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Guns and Roses [AU: Yusuke X Kurama]

Kurama lightly hummed and tilted his head just slightly to add just a hint more pressure on his cheek from those gentle fingers, and hummed again at the quick peck of a kiss. "No more of that now, Yusuke," he purred lightly. "You are far smarter than you give yourself credit for." He leaned down further, stopping when their noses touched. "So stop speaking, and use your mouth for much more pleasant things," he said before closing the distance between them the rest of the way and firmly pressing their lips together; and his was not just a quick peck.

He sighed quietly, blissfully, as he ran the tip of his tongue along Yusuke's lower lip, goading the detective to play back. At the same time, Kurama moved his right hand from the bed to run his palm slowly down his boyfriend's side, only to slip under his shirt and start sliding back up.
 
He couldn't help but smirk lightly at the comment he received as their noses touched and he rubbed them together in a need for movement. He would still deny being cute if it was ever brought up again. The smirk came from wondering if that was the proper way of telling him to 'shut up and kiss me already', or something like that anyway. Because that was what he got just after it was said, and the change wiped the smirk right off his face after a moment of it lingering there when a sigh came from his partner and changed his mood entirely.

The proper tongue ran over his lips and his own came out to meet it as they parted, a shutter rolling through him from head to toe as that hand reached up his shirt so enticingly. Yes, his mood shifted dramatically, and in response he lifted himself back up in order to flip their positions as he took a better hold on those hips and tugged them down while his own pressed up in anticipation.
 
Kurama gave a quiet, chiding hum and steadied his knees, planting himself firmly on the bed to keep himself from being pushed over onto his back. It was a tempting prospect, his nerves were still buzzing from their blissful nights, but he had something else in mind. He shifted again, this time straddling Yusuke's thighs to keep him still.

Without breaking the kiss, Kurama continued to slide his hand up, pushing up his boyfriend's shirt in the process. His fingers and palm were soft and smooth, the touch light and delicate yet sure in it's feather light trail along the detective's side and over his chest; the tips of his fingers gently brushing over Yusuke's nipple.
 
Yusuke stopped the moment he was denied the movement, his eyes popping open to look over the far too close face to get a good view of why he was. When he was straddled however a heavy shudder rolled through him and his curiosity flew out the window. Kurama was taking control of the situation right away instead of letting him and that turned him on way too much for him to be able to think of anything else in that moment. He took a deep breath through his nose as he kissed and when he let it out it came with a light groan that showed his appreciation more than he would have liked. The flush it caused to permeate his entire face wasn't fully from embarrassment.

Yusuke's body seemed to want to comply fairly easily too, as his hands remained stagnant on Kurama's hips and he simply lowered himself slowly back down, doing his best not to lose track of those lips and that tongue along the way.
 
Yusuke's easy compliance pulled a pleased rumble from his chest. Kurama gradually shifted back, breaking the kiss to get a good look at the man beneath him, and licked his lower lip at the delicious sight he was given. "Lift your arms," he ordered smoothly, pushing up Yusuke's shirt to remove and discard it to the floor.

He paused again to get a good look at his lover. To run his hands slowly over Yusuke's exposed torso. To admire the firm muscles twitching under his fingertips. "Which would you prefer, Yusuke?" He started, leaning back down to place a few slow, warm kisses to his chest. "Lubricant, or flower nectar?" he finished with a purr.
 
Their kiss was broken and Kurama pulled away, giving Yusuke a good view of him for a moment as he sat there staring down at him. Those pretty green eyes were raking him in and it was making him squirm internally. His back lifted along with his arms to help with the removal of the shirt and he gave a soft huff as he relaxed back on the bed and looked the redhead over himself, shivering under the touches he was receiving as he lifted his hands and made quick work of the latches on his boyfriend's uniform jacket between two fingers.

The question caught him off guard. He had to blink through it even as he pushed the jacket out of his way to get access to his under shirt and lift it enough to get his hands underneath to return the petting actions that were being set against him. Kurama had started a pace that Yusuke had fallen into in a weird way. He was in control, and he wanted to follow it rather than push it along this time.

He got over the question relatively quickly though, a grin rolling across his lips and an amused snuff passing through his nose. "Of course you're prepared." He leaned forward and pecked at his boyfriend's lips before pulling back and lifting an eyebrow. "Guess it doesn't matter if I'm smart or not since I got you, right?"
 
With an appreciative sigh, Shuichi pressed into Yusuke's touch. Those warm, calloused palms sent a rolling heat through his body that he mimicked with his hips in a slow grind; and he couldn't hide a visible shiver. He paused in his own petting just long enough to shrug his jacket off and absently toss it to the floor beside Yusuke's shirt. He replaced his hands on his lover's sides and chuckled warmly. "Well, one of us has to be," he replied before their lips met in a kiss that was just a bit too short. He huffed a quiet laugh, "Yes, you have me."

Kurama again pulled his hands away, this time to brace himself against the mattress to lean over towards the bedside table. "But you are intelligent, and I will hear no more to the contrary." He opened the drawer and pulled something out before sitting back on his boyfriend's thighs. He held up a glass vial to show it off. It fit perfectly in his left palm, and the label had been cleanly removed to show the clear liquid inside. About a quarter had been used. He'd attempted to use cheaper, more gel like lubricant, but found that the oils were worth the extra price.

He placed his right hand over Yusuke's stomach, spreading his fingers over well defined abs. "Shall we try something different this time?" He asked with a warm purr and a playful gleam in his eyes.
 
The argument was moot. Yusuke's self depreciating jokes weren't likely to stop. Especially now that he had even more reason for them.

His attention followed Kurama's movements and landed on the small thing in his hand, head tilting lightly as he looked it over as a thought struck and stuck with him. Shuichi wasn't just prepared. This stuff was used. Which meant he had it before what they were about to be using it for together.

Despite the happy shiver a roaming hand brought back to him, chocolate eyes met the forested ones gleaming down on him just as playfully as his nose lifted just the slightest bit and a teasing smirk slid itself across his lips as he only barely managed not to chuckle out his words. "Looks like you already tried it out before. Should I be jealous, Shuichi?"

The silly tease in his eyes was offset by the gentle rub of hands down his lover's thighs, but accented with a quick, teasing squeeze of his thumbs to the inside of them.
 
The smoothly seductive, dominant roll he'd happily place himself in faltered for just a moment at the tease sent his way. A hint of color touched his cheeks, and he glanced up and away; but it didn't last long. "Absolutely," He started with a playful lilt. His gaze returned to Yusuke, and his lips twitched up in a teasing smile. His boyfriend was so easy to read, and so easy to string along; and it was in Kurama's nature to manipulate and taunt, and it wouldn't be a stretch to call him 'petty.' Not even that delightful squeeze to his thighs could stop him from getting the 'last laugh,' as it were. "Hiei seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."
 
Yusuke's grip loosened and his face dropped to blank. "Huh?"

Confused by the statement was likely an understatement, as it took that hamster wheel of his a long moment to process it. At first he perceived the tease back, but when Hiei was brought up it sent his mind reeling for far too long of a moment.

And when it did sink in chocolate eyes locked on green gems as he sat up on his elbows slightly, an awkward smile stretching his lips as his grip tightened again slightly. He was still teasing him, right? "What?"
 
That devious smile of his grew a bit more prominent, and a chuckle rumbled in his chest. Yusuke was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the tease, but the teen's subconscious understood perfectly. His boyfriend was jealous, so said the possessive grip on his thighs. Shuichi's chuckle turned into a gentle laugh, and he leaned forward to press their lips together briefly. "Don't worry Yusuke. You are the only one to have this body," he assured.

The lubricant was set aside on the bed for later use before Kurama tugged lightly at the waist band of Yusuke's pants. "Now, I need you to release my thighs. This position isn't quite suitable for my plans."
 
He  was fucking with him. The thought furrowed his brow into a pout that wasn't quite kissed away. Although it did soften a little as the assurance sunk in. Kurama had already told him as much from the beginning after all. It was stupid for him to fall for the ploy in the first place. With Hiei as the ruse of all people. Then again, Kurama probably knew that was the perfect person to use to strike a chord in him.

He let go as instructed, not sure what to do with his hands so pulling his arms up behind his head to support himself leisurely in a teasingly laid back position until he got a better idea of what it was his foxy human had planned. "So mean," he huffed, the remainder of his pout still pointed at his boyfriend as if waiting for amends.
 
"I never claimed to be otherwise," he chuckled back, offering only a touch of noses in apology. With his legs free, Kurama shifted himself again, this time spreading Yusuke's legs to settle between them. He rested the detective's thighs over his own and rolled his hips in a slow grind. If his intentions hadn't been clear before, they were sure to be now.

He took the time to grasp the hem of his white undershit and lift it up over his head in a flourish, flicking his hair in a pretty swish. The shirt joined the growing pile on the floor before his hands returned to Yusuke's pants to start removing them. "But I don't believe you realize just how cruel I've been to you." He pulled the waist band down far enough to comfortably cup his boyfriend's still clad shaft in a warm, massaging hold.
 
Yusuke molded with the touched, moving with it and settling into position happily. The inturruption had been annoying but short, and hadnt deterred him despite the upset. Kurama's intention had been clear before, but being reminded of it wiped the pout from his face and replaced it with something far more docile as he unlaced his arms and pulled them free to be ready to play back.

First though, he watched on happily as Shuichi exposed his chest in a pretty flourish and looked him over appreciatively. When they had done this before Yusuke had rushed them along during to his impatience, and while he wanted to sit up now to touch and toy with every inch of beautifully exposed skin in front of him, Kurama had said he had a plan. The antsy want already showed in a twist of his lips and a twitch of his hips, but he behaved himself despite it, planting his hand on the mattress beside himself for the moment. Though there was no saying as much for when his fox got closer.

Work started on his pants and words were said that served to confuse him all over again. Although, he found himself shivering in light bliss for a few moments before he could formulate an answer. He'd been so focused up on Shuichi that his touch caught him off gaurd long enough to force out a warm hum of appreciation.

"What do you mean?" Yusuke sat up on an elbow and lifted his opposite hand to run his fingers lightly over Kurama's working arm absent mindedly before moving to lift himself further to reach for his chest. He couldn't help but touch.
 
Yusuke was trying so valiantly to submit, but the twitching his boyfriend was doing told him that it wouldn't last long; and he was right. The touch was absent minded, subconscious. He wondered if the detective even knew what he was doing. Shuichi allowed it for a moment, enjoying the heat of Yusuke's palm on his chest. He would have let it continue on, if he didn't know for a fact that it would lead them in a completely different direction.

He placed his free hand on Yusuke's chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed. "I mean," he started, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses to a tempting neck. "You treated me so kindly our first time." His kisses continued, and he had to shift back as they trailed down to Yusuke's collar bone. "And yet when our roles reversed, I did the opposite." He continued to shuffle his knees back to let him nibble and suckle on Yusuke's chest and getting teasingly close to a pert nipple. "I am hoping, that you will allow me a 'do over,' as you'd put it."
 
The hand to his chest made him realise what he was doing. He followed it down obediently and lifted his chin to accept the attention happily, shivering under it. But Kurama was close now and his hands roamed, playing rough fingers over his arms gently. Down, then up.

He nodded lightly as his lover spoke, taking in his words as easily as his touch, and glad for the ability to split his attention while his fingers traveled back up those smooth arms. The kisses pulled soft sighs from his chest while that massaging hand worked him higher.

As Kurama drew down further Yusuke's fingers slid up over his shoulders and down his back, trailing his nails back up. One hand stopped to cup the back of his head lightly while the other repeated its travel down his back. "Okay."
 
He couldn't deny this touching. They were too close, it would be cruel to deny him. He understood the need quite well, they simply couldn't keep their hands off of each other. "Thank you," he hummed between gentle nibbles around his navel. He had to let go of Yusuke's excitement in order to hook his fingers under the waist band of Yusuke's underwear and start pulling them down; and he didn't stop until his boyfriend was bare and his pants were discarded to the floor. He was forced to sit up to do so.

His own erection was now vehemently pressing against his pants, eager to be free, but Kurama ignored it for now. He looked down on his partner with a heated gaze for a long while before he continued. "Please roll over for me Yusuke. On your hands and knees, if you would."
 
He resisted a whine as Kurama pulled away, lifting his hips to help pull away his pants. It was both freeing and tormenting; losing the cloth, but also losing the grip. But in looking down at his loss he did have the chance to notice the rather prominent gain in his fox. It served to give him a rather pleasing rush of excitement.

When he looked up to offer a small tease for it the start of a grin he was about to face Shuichi with was lost under a shroud of shiver inducing pressure. The stare that was facing him down forced a heated breath to stutter past his lips as his chin dipped slightly and he peeked up at the redhead from under his lashes.

The polite order was still just that, and despite the meek way he'd just been made to feel all over again it gave rise to that obstinace in him. With a grin, Yusuke sat up and pressed himself up against the redhead seductively. "Oh?"

He slid himself away slowly and made a show in turning around, plopping onto his knees and smacking each hand onto the mattress dramatically before looking over his shoulder. With a smirk, a waggle of his eyebrows, and a shake of his hips he asked, "Like this?"

Though none of his flourish could hide the small shroud of color marring his face.
 
That grin was met with amusement, and Shuichi raised an eyebrow as the detective pressed against him so delightfully. He couldn't help a laughing huff as he watched Yusuke's little show. His act of rebellion was rather cute, and when the detective looked back, he'd see Shuichi's shoulders shaking in bit back laughter. "You know, Yusuke, if nothing else," he started, voice wavering in his chuckles. A devious gleam mingled into his amused expression, and in one swift movement, Kurama smacked his hand across Yusuke's backside with a loud 'SLAP.' "Your mouth is incredibly smart."
 
There was no helping it, really. He was naked and exposed, and under that sultry stare he'd felt every bit of it. It had given rise to his need for bravado, the change in position not being any different. It got what he wanted though. A reaction.

Safe to say, it wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Well, maybe moreso at first.

He was close to reveling in a small victory for breaking the fox's composure when he was blindsided by his follow through. The stinging slap to his ass was so far past something he'd expect from Kurama that it was more than just a surprise. But the yelp he received for giving it wasn't just for the shock of it. It also wasn't all he got.

The stinging pain to his ass cheek right along with the crisp sound of it ringing through the room sent a jolt of pleasure pulsing through his cock that was even more surprising than the blow itself. It lurched through him and forced his yelp to end with a small gasp. And for once Yusuke grasped the situation immediately.

His eyes widened the size of dinner plates and his face and chest lit on fire as he quickly straightened himself back out and stiffened against the awkward feeling he'd just been exposed to. "Yeah, no shit," he attempted to pout out as he hid his face from the redhead by facing it forward.

What the fuck?

Yusuke knew he was all kinds of screwed up. But what kind of fucked up did he have to be to get turned on by being hit? Then again, even as he was asking himself as much, that wasn't really the question running through his mind; considering he already knew from experience that he didn't get turned on by simply being hit.
 
Well, now this was an unexpected, but pleasant surprise. He heard that gasp, he saw that preen, and he'd swear he could smell Yusuke's arousal spike. A smile pulled at his lips, and his eyes curved in an expression that screamed 'the cat caught the canary.' It was oh so tempting to explore this new development, but it would simply have to wait. He had different plans.

Kurama chuckled smoothly as he leaned forward, grinding his trapped length against his partner's backside while placing a hand down between Yusuke's shoulder blades. He pressed down gently, but firmly to coerce the detective into lowering his chest to the mattress. "Calm down Yusuke," he chided playfully. "You will enjoy this much more if you just relax, and relent."
 
Kurama's clothed election pressed against him in a grind and a new wave of arousal assaulted his senses, shivers wracking away the stiffness in his shoulders as a hand was placed between them. It did nothing for the heat still radiating through his features. Neither did the light groan he gave too readily in response to the attention.

That obstinate need, spurred on by his embarrassment, had him resisting the push for a moment but he did give in and go down quickly enough. Lowered onto his chest, he rested his forearms on the mattress with his hands near his face, cheek pressed to the side and looking up at his boyfriend from the corner of his eye over that oh so charming grin of his. "As long as you're done beating me up," he negotiated.
 
"You drive a hard bargain," he hummed before leaning down further, draping himself fully over the detective to place open mouthed kisses to the back of his neck. "But I will accept your terms." With that, the fox curled his fingers and lightly scraped his nails down Yusuke's sides. He allowed himself a bit of relief with his continued grinding, but reluctantly pulled himself away. His erection was already throbbing in his pants, and it wouldn't take much to have him dripping. He didn't want to risk a distraction.

Shuichi slid himself down slowly, kissing along Yusuke's spine between long, lapping licks of his tongue and reveling in the salty hint of sweat. Once low enough, he placed an apologetic kiss on the pink hand print he'd left behind before lightly nibbling at it.
 
They were close again and Yusuke bathed in it, soaking up the kisses as they were offered and relaxing under the warmth of his partner. Nails shaped down his sides and he shuddered visibly under the touch. And Hell, he was already ready for for those pesky pants to be out of the way to just connect them completely already. The grinding was making him ache something fierce and he wanted more.

So when Kurama started pulling away again it was more than a little disappointing. The sweet attention of his mouth barely manage to keep the frustrated whine bubbling in his throat at bay. But it did. Because the man had a plan, as he'd said, and Yusuke had resigned himself already to following it despite his impatience and need to be close and touching his redhead.

When teeth ticked against his ass cheek however his resignation waned just a bit in lieu of surprise. A meek noise of it bubbled past his lips as his head popped up and his hips jumped. He didn't sit up, but he did turn his head in an attempt to look back at what was going on curiously, quiet in further attempt to be sneaky about it.
 
He stifled another quiet laugh at Yusuke's jump in lieu of offering another soothing lick. Kurama pulled back enough to cup his hands over those muscular cheeks and spread them apart. "Relax," he reminded before leaning in again, this time to run the flat of his tongue over the puckered ring once, twice, then he pointed the slick to carefully wiggle it inside.

Kurama closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose as he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could manage. He curled it downwards, flicking across sensitive inner walls to find that sweet spot that would pull the most wonderful sounds from his obstinate partner.
 
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