As much as Kurapika would have liked to bask in this warm, giggly afterglow, the sticky feeling of semen drying on his skin was quickly taking some of the romance out of the situation, and the...ah, mess on his face wasn’t going to take care of itself. He wriggled a little, but when that failed to elicit a response Kurapika cleared his throat and gently tapped Leorio on the shoulder, hoping he wasn’t violating some unspoken rule about stuff like this.
“Leorio?” Kurapika murmured, pulling away from Leorio’s embrace with an apologetic smile. “I...ah. I’ll be right back, okay?”
Leorio blinked, but he seemed to catch his meaning quickly enough, because he stammered out an “O-oh,” followed by a vaguely ashamed expression, even though it was…show more content… He was acutely aware of Leorio’s eyes on his bare ass, and briefly considered retrieving his tabard along the way, for all the good that would have done; his clothing was currently lying by the couch on the other side of the room, and there was no point in getting dressed when he (or perhaps, Leorio) was only going to take it off again. But one spontaneous evening of sex was hardly enough to undo years of natural modesty, and Kurapika felt a tiny stab of self-consciousness as he walked away, knowing Leorio was watching his every move — and drooling, probably.
Kurapika had to stifle the urge to roll his eyes at Leorio’s sudden, playful wolf-whistle.
“Hot damn Kurapika! I hate it when you leave, but I looove watching you walk away…”
“...Leorio. You are unbelievably corny,” Kurapika admonished, darting into the restroom before Leorio could catch him smiling.
He left the door slightly ajar, ran a hand along the wall until he found the light switch, then stood over the sink for a moment, studying his reflection with dull alarm. His eyes — the large, arresting eyes that he’d inherited from his mother — were practically sparkling behind his messy blond fringe, red as spilled blood, and Kurapika felt a brief but clear moment of panic, although he couldn’t exactly say why that was. He had nothing to hide, after all, Leorio had seen his scarlet eyes…show more content… He felt Leorio tremble, felt him stiffen with arousal, but somehow it just wasn’t enough, so he dug his nails into his friend’s broad, muscular back, strangely desperate. He’d been following a carefully ordered plan all his life, every decision falling one into the other like a line of dominoes, his rage threatening to take him under even as it’d always made him stronger. He was alive, but he’d never lived, not really, not for a cause that wasn’t revenge, and so — if only for tonight — Kurapika wanted to lose himself in this moment, these feelings — no
