Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction ❯ Impersonal ❯ Chapter 1

Impersonal

by Mina Lightstar

Leorio had never been one to admire the moon. He knew it was beautiful when it illuminated the night sky, knew that it played a factor in many a romantic scene, and knew that a great deal of things were more beautiful under its luminescent glow. But he never really stopped to admire it. Frankly, because he just didn't have the time to notice it.

He had time tonight, though. A few minutes, in fact. Leorio didn't have much of a choice *not* to admire it, propped against the wall as he was. From his position opposite the window, he could see the glowing crescent in the distance. The angle was just right, and he took advantage of that. It was either he stare at the moon, or stare at the unmoving furniture in the hotel suite.

He did *not* want to stare at Kurapika, he reminded himself resolutely. It was hard not to, since he wanted so very much to watch the blonde enveloped in his arms as he tried to catch his breath. Leorio had caught glimpses of what Kurapika looked like after the fact: blue-green eyes closed, mouth parted as he panted, blond locks a little wet from perspiration....

It was a lie - Leorio *wanted* to stare at Kurapika. He just *couldn't*. Every time he stared, he fell a little harder.

He swallowed, tried not to notice how Kurapika's warm exhalations puffed against his pectoral, failed. Then he checked his watch. "Gon and Killua said they'd be back in about two hours." His voice sounded hoarse and a little scratchy. "We should, uh, relocate." His shirt was a little soaked with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to his back. He itched.

The urge had overtaken them at a rather inopportune time, teenage hormones being what they are. Fortunately, they hadn't been too far from the hotel. Even more fortunately, Gon and Killua had declared that the night was still young, and had expressed their desire to remain in the city for a while longer. Thus, the younger set had bid them farewell after leaving the restaurant.

They had only just reunited with Killua, so he and Gon were catching up. Or bonding. Whatever it was that those two did while they were alone together. Leorio and Kurapika had bowed out of a late night, using their early departure times as an excuse. The four of them would have the morning together, at least, but tonight was... their last night. At least for now. In some ways, Leorio wondered if, as far as a certain blond boy was concerned, this would be his last night forever.

...So maybe hormones weren't the only things to be blamed. Still, Leorio chose to believe that their failure to actually reach their shared bedroom was solely the fault of the aforementioned hormones. They hadn't even made it to the *couch*.

"What time is it?" Kurapika asked quietly.

"Almost nine."

"Mm." The Kuruta slowly pushed himself to his knees, and then felt along the ground for his clothing. He found Leorio's discarded blazer first, and pulled it on. Since Kurapika was smaller, it served as a makeshift robe. Leorio couldn't see why his friend had even bothered; they were only going to the other room. Then again, Kurapika was weird that way.

Leorio bent down, away from the wall, and plucked at the back of his shirt. "We didn't get anything on the carpet," he commented, feeling a smidgen of pride. If that wasn't talent, he mused as he zipped up his slacks, he didn't know what was.

"We didn't," Kurapika agreed, standing up. He stared down at Leorio, examining him from head to toe, looking a touch unhappy. Or at least, he'd probably meant the expression to be one of discontent. But Leorio thought that, clad as he was, holding a bundle of clothes to his chest, Kurapika looked a little forlorn.

"...What?" Leorio asked finally, beginning to get up. That look was unnerving him.

"I hate it when you do that," Kurapika declared, and promptly walked away, leaving a gaping Leorio in his wake.

"Hate... what?" Leorio scrambled to his feet and followed. "What do you hate?"

Kurapika stopped at the doorway to their bedroom. He looked over his shoulder, eyes dark with something that could have been mild anger or despondence. The Kuruta stared hard at Leorio, not meeting his eyes. "That," he replied, almost spitting the word.

"But *what* is 'that'?" Leorio moaned, looking down at himself.

"Your clothes."

"My... what?" Well, that was unexpected. "You hate my clothes?" The concept was so frivolous that Leorio couldn't decide whether he should patiently ask for an explanation, or just fire back with a jab at Kurapika's wardrobe.

"Yes," Kurapika affirmed as he faced forward again. "Well, no. Not exactly... I..." Even in the moonlight, Leorio could see that underneath the blazer, Kurapika's shoulders had stiffened. "Never mind. Just never mind. I started this all wrong, and it will only get worse."

Once again, Leorio was left behind as Kurapika departed, walking into their bedroom. He remained rooted to the spot for a few moments, but soon recovered. He followed the Kuruta into their room, and then watched him lay out his clothing for the following day.

"Don't start something unless you plan on finishing it," Leorio cautioned, sitting on his bed. The bed he hadn't really intended to use for a couple of hours, actually. He'd planned on using Kurapika's until Gon and Killua came back.

"Leave it be," Kurapika insisted, pulling a plain white yukata from his bag. "Tomorrow, we... it's not worth it."

"If it wasn't worth mentioning, you wouldn't have mentioned it." Leorio didn't take kindly to anyone who had a problem with him that they saw fit to bring to his attention, and then failed to explain themselves. He definitely wasn't going to take it from someone he was supposed to be close to.

"I didn't mean to mention it. It just slipped out, so forget it."

By that point, Leorio was certain that this ran a little deeper than he'd initially thought it might. It was not unusual for Kurapika to tease him, but this... seemed serious. "Hey."

Kurapika ignored him as turned around and started to change. Leorio had to roll his eyes. He had undressed the blonde with his own hands, and the Kuruta's sense of modesty still surfaced when getting dressed in the same room. At least he hadn't left the room altogether, Leorio mused as Kurapika shrugged out of the blazer and into the yukata. It was something he rarely wore, which was a shame. It was plain, but Leorio liked it.

"Yo," Leorio tried again. No answer, save a suddenly uncomfortable silence. "Are you giving me the silent treatment?"

"No."

Okay, so at least they were above that. "Then come here and we'll talk about it."

"I'd rather not." Kurapika started rummaging into his bag again. "I'm going to wash up."

By the time Kurapika had closed his bag and started for the door, Leorio had barricaded it with his own body. Kurapika noted this with exasperation, marching right up until he was but a step away.

"You're in my way," he sighed.

"That was the idea, yes."

"Move." After a moment's pause, Kurapika added, "Please."

"No."

Blue-green eyes rolled. "Look, I don't want to spend the night arguing--"

"Too late," Leorio chuckled dryly. "The fight has already begun. We might as well finish it quickly and move on."

"Leorio, just leave it be," Kurapika pleaded, trying to move past him.

Leorio seized his shoulders and pulled him back so that they faced each other. He wasn't rough, but made it apparent that he didn't intend to let the Kuruta shove him aside. "How is this ever supposed to go anywhere if we don't tell each other when something is bothering us?"

"This...?" Kurapika raised an eyebrow, as though he hadn't even been aware that there'd *been* a "this."

"*Us*, you..." It was out before he could stop it. Leorio gulped, suddenly feeling vulnerable. He'd meant to hint, vaguely at best, at his meaning. He had not intended to just come out with it, since he was sure that officially, there was no "us," no matter what he might want to believe.

Their relationship hovered between a deep friendship and a mild romance, almost but not quite either one. The tacit agreement they'd made kept their mouths shut about the future, since they'd known well beforehand that their paths would lead them in different directions. They were friends with benefits, and that was fine. Such a thing was not uncommon between two consenting people. They cared very deeply for one another, but they weren't in love.

At least, it hadn't been love at first. Leorio didn't know when or how it happened. Whether he'd fallen for Kurapika a week ago or when they'd first met was not important. He just knew what he felt.

Of course, he hadn't ever planned on *telling* Kurapika what he felt. No point in complicating matters, he'd figured. Then again, Kurapika had made a slip today, and so had Leorio. It *would* happen on the last night, he sighed. Leorio waited, bracing himself for the stunned denial of any notion that they were playing for keeps.

"Us." Kurapika tested the word, speaking very quietly. "Leorio, I..."

When the Kuruta lapsed into discomfited silence, Leorio's heart hurt despite his preparation. Among the four of them, Kurapika was the most eloquent and articulate, but when he was uncomfortable, shy, or embarrassed, he could never find the breath to speak. Right now, he was probably trying to think of a way to turn Leorio down gently. The fact that the blonde was trying to soften the blow just made Leorio feel worse about opening his mouth. Why couldn't he have held on just one more day?

"Your clothes," Kurapika tried again, soft voice belying the obvious strain in his slender frame, "they're... it's so..."

Leorio, who had expected the "let's be friends" speech, was now on the edge of his seat, to put it mildly. He wanted to shake the rest out of the Kuruta, since the blonde was taking too long with his dithering. "So *what*?" He tried not to squeeze Kurapika's shoulders too hard, but his grip did tighten. "What, *what*?"

"Impersonal," Kurapika blurted, immediately averting his eyes.

"Im... what?" Leorio was beyond confused. His clothing was impersonal? How so? He asked as much, though it was a few moments before he could coax a reply from his friend.

Leorio didn't need lighting to tell that Kurapika's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. The blonde's body was upright, tensed, muscles close to snapping. "When we... every time we..." He fumbled, obviously searching for a tame euphemism for sex. When he couldn't find one, he made a bland gesture. "You never take your clothes off." The accusation was delivered in a tight voice.

Leorio needed a second or two to let that allegation sink in. He glanced down at his body, noting the half-buttoned shirt and the pants that still had their top button undone. Yeah, okay, so they'd rushed through the process just before. He still blamed the hormones for that one. Leorio couldn't think of any other incident where he'd been hungrier for something, and things had gone quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly, considering that this was the only night they'd have together for... for a long time.

Still, though, Kurapika hadn't uttered a word of complaint when Leorio had lifted him and pressed him against the wall.

"If it bothered you," Leorio inquired, "why didn't you say so?" Kurapika wasn't that submissive. If he wasn't all right with something, he said as much.

Kurapika hesitated, still not looking in Leorio's direction. "I thought you'd... I thought it was just something that happened once. I didn't know it was going to be a regular occurrence."

Regular occurrence? Surely the Kuruta wasn't expecting hasty lovemaking against a wall to be a nightly routine. No doubt it would lose its allure after a few days, Leorio mused. Then he informed himself to be serious. There was obviously a problem at hand. "We don't have to do that again, if you don't like it. I know we were hurrying, maybe a little *too* fast, and I'm sorry for that. I was... well, you know."

"I'm not talking about the *act*," Kurapika stressed. "I said that you *never take your clothes off*."

Leorio raised his hands in defense, finally releasing Kurapika's shoulders. "Hey, look, I know I didn't this time, but that's because--"

"Not just this time." The blonde did look at him then, eyes critical and accusing. "You *never* do."

"That's not true."

"Isn't it?" Kurapika folded his arms, looking as though he'd done it partly to appear imposing, and partly for some personal protection. "Name me one time that you have."

Leorio opened his mouth, already thinking back. The first time, that unbelievable first hand-job, had been done completely clothed underneath the covers on the warship they'd been marooned on. The second time had been right after the Hunter exam, in Leorio's hotel room. They went... *much* farther than the first time, but no, Leorio *hadn't* taken his clothes off completely. The third time had been similar to their first, with a little variation, since they'd done so on the Kukulu property while in training. Leorio was still amazed that he'd coerced Kurapika into it; Gon had been sound asleep in the same room. And this... the fourth time had just occurred.

Kurapika was right; Leorio had never shed his clothing for sex. But why did that bother the Kuruta? It was just an oversight, something he forgot only because he was too enthusiastic about giving and receiving pleasure.

"I can't name one," he admitted, spreading his hands to indicate surrender. "It bothers you that I don't?"

"I was hoping you'd prove me wrong," Kurapika continued bitterly. "Tonight, I mean. We won't be seeing much of each other for a while, so... I figured it would be different."

Leorio stared. For Kurapika to be up in arms over such a seemingly trivial matter... it was evident that the Kuruta had been privately simmering about this for quite some time. "But it's not something I do on purpose," Leorio protested. "Why does it bother you so much?"

"It doesn't *bother* me, it h--" Kurapika stammered partway, but at Leorio's stern, expectant look, surged ahead. "It hurts. A little." His eyes harbored a dangerous gleam, daring Leorio to mock him for the confession.

Leorio did nothing of the sort. He was genuinely confused. "Hurts?"

Kurapika tried to move around him again, and that began a pseudo-tussle. In the end, Leorio demonstrated that he wasn't moving an inch, and the Kuruta sagged visibly for a moment, depending largely on Leorio's support to remain on his feet. It wasn't long before he'd moved away, though - or at least as far as Leorio would let him go.

"It hurts because..." Kurapika paused to lick his lips and swallow, "because I'm not... not wearing anything, and you.... It's like what we're doing isn't even worth the effort of getting undressed."

Leorio blinked, stunned. That certainly *wasn't* what he thought. Hell, he hadn't even *realized* that he had never been naked for one of their trysts.

"I hate it," Kurapika reiterated. "Each time we do this again, I hope that you'll take off those suits of yours, to at least be on the same ground as me. And tonight... tonight I thought we'd..." His eyes flickered to one of the beds. Then he shook his head, blond hair whipping about his face. "But no, it was more of the same." Now Kurapika sounded miserable. "Again, like it's... like it's something that has to be squeezed into a schedule."

"Kurapika!" Now that was going too far. Misunderstandings or no, that bordered on offensive.

At least the Kuruta had shame enough to wince at Leorio's admonishing exclamation. "How would you like me to see it, then?"

Leorio threw up his hands, irritation beginning to surface. "Well, if you were so troubled about this, why didn't you say something sooner? Like, oh I don't know... before we were all over each other tonight? If you hated the way we were doing it, why did you *keep* doing it?"

"Because... you seemed to like it that way." The reply was soft, a touch longing, and promptly snuffed out the flickering flame that was Leorio's aggravation.

"You..." He didn't get a chance to finish, because he was suddenly shoved back far enough so that Kurapika could escape the bedroom. He felt a little foolish for being caught off-guard, but didn't follow the blonde.

But this... was an interesting, unexpected turn of events. Kurapika hadn't actually admitted it, but Leorio had a strong suspicion that his feelings weren't unrequited, after all. He wouldn't press for a confession, though. No, not yet. Somehow, he knew they'd meet again, probably sooner than they thought. Himself, Kurapika, Gon, and Killua... none of them could ever imagine going forever without meeting again. It was unthinkable.

But no vows of undying love would be made tonight. Maybe in the future, but not tonight. As for more immediate concerns... well, Leorio was already conjuring a solution to *that* problem. He checked his watch, noting that they still had more than enough time. At this point, though, a time limit wouldn't have stopped him.

Leorio strode purposefully to the bathroom, the plan coming together as he walked. The door was open and Kurapika was standing by the sink, having just brushed his teeth and now inspecting one eye. He glanced over as Leorio filled the doorway, expression guarded. Leorio didn't speak, eyes raking over the one who had been his companion, friend, and lover all in such a short time.

"You'll have to let me out of the bathroom eventually," Kurapika said at last, clearly expecting another interrogation.

"Eventually," Leorio replied, and shut the door to emphasize the word.

When the door locked with an audible click, Kurapika's eyes widened a fraction. They got rounder when Leorio's hands went to the remaining fastened buttons on his shirt, fingers deftly undoing them. The shirt, still faintly damp with sweat, came off seconds later, sliding down his arms and falling to the tiled floor.

"Leorio?"

Ignoring the Kuruta's call, Leorio held the bewildered blue-green gaze with his own as he began removing his slacks. They hit the floor with the clink of a belt buckle, leaving Leorio clad in nothing more than faded white boxer shorts.

Like this, he noted, he matched Kurapika's yukata very well. But that wasn't what he was going for. So he moved his hands to the waistband.

Kurapika's yukata helped lend some color to his skin. The crisp white made the blush creeping across his cheeks more apparent. When Leorio slid his shorts off, Kurapika aimed his gaze at the floor. "Leorio, what are you doing?"

Leorio didn't answer, and slowly, so slowly, Kurapika looked up. His shy gaze moved over Leorio's naked form, lingering longer on some parts. Leorio couldn't blame him for being curious, especially since this was the first time Kurapika had seen him completely naked. Technically, it was the second time, but back then, he hadn't *looked*.

When Leorio took his first step forward, Kurapika started, pale fingers of one hand gripping the edge of the sink. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to fix a mistake," Leorio replied curtly, marching purposefully closer.

The fact that Kurapika had allowed something he so obviously disliked to happen purely because Leorio had appeared to enjoy it tugged at his heartstrings. It had been a misunderstanding, and now was the time to fix it. It was as good a time as any.

"What mistake?" Kurapika wondered, taking a wary step back.

"I didn't *mean* to hurt you," Leorio explained, advancing despite the Kuruta's continued retreat. "I didn't even *know* that I... look, we did this whole night all wrong. Can we try again?" He didn't want to part ways with this... rift between them.

"Gon and Killua will be back soon," the blonde pointed out.

"They'll have to learn about this sometime," Leorio cracked, grinning at Kurapika's flabbergasted expression. He took another step forward, Kurapika took another step back, and then the Kuruta's calves hit the edge of the bathtub and he stumbled, nearly falling backwards to what might have been a serious head injury. He regained his balance easily enough, but Leorio had already acted, rushing closer and pulling him forward. The end result was for Kurapika to find himself nestled protectively within a circle of strong arms.

"I knew you'd fall for me someday," Leorio chided, knowing it was a bad joke.

Kurapika informed him of that, anyway. "That was terrible."

"I'm sorry. Not about the joke," he added hastily when Kurapika looked up and gave him an odd look. "I'm sorry for everything." He rested his forehead against the blonde's. "Can you forgive me?"

"Well--" The reply was cut short when Leorio dived in for a kiss, trying his best to influence the verdict. "I suppose," the blonde managed after his tongue was released. He laid his head against Leorio's chest, rubbed his cheek over Leorio's heart.

They remained that way for a few minutes, Leorio wanting very much for something more to happen, but at the same time not wanting this moment to end. He was already imagining how he would put his plan into motion, and felt a little embarrassed when Kurapika shifted against him. He was more than aware of his hardening erection, and there was no way the Kuruta could have missed it, pressed against his stomach as it was.

Kurapika glanced up at him, expression apologetic. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner."

"Forget it." Leorio glanced around Kurapika at the bathtub. "Come on." He hooked his hands under the blonde's arms and lifted him effortlessly, and then set him down inside the tub.

"What are you doing?" Kurapika wondered, watching as Leorio, naked and aroused, stepped into the tub himself.

Leorio reached out, knowing his eyes were full of wicked intent, moving his arm around Kurapika. The Kuruta remained still, not quite stiff, waiting for Leorio to take hold of him again.

Leorio turned on the shower.

"LEORIO!" Kurapika yelped as the bitterly cold water rained down on him. Leorio *had* turned the knob further into the "hot" section, but it would take a few seconds for the water to warm up. Because of that, Leorio was glad that he wasn't the one who was directly under the showerhead.

He'd half-hoped that Kurapika would cling to him to escape the spray, but the Kuruta instead drew behind the falling water, pressing his back against the cool tiles. The glare he gave made Leorio shiver with anticipation. It looked more sultry than angry when Kurapika delivered it while he was dripping wet, yukata soaked and clinging, leaving little to the imagination.

"What was that for?" the blonde hissed angrily. Leorio couldn't blame him for being a mite put out. There was nothing funny about having freezing water dumped on you.

"It's warmer now," Leorio offered, holding up a hand to test it.

"That wasn't necessary," the blonde snarled, brushing wet bangs out of his eyes.

"I was under the impression that you wanted tonight to be unforgettable," Leorio ad-libbed wryly as he slid the shower curtain closed.

"Oh, I won't forget *that*," Kurapika assured him, still looking annoyed.

Leorio flashed a grin, and then he was walking through the spray, flicking water from his face and pinning Kurapika to the wall.

The kiss was wet, saliva mingling with water. Leorio braced one forearm beside Kurapika's head, using his other hand to cup the Kuruta's cheek. Kurapika's fingers wrapped around Leorio's biceps, and for the longest time, the only movements were those of their tongues, traveling back and forth from one mouth to the other.

When they broke for fresh air, the tiles were covered in condensation and steam was rising toward the ceiling. Leorio licked the water from one of Kurapika's ears, then bit it.

"A reversal," he commented huskily, fingering the sodden yukata his lover wore.

"It's about time," Kurapika replied softly, resting a palm against Leorio's heart and trailing downwards, over Leorio's hard stomach muscles, navel, and coming to a halt just above the thatch of dark pubic hair. His half-lidded stare remained fixed on Leorio's chest, and then he was leaning forward, closing pink lips around one coffee-colored nipple.

Leorio groaned, realizing that outside of that first mutual hand-job, Kurapika had never really done much to him. Probably, he admitted, because Leorio had always been fully clothed. Now, though, there was no clothing barring the blonde's way. Leorio got a taste of what was to come when Kurapika's hand drooped lower, touching his hardened length with shy but determined fingers. He moaned this time, dipping his head back. The hot shower spray pattered against his face, but all he was really conscious of was the hand around his length, and the shivers that ran up his spine when Kurapika transferred his attentions to Leorio's other nipple.

"Enough," Leorio ground out some minutes later. He pulled away a fraction.

Kurapika stopped. "What?"

Free from the tormenting mouth and hands, Leorio could once again think clearly. Or as clearly as possible when your erection was screaming at you to be cared for. He told it to be patient. It told him to fuck off.

Well, that was fine. That's what he intended to do, anyway.

"I didn't want to finish so soon," Leorio said, taking a deep breath. They were at that age, after all. On, off, on, off... sometimes it would be over so damned fast. Their first time, for all the hesitancy and shyness, had been over in less than ten minutes once they'd actually gotten started.

"This is pretty hot," he commented with a grin, pleased at the double meaning of his joke. He couldn't remember how exactly he'd decided to try having sex under a hot shower. Like Kurapika, Leorio had been a virgin before they'd started their infrequent trysts. He was, however, well-read as far as naughty magazines went, so he'd had some idea of what was to be done. Of course, the magazines had been intended for men to court women, so he'd had to incorporate a little improvisation. Sex in the shower, he decided, was pretty nice.

Kurapika smiled at him. "You know, whenever you're shy or nervous, you make bad jokes."

Leorio shrugged, admitting to it. "You blush and fidget," he countered. "No, no," he forestalled quickly when Kurapika opened his mouth to reply. He pushed against the Kuruta again, careful not to collide with the faucets, and deftly slid a knee between the blonde's thighs. Leorio brought his mouth level with Kurapika's, which was still open from a pleasured gasp. "Less talk, more of this," he murmured into it.

He wanted to kiss Kurapika. The blonde's mouth was right there, so tempting. But Leorio didn't know how much time they had left, and still had much to do. That yukata, for one thing, had to go. Leorio made quick work of it, and the garment fell to the floor of the bathtub in a soggy heap. He licked the water from one of Kurapika's nipples and then the other, sucking them into two pert little points. Then they *did* kiss, pressing as closely together as they could possibly get away with, groins rubbing together and causing a friction that was electrifying and addicting. Kurapika made a tentative humping motion and Leorio growled, the pit of his belly tightening so much it hurt.

He tore his mouth away from the blonde's, knees cracking as he bent down. His lips kissed random places that he passed until he was kneeling, the burning water pelting against his back. Leorio knew that his kneecaps would ache soon enough, but it was worth it. He reached around and cupped Kurapika's rear with one hand, fingers questing along the cleft before finding the puckered entrance and slipping in.

As anticipated, Kurapika jerked involuntarily. Hands found Leorio's shoulders and tightened on them as one of his fingers started making its way inside. Leorio knew that the Kuruta didn't particularly like being fingered, not at first, and tolerated it mainly because he was small, and it made things much easier. A concentrated touch or two to his prostate, though, and he was always considerably more relaxed about it. Kurapika was tense as the finger explored the inner ring of his anus, and Leorio diverted his attention by going down on him.

This was the fourth time he'd tasted Kurapika, and Leorio was certain he'd never tire of it. The soft weight in his hand and mouth tasted like skin, water, and a sort of sour-salty tang that came from the droplets at the tip. He winced minutely when the blonde's fingers threaded painfully into his hair, but it wasn't enough to make him stop. Kurapika wasn't very vocal until climax; the noises that came from him were low and quiet: groans, gurgles, or whimpers, mainly. Leorio added another finger, always insistent on at least two, and sought out the tiny lump of the Kuruta's prostate. A few touches and it was all over. Kurapika came with a strangled cry, and Leorio drank it all down.

He pulled his fingers out and rose, taking a moment to cradle the blonde against him - a short post-climatic cuddle that was interrupted by Leorio's not-so-patient erection. He ran his fingers through Kurapika's wet hair, brushing it back.

"Can I?" he murmured.

Kurapika nodded against his chest, pulling away. He had the dazed, relaxed look of the sated in his eyes, but was definitely willing to help see Leorio through to the end. "In here?" he asked doubtfully.

"We did everything else in here," Leorio pointed out, giving his own hard length a couple of rubs from his own hand. "You don't want to?" Please don't make us relocate, he pleaded, his cock echoing wholeheartedly. Of course, he *would* move to their room if Kurapika wanted it, but....

"No, it's okay." Kurapika started brushing past him. "But neither of us are going to be slipping," he declared in a tone that broke no argument. "I don't want to have to explain anything to Gon and Killua," he added as he settled on all fours.

Even though Kurapika had come already, Leorio still felt a little guilty about being the only one who would climax from this. The last two times, they had each managed to come twice. Their bodies were young, fit, and eager, and with a bit of deliberate teasing, they could certainly go for at least two rounds.

They didn't have much time for extended play, though, so Leorio just steadied himself and took care of his own aching need. It would still feel good for Kurapika, even if it wouldn't take him all the way.

The push into the tight ring of muscle alone nearly broke him, nearly made him start thrusting madly in and out. But he paced himself, slowly working his way in, moving his hips in tiny circles once he was fully seated. *Then* he gave in, pulling out and slamming back in. He tried to concentrate on his feet, to keep him balanced, but all too soon he became a thing that wanted only to *do* and to *feel*. He didn't know how hard he was rocking the slender blonde under him, but Kurapika didn't complain and nothing painful seemed to have happened and he was going, going, no, not going - *coming*, he was *coming*...!

The moments immediately after his climax were all a blur, but when his senses returned to him, he and Kurapika were curled up in the far end of the tub. Kurapika was sitting up, his back against the wall, and Leorio was lying against him, long legs stretching to the other end. The warm water rained down of his calves.

After long moments had passed, Leorio cleared his throat. "Was that better?"

"Much," Kurapika replied. One hand reached around and smoothed Leorio's wet hair back from his forehead. "We should... what time is it?"

"I... don't know."

"We should get out of here, then."

"Eventually."

They stayed in the tub together for a little while longer, wanting to savor the time they had alone while they still could.

Tomorrow they would say goodbye for the time being, but Leorio was confident that they would pick up where they left off.