Kurama frowned, he was interested, but didn't want to know any weird secrets.
Marshall put one of the keys into the lock, it took him a second to wiggle it the right way before it unlocked. He pushed opened the door, now looking back to Kurama. "Come on—watch your step." He spoke calmly as he glanced down, stepping in carefully.
Kurama raised an eyebrow, walking over to peek inside. The floor was metal grate along with the stairs. The railing was thin, but solid metal too. It was old, and you could smell the rust that was on a lot of the metal's surfaces. The air was so much thicker due to the high humidity in the building, and it smelled far different than outside. He looked up to the ceiling seeing several large windows lining it, allowing in plenty of sun, one had probably been propped open long ago—letting air circulate.
There was a beautiful staircase right next to the small platform they stood on. It spiraled around until it go to the ground that probably led down almost two stories. Marshall began walking down as Kurama took in the unique place he was in.
"You have more underground?" He was quite impressed.
Marshall just smirked, clearly proud of his little secret as he continued. The staircase shook some and echoed a bit each time he stepped. Kurama placed his hand on the railing as he looked over to see what this structure was hiding away.
His eyes widened, "Where in the world…" It was so tall he could almost reach out a touch it from where he stood, Marshall stopped and turned to look at him; still smiling proudly.
Kurama took some steps down the staircase as he leaned over the rail. The fern was a giant! It was bright green, and incredibly healthy, Kurama found himself praising Marshall's abilities as a botanist. He'd never seen one this big since becoming human… so it was quite a sight to see. It was amazing and he knew he was lucky to get to see one this old. He felt his chest tighten in a different way, and felt honored to have been given this opportunity.
He smiled at it. "How old is it?"
"Guess." Marshall smirked at him, enjoying his reaction.
Kurama turned his head as he looked over each part, then reached out to touch the top of one of the tallest parts. It was definitely old… Marshall stared at him closely as he did so, looking even more intrigued by Kurama.
"I'd guess close to two centuries?" He glanced to Marshall, knowing his guess was correct.
Marshall raised his eyebrows as he took a couple steps back up, now one step down from Kurama. "Impressive."
He glanced at him again, realizing the man was taking advantage of the small staircase, standing closer to anyone on these steps would be assumed normal. He gave a cold look to him, but didn't feel anger. He tried to ignore Marshall's closeness as he looked back to the fern. "It is quite a King." he said, trying not to shut himself off entirely.
Marshall smiled in agreement.
"I've read about record heights found in other countries, but nothing like this in Japan."
He nodded, "This property originally belonged to my great, great grandfather. It's a miracle it survived the war." Marshall leaned forward as he rested his hand on the railing too.
Kurama swallowed as he eyed Marshall's hand near his, feeling that odd familiarity again. "That is quite lucky indeed." He forced himself to look back to the plant, feeling the man so close was distracting. His mind reacted to muscle memory as the feeling of Marshall's hand sliding around his neck snuck a way through his thoughts. He swallowed, feeling his stomach swirl with anxiety as he took a small breath in. He thought of how Marshall had handled his hair, so gently.
He blinked, turning his head to the side in irritation as he shut that part of his mind off quickly. He sighed as he glanced at those blue eyes, now pushing through Marshall's arm as he began walking down the stairway. Marshall seemed amused as he moved for Kurama, happily watching him ascend the stairway. It was quiet as he did so, no noise or movement as Kurama walked down. He could feel Marshall's eyes on him, but he ignored him as he enjoyed focusing on the old king. He reached out to the plant while he walked, gently gliding his hand across the leaves. It was as if he were shaking hands with it, and that made him smile some.
The air changed a bit, so Kurama looked back to Marshall who hadn't moved. He wasn't sure what was going through his head, but his expression had changed. "Are you coming down?" Kurama tried to lighten his own mood, forcing a polite smile.
Marshall blinked, then nodded.
Kurama's smile faded some, "Are you alright?"
His brow furrowed some as his thoughts wandered again. "I think so." he said quietly, glancing at the giant plant then looking back to Kurama.
Kurama stared. What happened?
"Sorry. Sometimes the thick air gets to me." He laughed, obviously lying as he walked down the stairs.
"Are you going to be alright?"
He made an unsure face as he got to Kurama, "I hope so." He then looked to Kurama's eyes, questioning something.
Kurama felt his heart jerk, as if he'd somehow been disclosed. He'd seen that look before—plenty of times. From the ones he'd killed, Kuwabara, Yusuke… even his own mother. But what happened just now? He frowned, feeling worried. "Something happen?" he asked casually but couldn't shake the feeling that he was just unveiled.
Finally Marshall smiled a bit, shaking his head some. "You just made me think of something I haven't thought of in a while." He laughed quietly, still seeming a bit off.
Kurama raised his eyebrows smiling, trying to lighten the odd feeling by giving him a pointed look as he took the last few steps down to the grass. It was cool under his body, and he could smell the old earth under them. He looked up the giant plant, still admiring it as Marshall followed. "Do you mind me asking what?" Was he actually curious? He felt regret almost immediately after asking but allowed himself some grace—he already agreed to be gentler for the sake of Marshall.
"Heh, you'll think I'm a weirdo." Marshall shook his head as he smiled to the ground.
Kurama looked to him, even more curious. "I know lots of weirdos."
Marshall stared in surprised, Kurama had offered information about himself willingly. He smiled with a nod. "Fair." He tilted his head to the side. "My Grandfather used to tell me a lot of crazy stories..." He glanced at Kurama as he crossed his arms, "I mean like, he didn't think they were crazy—but they definitely sounded like it." He laughed as his smile grew. "He'd heard so many stories from my great grandfather that he would tell them to me while growing up. He believed them whole heartedly, too." He glanced down.
Kurama listened politely.
Marshall looked a bit embarrassed now but clearly admired the two men he spoke of. "Yushin," He now glanced at Kurama, "My great Grandfather, would talk about spirits and demons." He cringed a bit, obviously worried by Kurama's reaction.
Feeling his heart jerk again, Kurama managed the same expression, but felt his insides heat up. That was the last thing he assumed was about to come out of his mouth.
Marshall continued, but eyed Kurama as he did so. "Grandfather often told me Yushin had an obsession with animal and nature spirits." He smiled, obviously liking the reminiscing. "I'm sure you don't care for all that crap—but, the stories that Yushin told him, were…" He shook his head, seeming mystified still. "So real." He looked to Kurama, wearing a smile full of fascination and excitement.
Listening to this almost seemed unbelievable. Kurama knew the mythology of these sorts all over the world, and of course all in Japan. But talking about such a subject with Marshall?
"He once told me that Yushin would go on and on about meeting a Yokai…" He chuckled and rubbed his face with one hand as his mind wandered into his own thoughts. "That's like a human looking spirit…" He looked to Kurama as he explained, still obviously feeling goofy about the subject.
Kurama continued to listen as his heartbeat sped up, giving Marshall a casual nod as he tamed his racing thoughts.
"My grandfather said Yushin would never budge from his story and claimed that a spirit saved his property from the war. The poor man often said he loved her and that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on."
"Her?" Kurama allowed his interest to show.
Marshall seemed surprised by Kurama's interest as he looked to him with a nod. "Yeah, he said the Yokai was quiet, had beautiful long black hair but never spoke or made a noise; even when she moved. He said it was like she was a part of nature. He'd only met her a few times. But said he always felt at peace when he'd talk to her, he claimed she stayed and listened to him for hours one time." He rolled his eyes, "That's why my family thought he was a little…" He moved his hand in circles next to his head, looking bummed as he did so.
He frowned, feeling pity for the man. "That's unfortunate."
"It sounded crazy." He shrugged, "But I loved the stories…" His smile showed fondness again. "He always said she must have loved him back, because why else would she watch over him—and…" He motioned up to the giant fern. "He started seeing her after he planted this. He always told people that she saved his land, and this fern specifically, by becoming a Kodama. My grandfather swore he's heard things down here too… So, whenever he came down to tend to it. He'd talk to her—for Yushin."
"That's quite romantic." Kurama liked Marshall's grandfather.
"It is, isn't it?" He kept his smile small, not looking at Kurama this time.
"And here I was about to compliment your botany skills." He joked.
Marshall chuckled as he looked to him again, "Oh don't get me wrong, it's been tough to keep her thriving." He looked up with frustration as he put his arms on his hips. "You can see a few areas where I've just not been able to figure it out." He stared at the section of fronds toward the base of the plant.
"It's not too bad." He lied for the man. Those colors, and the way the leaves were changing, was an early sign of a slow death.
"Ah, it doesn't look bad yet." He shrugged.
Kurama squatted down to examine the area of the fern, reaching out to gently touch the tip of one of the leaves. It'd be a shame if any sort of what he just heard was true and it was dying now.
'Keep going'
He felt he related some to the plant, simply due to its age. It's had its own life and experiences, he wondered often what it'd be like to sit through everything in life, the way plants did. Marshall watched him closely, wearing the same expression of seriousness as he had moments ago.
"I assume Yushin had something to do with getting it under ground?" He looked up to Marshall, enjoying the story.
"Yeah, after the bombings he turned his hills into walls, and dug this area out in order to shield it with the building. And then my Grandfather took over for him once he died, and then, me." He smirked.
Then the loud sound of white noise hit quickly. Kurama found it hard to look away from those eyes as he moved them up, seeing rain come through the one window that was opened above.
"Wow." Marshall was looking up too. "That came in quick."
"Indeed." Kurama took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of fresh rain.
"You wanna hurry inside before it picks up?"
He smiled at him. "Seems it's already picked up."
He chuckled. "Yeah were gonna get soaked. Sorry." He cringed.
Kurama ignored his apology with a shrug. "I love the rain." He motioned his hand toward the staircase, ready to go—but not first.
"Alright." Marshall obviously liked that as he walked up the stairway quickly. Kurama smiled as he watched Marshall, allowing his own thoughts to take him away for a quick moment as he barley swayed his shoulders back and forth with each step up. Kurama felt his stomach jerk, finding himself think the playfulness of this man was…
He'd stop there.
He frowned and looked at the fern with a nod. "Good luck." He spoke quietly then walked up the stairs, meeting Marshall at the top. Once there the static like noise from the heavy rain surrounded them, and Marshall opened the old door to peak out. The fresh smell of rain poured in, and the clean air made Kurama realize how muggy and humid it really was in this structure. He lifted his head a bit to take in the scent of the rain again, then looked to Marshall who was demanding is attention.
"Wanna race?" He grinned, a bit too excited.
Kurama gave him a judgmental look but felt a swirl of adrenaline hit his chest. "…Race?" It was hard to ignore his competitive side, especially since Yusuke did stuff like this all of the time. "This is a formal meeting." He turned his nose up to him playfully.
"Heh, you're a bullshitter. You knew it was over as soon as you decided to stay."
He glared, the man's confidence was so overbearing—but, he was right, even if that was annoying. "I don't play games." He said dully.
"Come on." He pushed. "Loosen up." His smile changed and his eyes got sharper. "I happen to know that you can." He then looked Kurama up and down for the first time today, wearing his same confidence, but holding back some for Kurama's sake. His eyes shot up to Kurama's, definitely on guard, but they were also gentle, and inviting per usual.
Kurama's mouth barely opened as he tried his hardest not to get angry… even though he quickly realized he wasn't even feeling anger. It was panic. Why was he always panicked about Marshall? Was it fear? Why would he be scared of him…? His stomach swirled with anxiety, but butterflies all at once. And now he needed an escape—so, apparently they were racing.
He knew his face was probably showing something close to worry, so he quickly looked away. Marshall frowned. "Are y—"
"Fine." Kurama's eyes shot back to Marshall's. "I'll give you a head start." He smirked, now giving him a challenging look. Something Marshall hadn't seen.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Seriously?" He looked excited, "I'm pretty fast."
Kurama smiled bigger, allowing a bit of his ardent behavior to show. "I'd get going." He said calmly.
Marshall took him seriously, since he knew he had darker side. So, he bolted out as fast as he could, wearing a grin with excitement when he did so. Kurama smiled and walked out, shutting the old creaky door behind him before turning to watch Marshall run around the giant willow tree, out of sight.
The rain was coming down so hard the ground was already beginning to flood, it was like a shower stream all over, and it felt so nice. Kurama looked up and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, feeling his shirt start to stick to his skin and his jeans soaking up rain. Should he just let the poor man run alone? He smiled to that thought—but he wanted some fun too. He took a couple large strides as he began to run. Marshall was probably nearly back, so Kurama decided to ensure a win by running directly toward the portion of the house that he was closest to. There were only a few windows on the second floor, so he risked jumping up onto the roof, sprinting across. The rain helped with any potential noise, even though he was perfectly quiet regardless.
It felt nice to run, and when he saw Marshall cutting through the paths and even jumping over a small hedge he laughed out. Apparently he did need this—he'd realized after spending time with Yusuke that it'd also been a while since he'd laughed. And somehow this stranger of a man got him to laugh more than most.
He made it to the deck on the second floor. Marshall was almost to him as he leapt up to the railing, walking across, then jumping down right where the pathways connected at the patio where they'd left from. He squatted to soften his landing and was standing just in time to see Marshall approach.
Marshall slowed as he gaped at Kurama, out of breath and entirely soaked. Kurama smirked at the look of astonishment and couldn't help his own eyes from wandering over the man's wet hair and skin… his clothes were already fitted, but with the water they show almost every shape of him. Marshall stopped in front of Kurama as he took a minute to catch his breath, all while staring in disbelief. "How in the—" He huffed out as he finally stood under the deck with Kurama, still staring. "Where did you go?" He looked around, flabbergasted.
Kurama chuckled, enjoying the man's confusion. "I even gave you a head start." He looked up to him with a smile, feeling the rain dripping from his bangs.
He smiled back in a way that made Kurama's stomach tighten. "You're somethin' else."
Kurama realized they were standing quite a bit close as he kept his gaze on the man. The butterscotch pine scent was soothing, and Marshall's eyes were pure with real emotion. He couldn't help himself from watching the rain drip from his hair, down his jawline and neck. His eyes then moved to his lips… wondering why he couldn't remember how they felt even with the scar from his own mouth still apparent. He swallowed, knowing Marshall was watching him as he glanced back to his confused eyes. "You're soaked." Marshall spoke deeper, looking him up and down… similar to how he did the last time Kurama was here.
Kurama swallowed, now averting his attention to the rain. "Yes, it hasn't rained like this in some time." He pretended to be more interested in the weather than he actually was, allowing Marshall a bit more time—and his body a moment to cool off.
"Let's go inside. I'll get some towels." He walked around Kurama.
Kurama frowned, taking a deep breath as he glanced down the pathway which led to an exit. He didn't want to leave Marshall on bad terms again, and he couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself. But was he being smart—was it a good idea to go inside?
He glared at nothing as he again wondered why… he could argue with himself for days, but he had a choice to make. And whatever direction he decided to go, he knew it could cause a critical change for him. He clinched his fist, feeling angry at himself for ever even touching this, but he couldn't go back now. He sighed gently, relaxing his hands as he forced himself to turn and walk back into the house. His chest was tight again and his stomach warmed. He shut the French doors, making sure no rain would get in and removed his shoes. He looked over and stopped, Marshall was leaning over the bar top, reading a note. He hadn't gotten towels, so he was still dripping, his muscles shined and again Kurama found himself unable to ignore Marshall's body.
Why couldn't he have picked someone less attractive to release his heat?
"Yua went home." Marshall smiled up to him lightheartedly, lifting the note. "I forgot she got off early today." He laughed with is usual honesty, setting it back down.
Shit. It wasn't just his looks; this man was kind and genuine. Kurama felt his crotch jerk with heat and his heart with anxiety; the same as before. His stomach ached, and he felt a rare feeling of doubt as he looked to Marshall's eyes—realizing he may have met someone he actually liked.
Marshall frowned; he walked to him. "You okay?"
Kurama kept strong eye contact with him, now allowing some frustration to show as he raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?" He whispered gently.
Marshall frowned in confusion; staring back as he studied Kurama. It was quiet, but he shook his head gently as he barely smiled. "Nothing." Seeming to catch on, "What about you?"
"Plenty." Kurama took a breath, feeling his adrenaline kick in.
"I don't mind." Marshall shot back; obviously excited Kurama opened this discussion.
Sighing quietly, Kurama tried to figure him out for the hundredth time. Marshall swallowed, ignoring the tension as he reached out to Kurama—who snapped a warning look at him as he continued, giving Kurama peaceful eye contact as he grabbed some of his hair. Then leaned over to place his lips on it, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
He opened his eyes to look directly at Kurama. "You smell even better with rain." His breathing picked up as he looked back to Marshall, feeling the adrenaline. What were they doing!? Marshall's eyes wandered to Kurama's lips, staring for a second, then looked back to Kurama. He hadn't moved, so Marshall leaned in closer to him. "I enjoy being with you too." He said quietly, referring to their conversation at work. "A lot."
The adrenaline was making him shiver and the emotions swirling through him right now were so confusing it made him angry. Why wasn't he allowed to want things too? He wanted this, didn't he? So why couldn't he accept without the feeling of infraction looming over him? He sighed out shakily as Marshall's warm lips gently pressed onto his, Marshall pulled back just a bit, but Kurama could still feel his breath on his lips as both of them were now breathing harder. Marshall smiled, keeping his entire focus on Kurama as he moved closer to him. Kurama stiffened as he allowed Marshall to reach over his shoulder to slide his fingers into his hair. He fought the urge to relax as his body tingled all the way down from Marshall's touch. His had moved into his hair to feel and Kurama felt another layer of vulnerability kick in. He was allowing this man to touch a place no others were allowed. He kept all that protected him there, his weapons. Of course Marshall wouldn't notice anything, but again this man was accidently finding all the vulnerable spots of Kurama.
He kept his eyes on him, surprised by how nervous he felt as he listened to his blood pumping throughout his body. It's not like he'd never touched this person before… but, it was so different in this context. They weren't strangers any longer, Kurama had a name and reputation attached to himself now; and so did Marshall. So, even though they were in a private setting—this felt so much more public to Kurama than he ever would've imagined.
Marshall's other hand joined as he gently gathered all of Kurama's hair, watching as he played with it for a moment then began gliding his lips across Kurama's once again—taking his time to enjoy Kurama as much as he could. He gently twisted all the hair together then wrapped it around his hand, he had a grip, then his eyes looked into Kurama's. "You're so striking…" His voice was deep as his jaw muscles tightened.
Kurama stared back; he liked feeling him close, he enjoyed Marshall playing with his hair along the scent of him. Apparently he'd made a choice, and he was scared. Why was something so simple so terrifying? "Thank you." He was whispering.
Marshall's other hand now moved to the back of Kurama's neck as he slowly slid it over his skin, across his exposed collarbone and down the small part of his chest that the V-neck didn't cover. Once again Kurama's body shivered and he felt his crotch responding quicker than he liked, then goosebumps form on his skin. Then Marshall glided his fingertips back up and across the other side of Kurama's chest and shoulder. He sighed openly, looking to Kurama once more. His breathing had picked up quickly, and was obviously holding himself back.
"I'm not sure if—" He frowned, now showing his own nerves to Kurama. "…will you stay?" He said as he looked in Kurama's eyes with confidence, just wanting to be blunt; but feared rejection as well. Kurama felt for him as he stared back, not moving as he processed, his cheeks burning. He reached up to grab Marshall's hand that was on his chest, and pushed it against himself as he stepped forward, now closing the distance between them entirely.
"I can stay."
What was he doing…
Marshall's eyebrows went up, but didn't hesitate to lean in and place his lips onto Kurama's again. He used the hand with Kurama's hair around it to hold him close as he deepened the kiss, breathing in slowly as he took him in. Kurama felt his hand grip Marshall's he remained still, now opening his lips to Marshall. It felt like they'd never done this before, even though they already had. It was different this time; they were both presenting themselves as who they actually were to each other. It felt real, not hidden or forced like before… and Kurama again was fighting with himself to find something wrong with that.
But he was quickly becoming distracted.
Gasping out roughly, Marshall had to take a moment to breath as he kept his lips close. "Shuichi." His voice barely whispered, now kissing him again as held Kurama's head tighter. Kurama sighed as he relaxed into Marshall even more, allowing himself to submit to the man. Marshall's lips moved over his cheek and to his ear, breathing heat onto him. Kurama automatically turned his head to give him more skin, and when he felt Marshall's tongue slide down his ear and onto his neck he couldn't help a small moan from escaping him. He felt Marshall's hand with his hair pull away quickly, reaching down to Kurama's jeans.
Heat was emanating in his crotch, and he found himself embarrassed to see he'd already had a boner that was quite obvious in these tight jeans. Marshall stared as his hands slowed, he glanced to Kurama then back to his hand, sliding it over Kurama's hardness. He'd forgotten how good this felt as his eyes closed and he barely leaned in, sighing out another moan. Marshall breathed out as he was now panting some, leaning over back to Kurama's neck as his hand started to massage Kurama through his jeans. He kissed Kurama's neck slowly as Kurama realized he'd just let go mentally and was no longer thinking about anything except for what Marhsall was doing right now.
It was so quiet.
He moaned louder this time, not able to help it, but not caring as much either. "Ahhhh.."
"You're beautiful." Marshall grumbled as he continued tasting Kurama's skin.
He gasped as he pulled away just enough to move his hands to where Marshall's was, he unbuttoned the jeans then began unzipping them as Marshall watched.
"Are you sure…?" The man said quietly, making Kurama stop as he looked to him.
He was still breathing hard as he took a second. "What do you mean?"
"Just—what you told me yesterday." His expression conveyed guilt as he looked worried about even bringing it up.
"About me being raped?" He spoke even quieter, feeling strange talking about this.
Marshall swallowed and nodded, clearly he was grinding his teeth as the muscles flexed back and forth. "If I would've known, I wouldn't have pushed you so much that second time around." The guilt was even more apparent now. "I'm sor—"
"You do not apologize." He glared, keeping his voice calm.
Marshall's eyes shot up to his, giving his full attention.
"That was nearly ten years ago. I won't lie, I still think of it, and it does affect me at times. But I need you to understand I've made every choice on my own involving you. I am not easy to manipulate, and I get stubborn when someone tries to push anything onto me." He gave him a kind smile, hoping it'd help with the guilt. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Marshall." He stared into Marshall's eyes after saying his name, giving him a flirty look to lure him back.
Marshall swallowed again as he stared in fascination at Kurama, nodding gently as the words set in. "That's the first time you've said my name." His eyes change from nerves to vulnerable quickly. He obviously was emotional about Kurama saying his name—this was another thing Kurama noted about the man, the simplest of things could make him so happy.
Kurama just lowered his gaze with a smile, then looked back up to Marshall. Leaning up just bit to kiss him again. This time they both kissed each other with more intention, caught in the moment as Kurama found himself liking it, still not entirely sure what to take of that.
"Lay down." Marshall whispered, now leaning his forehead on Kurama's as he closed his eyes. Both their breathing was quick, and they took a moment to get some oxygen. Kurama looked up to him, feeling his heartbeat faster than he was used to. He felt so many feelings right now, mostly good, but a few were confusing, and he couldn't shake them. That same pain was there, not as extreme, and the guilt lingered per usual.
He undid his jeans, and easily pulled them off. Dropping them to the ground as he obeyed Marshall, who was now pulling off his soaked shirt. He squatted slowly as he let his hand glide down Marshall's bare chest and abs as he did so, feeling so strange to allow himself to indulge in another. He also kept his eyes locked on Marshall and he lowered to his knees right in front of him, waiting for him. Marshall stared back with wide eyes, and almost hypnotized by his actions.
"…Oh wow." Marshall whispered while he undid his pants, and took a bit longer to get them off.
That gave Kurama a chance to take in more of Marshall's body, his tan skin and muscles… all the more pleasing since he was wet. His hair was healthy, it fell in his face since it was wet, a messier look that Kurama liked. He was used to it always being perfectly styled.
He was kneeling in the traditional Japanese position as he waited and watched.
Marshall was now slightly out of breath as he managed to get the pants off. "Zut alors…" He mumbled to himself. Then moved to sit down in front of Kurama. He wore a calmer expression now, looking at him intently. "I enjoy you." He let his eyes wander over Kurama's body again as Kurama lowered his eyes, allowing him to look, feeling the waves of heat hit his gut.
Then he reached out to Kurama again, this time grabbing his chin. When he leaned over he had to put most of his weight on his fist as he stared straight at Kurama—gently stroking his chin. Kurama stared back, feeling his chest swell with something he wasn't sure of as he felt he needed to make a move of sorts. Of course he felt the desire to run, but he kept his eyes on Marshall's blue ones—promising to try his best to be civil this time.
"You know… I swear I saw my fern reach out to you when you first touched it." He stared at Kurama's lips as his thumb moved over to caress them. Kurama froze as he stared back at Markus who was deep in thought. "Thank you for reminding me of my old memories." His eyes went back to Kurama's. "There's something so peaceful about you."
Still staring, Kurama felt his heart ache in a way he'd never felt before. It didn't hurt, but it was like it was being squeezed, or surrounded... He felt the same way about Marshall, yet Marshall continuously beat him to the articulation part. "Thank you." He barely got out, feeling seen—and not liking it, but not hating it.
It was new.
Marshall leaned forward again as he once again placed his lips on Kurama's, now sliding his hand back further to hold Kurama's jaw. Kurama sighed out as he closed his eyes, feeling even more vulnerable than he had with this man. He opened his mouth to him, feeling comfortable as his arousal began to take over. He brought one of his hands up, reaching back to slide it through Marshall's hair.
Just being touched by Kurama made Marshall moan as he pressed into the kiss harder. He moved forward as he pushed Kurama back quicker than expected but he went with it has Marshall began to crawl over him. Now Kurama was lying on his back with Marshall straddling him. He was kissing him more aggressively than he had before, and Kurama allowed himself to get lost for the second time with him. He opened his mouth to Marshall's tongue as he pushed it, licking him and tasting him. Kurama relaxed his head back as he moaned out, feeling his insides swirl with anxiety and excitement. Marshall's breathing was picking up as he moved down to Kurama's neck, feeling his skin with his lips. Kurama moaned again as he closed his eyes, moving his own body up toward Marshall without even thinking about it.
Marshall pulled back just enough to look at Kurama, his breathing fast as he stared at him in amazement just as he always did. Kurama looked back up to him confidently, keeping his eyes locked on Marshall's as he panted through his opened lips. Marshall glanced down and quickly grabbed Kurama's wrists, moving his arms up and pinning them on the floor above Kurama's head. Marshall's breathing sped up even quicker as he used one hand to pin Kurama's wrists, and the other to start trying to unbutton Kurama's shirt. He leaned in again kissing Kurama, and Kurama pushed his body up against Marshall's again. Marshall kissed down Kurama's neck more aggressively this time as his hand continued to try with the buttons. He breathed out as he gently glided his teeth over Kurama's skin, biting down some, still tasting him while doing so. Kurama moaned again, enjoying Marshall's more aggressive side.
Finally Marshall got fed up with the buttons as he grunted out in frustration, looking down and pulling open the shirt with force. Kurama heard the buttons pop one by one as it quickly ripped open, Marshall didn't flinch as he now moved his hand down Kurama's chest, stomach and then slide under him to grab his butt. Kurama gasped out as he felt the man squeeze him tightly, now moaning again as Marshall moved back to look at Kurama, kissing him again, but this time it was softer. His hand on his butt moved up to the band of Kurama's underwear, pulling them down. Kurama helped by moving his body, and his flexibility made it easy for him to get one leg free. Marshall pushed the fabric down as much as he cared too, then moved his underwear off as well. Kurama was now panting quicker, feeling a bit of panic hit him again as allowed some to show to Marshall who was now back over him, allowing his nakedness to rest on Kurama.
"You're so beautiful." Marshall was now panting too, as he brought his face back, gliding his lips over Kurama's.
He loosened his grip on Kurama's wrist as his eyes studied Kurama's, checking in with him as well as doing his best to take in all that he was seeing. His free hand reached down to grab Kurama's leg, holding it under his knee, pushing it up. He gasped out as he situated them, and Kurama gasped out as he felt Marshall begin to push himself inside of him. Marshall had to adjust and move up again to get better momentum, as he pushed in a bit deeper.
Kurama moved his head back as he moaned, keeping his eyes on Marshall. They were facing each other, looking at each other, working together to satisfy the other. He'd never done such a thing, and never imagined he could.
What was he doing?
He wouldn't allow himself to panic like last time, so he leaned up to kiss Marshall and closed his eyes. Marshall moaned as he pushed into Kurama more, moving at a pace that was strong and more confident. He opened his mouth for Kurama in desperation to get closer to him as his body continued. He moved his hand that was pinning Kurama's wrist, to behind his head, holding it gently as he continued his rhythm. Kurama was already more relaxed than he expected, allowing his leg that Marshall held to be fully limp, and he automatically felt his arms reach up to wrap around Marshall's neck.
"Ah!" He breathed out as he had been onto Marshall's mouth as they were now nose to nose, moving together. Each time Marshall moved Kurama would feel his throat moan, and this time there wasn't shame behind it. He felt safe enough, and how Marshall was handling him felt too good to feel anything else. He felt Marshall's arm push his leg to the side now, making him gasp out and arch his back, sending surges of pleasure throughout his entire body. He didn't feel he could stay still and didn't want this to stop. His eyes widened as he gasped out in pleasure, and Marshall grunted out as he stared down at him, awe in his focused expression. Fully focused on pleasing Kurama and taking in all that he could with his eyes.
He leaned in, bringing Kurama up closer to him as his pace began to speed up. He put his face next to Kurama's as he breathed on neck, kissing, and feeling it with his tongue and lips. Kurama moaned loudly now as the quickened pace made him wholly focused on what they were doing. By this point Marshall's movements into Kurama had gotten rougher and Kurama felt his body move over the carpet with each thrust. Marshall was starting to grunt out and moan along with him, and Kurama wanted so much more that his other leg automatically moved up to wrap around Marshall body over him. Now fully opening himself for the man, Marshall's body holding him, his skin, and the lips that pleased him as they both began to reach their peaks.
After that, Marshall pulled back just enough to look into Kurama's eyes. He looked overwhelmed with pleasure as he put his mouth by Kurama's, now gasping out as he continued to speed up his movements. Now Kurama was gasping out along with him as he felt himself begin to cum.
It was almost too much as his hands dragged down Marshall's back, digging his nails automatically into his skin as the pleasure from his orgasm hit him hard. Marshall gasped out, clearly enjoying Kurama's hands on him and watching him enjoy. He tensed as he pushed in once more, harder than before as Kurama yelled out, feeling Marshall's orgasm inside him once more. He dragged his fingers lower, now grabbing Marshall's butt while he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Enjoying his orgasm, and the feeling of Marshall who was still holding him close.
They both lay there for a moment; Kurama wasn't entirely sure for how long since he had zoned out. He relaxed his grip on Marshall as he slid his hands back up then let his hands fall limp onto the floor as he leaned his face to lean against Marshall's that was still next to his. He was still quietly panting as his warm breath hit Marshall's cheek.
This was not how he planned today to go.
Marshall sighed out, moving his head up as he smiled down to Kurama. He moved some hair out of Kurama's face, admiring his features. He also lowered Kurama's leg down, now lifting himself up away from him, but staying over him as he put most of his weight onto his hands. He stared down at Kurama, clearly pleased as his smile comforted this time instead of intimidating Kurama. He raised his eyebrows, then took in a deep refreshed breath. "Please don't leave." He said gently, but Kurama could hear the worry.
Kurama stared up at him, finally allowing a smile to give the man comfort. "Alright."
He took a second, but then seemed overly relieved by Kurama's response. "I'm happy." His smile stuck as he moved some hair out of Kurama's face. He finally lifted himself away from Kurama as he sat next to him now.
Sitting up, Kurama felt slight panic as he noticed the buttons scattered around them. He looked down at his shirt, and frowned.
Marshall let out a sigh as he stared at the buttons too, then averted his eyes to Kurama. He barely paid mind to the shirt as he just took in his naked body. Kurama eyed him, and Marshall smirked. "Sorry. I can buy you a new one." He shrugged.
"It's not even my shirt." He raised his eyebrows, wondering how he'd explain this to Yusuke.
Marshall made a face. "Whose shirt is it…?"
"Yusuke's." He looked at him curiously after hearing the tone in Marshall's voice.
There was a small pause, "You guys share clothes?" Marshall tried asking casually.
Kurama looked to him, allowing him to flirt with some. "In desperate times, yes." He chuckled finding himself surprised by the slight hint of jealousy from Marshall. Interesting… "He's been going through a hard time, and I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone, which lead to me accidently falling asleep at his apartment." He tried to keep it lighthearted as he turned his head.
"That's nice of you." He smiled gently.
"Speaking of borrowing things…" He looked down at himself. "A towel would be nice."
"Ah." Marshall chuckled out and smiled so genuinely it made Kurama's stomach warm once again. "Sorry! I'll go get us some."