Author's Notes:
PAIRING: Leorio/Kurapika (Leopika).
RATING: Mature. The AO3 version has sexual content.
This is a sequel to Echoes of home, two tiers below.
This story features art by applecidrdonut on Twitter. To view the images, check out the version posted on Archive of Our Own (AO3 username: lemonpika).
Chapter 3: Ropes scorching against his wrists
Back at home, they're all over each other before they've even crossed the threshold. Lips connecting, disconnecting to the clock's ticking on the mantelpiece as they venture deeper inside.
Without disengaging from the drunken storm of their kiss, Leorio steers his lover toward the living room. He's groping her within an inch of her life — left hand shamelessly squeezing her ass, while his right hand works on unzipping her dress.
The zipper's stuck. He's just about to pin her down on the couch — he'll tear the dress in half if he has to — but just then, she stumbles backward and lands over the cushions.
He crouches by her feet. "You okay?"
She gives a little laugh. Shakes her head, as if trying to clear it. "I should've passed on that second shot, perhaps."
He pats her knee. "If anything, the tequila had the right idea. Remember what I told you back in the club? By the end of the night, you'll be right where I want you."
With this, he settles on the floor before her. He tugs off her heeled boots, then tosses them aside.
NOTE: The full third chapter is posted on AO3 under the same username.