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Marshall's eyes widened as he looked up to Kurama, face burning red. Kurama felt satisfaction from seeing his reaction, as well as the pulse on his neck pumping a mile a minute. Feeling more in control made him pleased. Now placing his other knee in between Marshall's legs he kept eye contact with Marshall. Reaching down confidently to feel the man's crotch, his face now close to Marshall's as he took in his reaction.

Marshall gasped out a moan as he closed his eyes to his touch, that made Kurama smile openly. He leaned close to Marshall, now gliding his lips across his jaw, moving his mouth lower as he began slowly licking his neck. Kurama almost lost control again when he felt Marshall's deep moan under him. Lust was taking over as Marshall's hands slid up Kurama's body, being more assertive than he had all night.

"…huhh..." Kurama breathed heat onto Marshall's neck, then continued, now feeling his body fall closer to him.

No one ever touched Kurama. The occasional pat on the back or comforting touch to his shoulder from his teammates, were fully welcomed, but that's as far as either side allowed. He wasn't sure he'd even hugged his friends… not even Yusuke, who acted like he had no boundaries—yet Kurama often noted his loud friend's quiet respect toward him. He probably was the person who touched Kurama the most. But again, there was still minimal exchange between them. It was the fault of his own that ensured this, but the way he was being handled now—somehow brought up feelings of missing something that was so foreign to him. How could one miss something they never did…?

Of course tonight there was no hesitation from him, thanks to his heat, but even through this haze he could mentally feel himself fighting the urge to recoil. Even though he wanted more, badly, his head was spinning. But he'd already passed the threshold. His heat wouldn't allow him to stop, but he needed to shut himself up, just for tonight. Kurama had to let himself go; he couldn't take restraints right now. So he finally did, again—his heat making it easy to finally allowing his body to take over.

He wanted to be touched so much. And he felt freedom from the temporary lock he'd placed on himself. So he leaned back again onto his knees, looking to Marshall intently. He reached up to unbutton the silk shirt that was blocking touch. It was too fitted for Marshall to get into, so he'd remove the thing to allow more. He desperately wanted to feel Marshall's hands move on him, so the was thankful when he was finally able to pull it off. Gracefully swaying his body a few times as he pulled it up over his head and past his hair, now feeling his hair fall against his bare torso. He glanced back, dropping it to the ground then looking back to the man who was taking him in once more. He leaned down again to where he was seconds ago but was surprised when he felt his own body jerk with a startle once Marshall's hands slide up his sides with haste.

"Ah-" His voice barely broke as he stayed by Marshall's neck.

Now enjoying the feeling of Marshall's hands gliding down his bare skin, around his sides, and up again. He wanted this, but it was better than he hoped. The man continued feeling his shoulders, arms, and over again to take him all in. Caressing each part of his skin but moving quick to ensure to feel every inch. Kurama closed his eyes as he enjoyed himself, now picking up from where he left off as he started again to kiss Marshall's neck again. He wanted the man even more now. His hand moved quickly back to Marshall's crotch, pressing down aggressively as he began to stroke up and down on Marshall's hard crotch. Marshall moaned out as he continued to feel Kurama. He had gotten worked up so quickly by Marshall's accidental grip of pain. But clearly he didn't mind it. He'd always wondered… but until now he wasn't able to confirm, he really did enjoy pain with pleasure.

"Mmmm…"

Marshall continued to feel Kuarma, one hand stayed on his back, and the other moving to his chest and down his stomach. Marshall pulled his head back some so he could get another look at the body on him, moving his hand back up Kurama's chest then down again once more.

"You're perfect." He looked at him in disbelief.

Kurama barely lifted his head, staying close to Marshall's face as he gently smirked with pride. He now removed his hand from Marshall's crotch, allowing his craving for dominance to take over as he moved both hands to hold Marshall's face. Being on his knees was nice, it allowed for Kurama to be over Marshall for once this evening. He leaned in to again kiss the man, occasionally opening his mouth to breathe. Now leaning in deeper he let his body fall against Marshall's once more, this time pressing his erection onto him, encouraging him to move faster. Marshall's eyes widened, and he moaned. Kurama slipped his tongue into Marshall's mouth. He submitted to Kurama's demands willingly as his head rested back on the couch, enjoying the beauty taking charge.

To Kurama's pleasure he felt Marshall's hands move up to his butt, grabbing him tightly and pulling Kurama against himself. Kurama was definitely getting lost in his heat, but the weakness from it angered him, the lust flowing through him was wonderful, and he wasn't sure his body would last much longer. He pulled away from their kiss as he gasped out, now leaning forward to rest his forehead on the couch next to where Marshall's head was. He was breathing loudly trying to rest a bit, then he felt eyes on him, his eyes shot over to see Marshall watching him.

Kurama felt his eyes widen… no one ever looked at him that way.

He kept eye contact with those beautiful blue ones as he continued to pant through his lust, eyes now relaxing but staying focused on Marshall's—not looking away. All while still enjoying the hands that massaged and felt him below. The man was clearly confident with each movement he made, looking back into those eyes confirmed that. This was okay, where he was, who he was with, and what he was doing. It surprised Kurama that he got comfort from those eyes. He was a stranger… but here they were, sharing something that Kurama didn't think strangers should share together.

Marshall barely smirked as he broke eye contact, now lifting his head so he could watch his own hands feel Kurama. Closing his eyes, Kurama stayed still, enjoying Marshall pleasuring, and feeling him. Breathing out a gasp, he felt anger as his body now began to shake. He didn't think he could wait much longer. He automatically begin to grind his hard crotch onto Marshall's firm body, Marshall encouraged it by moaning out and grabbing Kurama's butt tighter. Both hands now helping Kurama push down against him with each thrust. Knowing later this may bring shame to him, Kurama swallowed as he shut his eyes tighter. Hearing his own panting, and feeling his body move the way it did on Marshall was desperately pathetic. This was what he needed, he may hate it, but it was. Thankfully his heat allowed for that shame to be quickly thrown to the wind.

Kurama, still panting, leaned into him to rest. Unplugging his mind once more, now fully engulfed in what they were doing. He was shocked by how comfortable he was in someone else's arms…

Surprising Kurama, Marshall abruptly turned their bodies and easily pushed Kurama down to the couch. He felt relief immediately now being able to rest on his back, glad Marshall was taking charge. Marshall was breathing just as hard as Kurama, on his knees, now straddling Kurama's body as he paused for a moment. He stared in awe again, his eyes took in and studied the person below him, Kurama watched, allowing the man to take it all.

He liked Marshall watching, so he took this moment to reach for his own pants, keeping eye contact with Marshall as his mouth continued to pant openly. Marshall's eyes followed, giving full attention to Kurama. Unbuttoning his jeans and pushed opened the zipper, Kurama shifted his body to push his pants and underwear lower.

Marshall swallowed as his eyes widened, Kurama hesitated as he saw a flash of panic across Marshall's face. He gasped out as he looked to Kurama, and with haste leaned down over him, quickly stopping all movements with the weight of his body on Kurama. His eyes were still wide as he looked at Kurama in a panic. Kurama frowned in confusion, searching the man's eyes as he felt Marshall's breath hitting his face.

"I've never done this before." He whispered quickly, only able to be heard because he was so close.

…

What?

…

Kurama narrowed his eyes in confusion as his head turned to the side—barely able to rip himself out of what they were doing. Never done... what, before? His mind went blank… He was frustrated Marshall had stopped, but now he had to let himself think in order to figure out what was happening. Marshall waited for Kurama to respond, staying close and studying his eyes with anxiety.

Kurama finally realized what it felt like to be the slow one. ...Never had sex before? Kurama closed his eyes and barely shook his head at himself, he has a child for Christ's sake.

Idiot.

Then he held his breath for a second, opening his mouth to speak as his eyes shot back up to Marshall's, full of realization. "Bull shit."

Marshall shook his head now, worry obvious in his expression; Kurama could tell the poor man's thoughts were being pulled in many directions right now.

"Never."

"With a man…?" Kurama asked calmly through his breathing, still gathering what was happening.

He repeated. "Never."

Even while admitting this, he confidently said so. His eyes stayed strong with Kurama's, waiting for guidance, only showing a hint of embarrassment.

Kurama couldn't stop from finding this enduring. He felt for the man for the second time tonight... Marshall was not lying. How had he been so wrong about him up until now? He wasn't the man-whore that Kurama decided him to be after all… this emotion was pure. But he really did seem so smooth and confident. Maybe, like Kurama, he didn't think they'd get to this point…?

It had been a while since Kurama had to tell himself he'd been wrong.

But he had been wrong about Marshall.

He was wrong.

"I don't mind."

Marshall looked stunned, eyes wandering for a moment to think, then back, "...but I don't-"

"You need to know nothing." Kurama interrupted, trying to get things going again, but also encouraging him. He wouldn't share it with Marshall, but he'd never done this before either. He'd had sex, but... didn't have any say, that time. He closed his eyes to that thought, looking away to leave Marshall hanging.

"Shuichi…" That snapped him out of it, "I'm s- "

"No apology." He quickly looked at Marshall, as if he was speaking to himself.

He felt himself tremble some, as he was barely able to push those unwanted thoughts away. He smiled warmly to Marshall, reaching up to slide his hand back to the nape of his neck. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to comfort him. Maybe it was due to his own helpless feelings surfacing, or maybe because he actually… liked this person.

Marshall stared.

Kurama kept his smile as he pulled Marshall back down toward him, kissing him again. This one was gentler, and Marshall was hesitant. But Kurama wouldn't have that, he wanted that fire back. He pulled away just enough to look back to those eyes.

"Move." He said calmly as he reached down to undo Marshall's belt, and pants, with haste he pushed his hands past the fabric to grab Marshall's manhood.

Just barely having followed his instructions, Marshall's eyes now widened, Kurama started stroking Marshall up and down. Gasping out, Marshall immediately pressed his lips into Kurama's, sliding his tongue into his mouth again. Kurama rested his head back as he moaned loudly, letting go faster this time in order to keep Marshall distracted. His hands sped up, …he was ready.

"Ahh..." Marshall moaned, the lust clear in his voice.

Kurama sighed anxiously as he pulled his hands out, leaning back enough to look at Marshall once more, giving him a look of confidence. It was odd, he felt he was the one taking advantage of this man, yet he also felt trust toward him. He smirked with open cockiness, as he then turned his body over, now laying on his stomach. Still breathing hard and enjoying Marshall's deep breathing along with his. He looked back to Marshall while he pushed his pants and underwear down for him—feeling completely vulnerable, but the lust smothered that quickly again. Marshall stared in awe, as he finally snapped out of it. To Kurama's surprised, he slapped Kurama's hand off his own pants, loudly, making his adrenaline pump. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Hold still." Marshall said, a hint of nerves still present, but his confidence overpowered it.

He grabbed Kurama's arm and pushed it up again his lower back, as his breathing was now quicker. Marhsall continued what Kurama started, pulling Kurama's underwear and jeans down roughly. Kurama arched his back, impatiently waiting for Marshall. There was a pause, and when he glanced back through some hair that had fallen over his eyes, he saw Marshall looking at his body in awe for the millionth time. Kurama smirked, Marshall now slid both his hands up Kurama's back, making Kurama moan out. This man didn't know how much he was teasing him right now. He was impatient, so he arched back even more, pressing his nakedness against Marshall's crotch. Marshall's eyes widened as his hands slid back to Kurama's hips, pulling him tight against himself.

Kurama breathed out, exhaustion setting in once more, he rested his head back on the couch as he heard Marshall fully undoing his belt, throwing it to the floor. Then moving his pants, Kurama felt his heart skip, the fear, anticipation, and excitement was a lot. Finally though, Kurama felt Marshall's hands return to his hips, and he sighed out, closing his eyes. He felt Marshall take just a second to get it, then finally pushed himself in Kurama.

"Ahhh!" Kurama's mouth moaned loudly on its own as his eyes shot open due to the pleasure. His heart was racing, and the fear stayed a bit, even though his relief was coming.

Marshall grunted behind him as Kurama felt him lean over his body. He used one hand to support himself, and the other to stay on one of Kurama's hips to keep control.

"Mmmmm..." Kurama ground his teeth together, attempting to stifle his moan, but he couldn't help himself from arching his back even more, impatiently pushing back towards Marshall with desperation.

"Ahh..." Marshall gasped out as he started taking him, lust now in charge.

Kurama was relieved that he was finally having sex. And it was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced... he never would have thought, but he knew his heat made every touch feel like ecstasy…

…

Though… something suddenly seemed off. Kurama was enjoying himself, but suddenly found his eyes locked onto the pink roses in front of him. He couldn't… no, he wouldn't allow himself to look away from them. That initial fear was gone, but his anxiety grew. Even though this felt amazing, something distracted him. Why!? His hand instinctively moved up to his mouth, covering it as he felt Marshall's rhythm inside him. He also realized his lips were caught in between his teeth—as if ready to bite down any second. He felt Marshall grab his hair and move it out of his face, now gently twisting it up as he held it tight, exposing Kurama's neck.

His pace picked up, and with each thrust, Kurama couldn't think he could hold back his moans. Marshall groaned again as he leaned over Kurama's body once more, now kissing his neck. Kurama on the other hand could only focus on the rhythm. All of this felt so good, but each time a surge of pleasure hit his body, his teeth tightened around his lip. there was something not allowing him to focus. A weight, as if something bad was about to happen.

…

Was he having a panic attack?

…His mind got so quiet.

…

"…I will always have the memory of your face to give comfort."

…

No.

…

This was ridiculous.

…

He tasted blood. Adding to the pleasure of what he felt and starting to knock him out of whatever the hell this was.

…

His breath picked up, no longer in rhythm with Marshall's.

Stop it!

…

His eyes widened, reclaiming his focus. Nothing could get in the way of what he needed right now. But he was disturbed to feel that come out of nowhere as he lowered his hand and released the grip his teeth had on his inner lip. He sighed out loudly, finally allowing a moan out this time. These fucking mind games never seemed to stop, he'd played before, this time was just a bit different.

Kurama wanted to feel some more control, as he now refocused on where he was, and what he was doing. So he pushed himself up with his wobbly arms, glad he was able to breathe better. He watched as his hair moved like red waves below him.

…Something he'd seen before.

He swallowed, quickly reaching up with one hand in an attempt to remove some of his own hair that had gotten stuck around his neck. Marshall didn't slow, so Kurama had to pause as he moaned out loud again, this position felt even better. He dropped his head as he focused on his hair, the ends of it lying on the couch.

"Stay there."

Kurama felt the damned butterflies again as his eyes widened. Marshall reached up with his free hand, helping Kurama unravel his twisted hair away from him, as well as moving some stuck on his face. Kurama could breathe even easier, now. Hearing that voice had calmed him, and that frustrated Kurama.

Instinctively glaring back to Marshall, Kurama then paused, being completely distracted by seeing Marshall taking him. He never realized he'd like that, until now. Kurama looked back down to the couch quickly, feeling his heart rate pick up. He then felt Marshall reach up to grab the back of his neck with the same free hand he just used gently on his hair. This allowed for Marshall to thrust harder.

"Ah!" Kurama eyes widened, not realizing how much he would like this. Marshall went deeper, and Kurama arched back as he moaned loudly, surprised Marshall's intervention pulled him out of whatever the hell that was…

Marshall's grip on his neck tightened, and Kurama's stomach swirled. He reached up to the hand that was on the back of his neck and guided it around to the front. Marshall didn't question as he now gripped tighter, slightly choking Kurama. By this point Kurama was now moaning with each thrust, and Marshall had picked up his pace to a quick one. He then felt Marshall's hand that was on his hip slide to the front of him. Kurama gasped out in surprise as Marshall grabbed his hardness.

"AHhhh!" Kurama lost control, suddenly feeling himself getting close to orgasm.

He blocked out any shame that came with that yell, and thankfully got distracted by his arms weakening, so he allowed himself to lower quickly back to the couch. He finally was able to zone out and enjoy, keeping his butt up for Marshall and stomach raised enough for his hand to continue. Marshall continued deep inside Kurama now as each thrust slowed but jerked along with his hand.

"Ahh… ahhh… ahhh..."

"Hmmm!" Marshall groaned along with him.

A twinge of pain was barely noticeable, but while Marshall hand continued to stroke his manhood the pain just induced more pleasure. Kurama began feeling restless as he tried to minimize his fidgeting, feeling his orgasm come. He looked back to Marshall who was gasping out as well and happen to look at Kurama right then. Kurama looked away much too quickly, embarrassed to see the man he submitted too, but his orgasm distracted him right out of any potential thoughts. Then, Marshall finally thrusted quicker, as his hand quickened its pace.

Kurama couldn't believe the feeling he got when orgasm started. The room was almost gone, as his breath stopped, all that could be heard were their movements, and one finally thrust did it. He yelled out, reaching up quickly to tighten his grip on Marshall's hand around his neck. Marshall mimicked him, gripping his neck just a little more. Kurama's eyes widened fully, finally feeling his orgasm. Marshall's other hand was so warm on his manhood as he began to cum. His entire body was shaking now as he was engulfed in something he'd never felt before.

"Ahhh!..-hah-ahhhh!" He continued to moan each time Marshall would move.

Marshall's hand moved from Kurama's manhood and went to gently rub his back up and down, as Kurama felt his body go completely limp without permission. Somehow Marshall's hands ended up on Kurama's hips, not allowing his hips to move an inch, as he too grunted out a moan, having one last thrust into him. Kurama realized Marshall was now having an orgasm as well. The feeling of the warmth inside him was shockingly pleasant, making him gasp out again as he reached back in instinct to grab at the hands that held his hips, ending up gripping Marshall's wrist. His mind was racing, but he wasn't even sure about what, and his body was pure instinct as the pleasure flew threw him.

"Uhuh-uh..." Marshall grunted as he pulled Kurama tighter up against him with another loud moan, entirely ignoring Kurama's hand grasping him. Kuarma could feel the orgasm inside him, and that made his stomach swirl again as he too whimpered out one last moan.

Time seemed to stop for a while, but eventually Kurama felt Marshall release his hips, and pull out of him. His body lowered to the couch, happy to feel the relief he had been avoiding for over a month. He heard Marshall still trying to slow his breathing, but Kurama cared about nothing right now. He was in bliss.

His arm hung off the side of the couch, and his eyes watched the beautiful roses that comforted him this entire evening. Hearing his own deep breathing also provided comfort and relaxed him. Not bothering to move as he felt Marshall lean to the floor, then adjust himself behind Kurama to pull his body close—laying down behind him. He felt a soft blanket being pulled over him and Marshall. Then Marshall lifted Kurama, allowing for his own arm to be his pillow. Kurama was pleased this was over with and was surprised he didn't mind Marshall holding him close. He hesitated as he watched Marshall's other arm wrap up around the front of him, firming holding Kurama close. The man's deep breath out was calming. Normally he'd…

…well, this wasn't normal.

He was too tired to care. He said he'd stop thinking tonight, his body was tired and begging for sleep. So, he rested his head on Marshall's arm, still feeling the man's deep breathing behind him comforting…