Chapter 3


"You, my friend, are going to get laid."

"I haven't even replied yet." Kurapika didn't hold back, giving Leorio an appreciative punch on the shoulder. "And it doesn't seem normal to meet so soon."

The only thing that was more difficult than speaking to a stranger online was actually meeting them in person. He left the message on read, deciding to entertain the idea over lunch before coming to a decision.

"What's not normal is that you've been texting this guy for an entire day," Leorio pointed out, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder, "when it's taken us months to wrangle a response out of you. What do you guys even talk about?"

"He has some nice interests," he answered vaguely, taking a sip of his drink. The paper cup was warm in his palms, a small checkbox denoting coffee on the side. It likely cost as much as Leorio's home-prepared meal, but that didn't deter him from purchasing a drink every day.

"He sounds like an old man with those cultured and sophisticated hobbies. Sounds boring as hell, but he looks rich to me."

"It's a reach to say that he's wealthy when we don't know anything about him."

"That's the point of this kind of thing. You're supposed to meet in person in order to—"

"I take that back," Kurapika interrupted. He was met with the notification of a new message, one that caught his attention for a long moment. He simply stared at the screen with widened eyes.

if you have time, would you like to meet here?

At least Kuroro didn't delay in making his intentions clear. There was an attached address and photo of the proposed meeting place following his previous message. At a loss for words, he showed the screen to Leorio.

"That's one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Yorknew! Reservations have to be booked two months in advance, so he has to have some kind of connection." Leorio's eyes were bright with excitement that he wished he could feel. He took the phone from Kurapika and pulled up more photos from a search engine, showing a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city in all its elegance. "You usually get invited to bars for the first meeting, so I'm impressed."

"Isn't this excessive? I would much prefer a meeting over coffee."

Their first meeting didn't have to necessarily be a date, and if they were on their way to becoming friends, then transitioning to real life made sense. The location, however, didn't sit well with him given that Kuroro was willing to spend so much just for their first meeting. He took another sip of his drink, wondering if Kuroro liked coffee too.

"Why don't you indulge for once?" Leorio proposed. "You don't do anything except work and study. You say that you don't have time, but it doesn't hurt to go out and have fun once in awhile. You're allowed to have other friends besides us."

"If you haven't noticed, I don't exactly like indulging." Buying himself a coffee or a new book just wasn't on the same scale as spending a night in such a luxurious manner. Between all of his responsibilities, he rarely had time even for his friends. "What if he's expecting something—more?"

His tone was the only indication Leorio needed to know that he was nervous. "You don't have much to lose, Kurapika. If anything, you get a nice dinner and meet someone you never would have never gotten the chance to. You're a smart guy, you don't have to be pressured to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I'm feeling more pressured by you than him," Kurapika groaned, earning a laugh from him. "I don't even know what I want to do."

"You're talking to him because you're interested in him, right?"

"I don't know." He couldn't ignore the sly look coming from Leorio. "I mean, I suppose that I'm interested. Messaging each other for only a day is no basis for a relationship."

"But it's definitely a start," Leorio said thoughtfully. "Don't worry about it! If he turns out to be a creep, I'll punch him for you."

Kurapika laughed. "I can punch him myself, thank you very much."

Composing a reply was difficult when his fingers were constantly hitting the wrong keys and creating grammatical errors. It seemed like such a big step, meeting Kuroro in person.

I'm not certain if I'm ready to meet. Are you sure you want to see me?

there's this view that inspired one of k. l.'s books and you can see it perfectly well from the restaurant. i would love to share it with their number one fan.

Kurapika's blush came full force. It was as if Kuroro said things like that just to get a reaction from him, even if he wasn't there to witness it.

i was thinking that it would be easier to continue this conversation in person, but i completely understand if you aren't ready to meet.

As much as he was nervous, he recognized a trace of anticipation that fueled his curiosity and motivated him to refrain from deleting the app. His heart was racing as he typed out his message.

"I'm going," Kurapika decided. There was a knowing look on Leorio's face and his smile was infuriatingly cheerful that it frustrated him to no end. "But I'm blaming you if this goes wrong."

It's fine. I'll see you on Sunday night.

i'm looking forward to meeting you, kurapika.

"I have to get to class now," Kurapika said in a rush, feeling increasingly flustered. He stood up to take his leave, crumpling the paper cup in his hand.

Leorio called out to him as an afterthought. "Don't forget me when you've ascended to the upper one percent!"

Kurapika didn't look back.

Sunday was still a few days away, but that didn't stop him from hours of communication with Kuroro, exchanging stories about their favorite foods, what they did for work, and where they came from. He tried not to mention K. L. unless Kuroro had brought up the topic first, though it wasn't too difficult as he began opening up and learning more about Kuroro.

He discovered that were a few occasions where Kuroro was scolded by one of his employees, a woman named Pakunoda, and nearly had his phone confiscated since he was so occupied with messaging Kurapika during work hours. Despite that he was her boss, she had threatened that he would never see his phone again if he continued to be distracted during meetings.

Kuroro also liked crème caramel pudding as much as he liked coffee, and he always drank his coffee with two spoonfuls of sugar. He even continued making the occasional flirtatious remark—

dessert when we meet for dinner? i'd rather have you. +;)

It was well into the evening on Saturday when his phone screen flashed with a notification. He sighed, laying back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling before opening the app.

how's your night coming along?

I'm in bed right now.

He immediately regretted sending the message. There were other things he could have written, and he didn't particularly want Kuroro getting the wrong idea.

that's a nice visual.

there's so many things i'd like to do if you were here. i can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Kurapika bit his lip, thinking of a response. He was being propositioned, wasn't he?

While he didn't exactly know what proper conventions were for this sort of situation, he chose to encourage Kuroro, curious about where this would lead.

What would you do?

Rather than a text response, he received a photo. This time, Kuroro was sitting up against the headboard, only dressed in his pants. The top buttons on his pants were undone, revealing the waistband of his black briefs. There was a teasing look in his eyes, igniting a sharp feeling within Kurapika, and it was unfair that he could look so attractive without effort.

Are you doing what I think you're doing?

would you like me to stop?

The next photo from Kuroro had his zipper pulled down, and Kurapika could see his prominent erection straining against the material. Kurapika couldn't stop the blush from spreading across his face. This should have offended him, but he found himself typing otherwise.

No.

Don't stop.

Kuroro didn't waste any time in sending his next photo. He was palming himself through his briefs, and Kurapika couldn't help but imagine how he would act when he was touching himself. Would he still be so confident and assertive? Or would he be bashful, flushed all the way to his ears?

You must be enjoying yourself.

of course. i just want you, right now.

Despite that he couldn't hear him, the affirmation just radiated with smugness. Kuroro may have been a self-confident idiot, but Kurapika was equally idiotic for wanting him as much as he did right now.

What would you do to me? Kurapika repeated.

i'd start by running my hands over your body. i'd take my time and touch you gently, over your chest, down to your thighs, parting your legs—

The heat in his abdomen pooled downward, and Kurapika had to resist the urge to slip his hand underneath his clothing.

i'd have your legs wrapped around my waist and watch how you respond to me. this would be our first time together, so i would ensure that you were comfortable. i'd wrap my hand around you, still gently, of course.

His resolve crumbled just like that. There was a moment of hesitation, but he pulled down his undergarments along with his pajama pants. He lay back in a more comfortable position on the bed, fixated on the photos of Kuroro, taking his own member in his hand and stroking gently.

Typing on his other hand was troublesome to maneuver. It was embarrassing and against all rational judgment, but it was also somewhat exciting and Kuroro managed to sweep him along effortlessly.

You don't have to necessarily be gentle.

how do you like it?

He only knew how to pleasure himself, so he had never experienced how it felt for someone else to do it for him.

I don't really know. I might like exploring different things.

He thrusted slowly into his hand, aware that Kuroro was most likely doing the same. It intensified his pleasure, knowing that Kuroro had wanted him as much as he wanted Kuroro.

we can figure it out together then. i'd press my lips over every part of you—kiss you until you beg me for more.

There was a delay until his next message.

would you beg if I asked you to?

He didn't know how to respond to that. It wasn't as if he needed to beg before, but he was overwhelmed with the urge for Kuroro to touch him. He entertained the thought of Kuroro's lips on his own, soft, then demanding.

You'd have to make me.

then i'd want to hear you call out my name. i'll have you come for me, my name on your lips.

Kurapika let out a soft moan, letting his eyes flutter open and closed. He wondered if Kuroro made sounds or if he was quiet, if he could make Kuroro moan too.

i want to see you.

Should I show you?

yes.

please.

Just that one word from Kuroro made him shiver. He stroked himself a few more times before he was brought to completion, his whole body trembling with him, the image of Kuroro burning in his mind. He gasped, trying to catch his breath as he didn't stop shaking.

His abdomen and thighs were slick with come, but he was so satisfied that he didn't care. When he was done, he relaxed against the sheets and snapped a photo of his face, all flushed and his hair sticking to his cheeks with sweat. Perhaps he was imagining things, or it may have been the lighting, but his irises were flecked with a scarlet hue. He sent the photo, wondering what this between him and Kuroro actually was.

you're beautiful. i want to make you look like that when we meet.

Kurapika's heart raced painfully as he thought about what could possibly happen tomorrow.


Notes: I sure wonder if K. L. writes erotica!

This wasn't as explicit as I wanted it to be, so I'll save the lewdness for the future chapters. This chapter made me laugh because I think that Kuroro is a bad texter (sexter?) but Kurapika's the only one who finds it hot lmao...

And no, Kuroro's not going to be some kind of sugar daddy. If you are interested in that kind of story, then it'd have to be a separate fic. What I do want to want to write after completing my outstanding projects would be my coffee shop AU where Kurapika's the barista that keeps on spelling Kuroro's name wrong on purpose +:)

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