon right above Kurapika's. Without saying a word, Kuroro helped himself and brushed their lips together, face angling to a side to deepen the kiss, eyes flickering close.
A bit slow in taking in the situation, Kurapika's eyes remained open and he stiffened at the contact, but soon recovered when Kuroro's warm and wet tongue darted out, requesting access. His heartbeat began to race but, albeit hesitantly, he opened his mouth and let the eager tongue roam inside, eyes closing, his own tongue attempting to match Kuroro's pace. This was a really rude way to wake up someone, Kurapika inwardly thought, but he didn't bother to voice out his objection, seeing that they both didn't mind it.
It was funny that despite the sleepiness and the hangover, everything was vivid in Kurapika's senses; the warm breath Kuroro cautiously let out, the way he held it back at times, his grunts ringing to Kurapika's ears, the slight reddening of his cheeks up to the tip of his ears. The bastard was evidently so turned on, the erection pressing against him confirmed it, and damn—this must be contagious because Kurapika could feel himself becoming sensitive, too.
Kuroro broke the kiss, lips wet and reddened, to give Kurapika another thorough look.
Fully awake now, Kurapika returned the gaze, eyeing the man while wondering what had gotten into him, but didn't hear any silly or mindless remarks. The silence between them remained, with Kuroro adjusting himself above him. He sat on the mattress and parted Kurapika's legs, comfortably settling between them, the boy absently going along with it because heck— they were going that direction anyway. Seeing that Kuroro was decisive to keep this silence going, and Kurapika not having the energy to exchange banters with him either, he kept his mouth shut and bottled his protests.
He thought Kuroro would begin with his usual foreplays but it gave him a start when he grabbed at his length, hand running from the root up to the tip, quickly stirring it awake. No noise came from Kurapika's mouth, but he couldn't help biting his lower lip. Kuroro continued focusing his attention there, hand moving up and down, eyes unwavering and looking solely at Kurapika. That pinning gaze was annoying but Kurapika couldn't bring himself to tear away from it. He met it head-on, determinedly keeping his eyes on their normal hue, and endured the embarrassment.
This seemed to excite Kuroro, hence he pumped harder, faster and more impatiently. The force with which the sensation was building up in him, coming at once, and he wanted nothing but for Kuroro to finish it.
He wondered if Kuroro would let him come; he knew he was cruel enough not to allow him unless he was feeling good himself, but it shocked him when Kuroro abruptly crouched down and took his tip in his mouth—and just when he was about to climax. Kurapika frantically tried to stop himself from letting it go, but it was too late for he was getting very near the edge, and that must have been Kuroro's intention from the get-go. His length twitched and it embarrassed him to no end when he spurted forth inside Kuroro's mouth.
He wanted to push him away, tell him off for doing it, but was reminded of his own promise to tolerate the guy. This one was no doubt included in that deal.
Left with no choice, he relaxed and let his uncooperative body ride along the carnal drive, and hell—as if to add more to his shame, he came a lot... and the bastard was sapping it out until the last drop.
His eyes turned scarlet in utter embarrassment. This was impossible—how could he come so much with such a simple stimulation and consecutively at that? Was his body becoming strange? Goddammit; he could secure that his resolve would not budge when it came to Kuroro, but the man was inflicting a different kind of change in him.
Kuroro straightened up with a steeled expression on his face. It gave an impression of dogged determination. Kuroro rarely made expressive faces, so whenever he did, it caught Kurapika off-guard. He idly wondered what Kuroro was planning to do next.
Still not speaking a word, Kuroro brought his fingers to his opening and rubbed at it. Kurapika winced at that; it still stung a bit after so much rubbing and forceful intrusions, and dread slithered through him at the thought of being breached again. But it was something he couldn't do anything about, so he had a little choice but to bear with it.
Kuroro's other hand crawled all over the mattress as if looking for something and when he found it, he raised his hand with the lubricant bottle on it.
The next things were predictable; Kuroro coated his fingers and prepared Kurapika, watched out for his reactions, gauging if he was loosened enough, and positioned himself for the actual intrusion.
"...!" Kurapika managed not to cry out and only inhaled sharply the moment the tip of Kuroro's hard manhood tried to push in. He clenched his knuckles as Kuroro pressed further. His body involuntarily arched, mouth opened with unvoiced scream, when Kuroro buried it to the hilt. The man stayed like that for a few moments, letting Kurapika get used with it, then playfully moved his hips to test the tightness. The way he kept his usually loud mouth shut tonight was disarming. Wasn't he going to say anything? He should be making fun of Kurapika by now, shouldn't he? Or making a fuss over Kurapika holding back his voice? As it stood, Kuroro was adamant to savor everything and not letting any unnecessary conversation to break the spell that was their intimate connection right now.
And frankly, Kurapika didn't have the energy nor right mindset now to trade insults with him. It was taking him all of his will to stay awake and see through this round. He figured this silent treatment wasn't bad now and then.
Kuroro hovered above him, bracing both his arms under Kurapika's armpits to support his own weight, indicating that he would start moving whether Kurapika was ready or not.
His hips did the first wave, and Kurapika couldn't help but hitch a breath, repressing a moan that nearly spilled from his mouth. He also couldn't help but notice the expanse of skin presented before him. Kuroro did possess a marvelous, sturdy chest no matter how much Kurapika ignored it, and he was overcame with the urge to touch it. Kuroro always prodded him about feeling free to touch, anyway. Why not?
He placed his palms over them. The skin felt softer than he expected. It was flawless, too. Just a bit wet with sweat, but it was okay so far.
Kuroro must be surreptitiously surprised, but the rhythm of his thrusts didn't falter, so did the gaze he cast on Kurapika. Kuroro caged him not only by their bodies tangled together, but also by those looks in his eyes. The dark orbs were all to him as if saying 'only look at me,' and the last thing Kurapika wanted to do was be fazed by it, a sign of running away.
Dauntless and challenging, Kurapika met those callous eyes with equally dignified gaze. He might be stifling moans right now, but he wasn't backing down on this.
He swore that at one point, Kuroro smiled smugly, maybe for being amused at Kurapika's determination, but held it back to avoid annoying the Kuruta. Somehow, Kurapika could control his voice by regulating his breathing, and he secretly made a memo to practice being this quiet whenever they did this.
Kurapika's heart skipped a beat when Kuroro closed in to him and captured his lips for a searing kiss. As if encouraged, Kuroro heightened his speed and swung his hips violently, each thrust was deep and unforgiving, and Kurapika absently moaned aloud against Kuroro's mouth, eyes widened in shock and disbelief. This bastard pulling this kind of trick when he least expected it...
Kuroro let go of his lips, catching his breath, and Kurapika let out a long, audible whimper before he could stop himself. He hadn't collected himself completely yet, but Kuroro already lunged for another hungry kiss, one hand fastened over Kurapika's head as if to hold him in place before commencing his relentless ramming again.
The deep penetration was hitting him on his very sensitive spots, and Kurapika's eyes watered. Mercy was definitely not in Kuroro's vocabulary. He was losing grip of his senses, and the intermingling feelings of pleasure and pain, along with Kuroro's scent, wiped his mind clear. He couldn't think straight anymore.
When all of a sudden, Kuroro stopped and pulled out.
Drunken with pleasure, Kurapika could only look at him in bleary puzzlement. Without even consulting him, Kuroro flipped him over to his back and motioned him to lift his hips by clamping his hands on it. Kurapika understood it and complied without a second thought.
Their connection returned anew, and this time it felt different. He could feel Kuroro's manhood solidly in him, and his insides were accommodatingly molding around it. It was huge and throbbing with need. What the hell... why was Kuroro so turned on like this?
Kuroro resumed his interrupted business. His hands were braced on his sides, a bit of weight pressed down on him, and Kuroro smoothly carried on with his pumping. The sound of their skins slapping punctured the still air. Kurapika forgot to hold back his voice, hands clenched tight on the covers.
He buried his face on the pillow and let out a throaty moan; Kuroro must have heard it but it didn't matter at this point. The bastard was making loud noises himself.
At that indication.. Kuroro burst forth with audible pants and continued movements of his hips, the aftermath of his intense orgasm. Kurapika was filled to the brim, and was reminded of his own plenty release earlier. So this... was the result of their abstinence, huh.
He let his knees fall upon sensing that Kuroro's spent member was removed. Heaving his breath, he anticipated Kuroro to lean closer to him...and that was exactly what Kuroro did.
Kuroro laid on top of his back, legs splayed, nose nuzzling at the crook of his neck. He inhaled and planted a kiss on Kurapika's shoulder.
Kurapika lifted his head at that. He looked sideways, eyeing the man curiously, and expectedly had his lips captured again. For someone who had his good time, Kuroro had the audacity to claim rewards.
Well... he somewhat deserved it.
Tapping Kuroro's cheek, Kurapika beckoned him to get off of him. The man got it and rolled over. Kurapika didn't bother to lay on his back and stayed still. Eyes drooping, he caught the sight of Kuroro retrieving the blanket on the foot of the bed and covered themselves with it, then he subconsciously drifted back to sleep.