No matter how antsy he was getting Yusuke was really glad he'd taken the extra, little less than needed task of prodding and stretching he'd been doing just now. He was being over generous in it really, but he was glad. The rush that would bar his ears even slightly from the pressure and pleasure of entering his lover would have been unfortunate if he hadn't. Yes, he'd still hear him clear as day with what he had to say. But it was so much clearer. And he knew it.
A soft whine had hit his throat and stuck with just the first part that held a pause after it. It wasn't a secret, but at the same time, it wasn't something Kurama had ever fully admitted to either. The former detective teased him enough with it lovingly over the years, but the redhead had a tendency to deny it in an adorable way he simply devoured.
This was better. And after that it got even more better.
The caught noise escaped him in a hot breath as he was pulled up for a kiss; following flawlessly and taking lapping it up greedily for as long as it was offered. Sharp chocolate eyes that had pricked with determination softened the moment their lips got close. And they stayed that way as shaky breaths were drawn almost hesitantly as if they might overpower the words being offered to him if he didn't hold it back carefully. Waiting on bated breath wasn't something that was foreign to him, but it was totally different right now. And each passionate peck was gobbled up hungrily as his foxy human went on.
By the time Shuichi finished his breathless speech, Yusuke was nearly whimpering with the effort needed to keep those breaths back. But it wasn't just that either. And when he did finish slick fingers pulled free. And they were only gone for the little time it took to add that slickness to a heavily drooling shaft that only barely needed it. He was really hot all of a sudden. And there was no question on his mind as to why.
Soft, loving pecks were spread all over Kurama's face; his cheeks, temple, forehead, and even his eyes. Anything he could catch as he pressed the head into heated entrance that only managed to transfer more heat to his own body. Of course, those fingers were slowly replaced with much more. And those kisses spread down over and under his chin, down his throat and right back up as he sank into the depths of his lover. They changed their course as he slid his way in, those whimpers getting the better of him as he spoke between heavy, passionate kisses to lips that had sprouted such pretty words.
"That was amazing," he offered through a heavy whine. "Better than good...ngh." He had to take a bigger breath as he came close to seating him fully, the last agonizingly delicious seconds of his girth being swallowed caused too deep of a shutter not to need it. "Shuichi..."
His name was whined through several more whimpers as he pressed himself in to be fully sheathed and began a process of grinding that he knew so well would drive sensitive nerves insane. Between them he offered more kisses. And while the whines died off as his clean hand searched and found it's favorite place at the back of his head and coiled against it in pretty long tresses, the kisses didn't even falter slightly even as the other hand kept up its pleasing task for the smaller hardened length between them.
A quick thought that had him slightly wishing he'd grabbed that rubber band again just to make it harder for him to get totally lost in another orgasm was pushed away instantly. Oh Hell no. He wanted to make him cum a second time. And he almost wanted to do it almost through that maddening grind alone. Almost, because he slowly trickled kissing attention down his throat, and over the markings he had left on him previously. With loving attention already landed on that cock, he added a second for his own pleasure.
"I love you so much." The last of the whined words melted into a heated growl. And it was only then that heavily dilated eyes sharpened back into pricking out a determined stare heavily up on his mate. "Shuichi. I love you." The name was growled more heavily than the following words, his tongue following them out quickly to begin a gruff cleaning of the area around the mark. Previously untended blood that had trickled away from the area was groomed free of his skin roughly, heavier attention paid to where it had pooled and stained worse over the length of his collar bone and within the divot under his larynx where it met the other.
The cleaning was meticulous, making sure to pull away the all signs of the pain it represented there before that tongue trailed its way back toward the bit itself and continued to clean all around the wound just a gruffly without paying it any of the attention Yusuke very obviously wanted to be paying it so clearly at the moment, if the warm growls that were permeating his chest as he kept a lovely, even cadence driving through his hips as he drove himself seep into his fox with each thrust were any indication; if the sharp dilation of a focused, possessive gaze that hadn't left that mark as he continued since he'd started said anything at all.
Shuichi didn't want to think. Well, maybe Yusuke could do that for him even better than he was hoping for at the moment. When that tongue finally made its way into touching that angry looking wound, its touch became so light and gentle it was nothing more than loving and tender. No matter how soft the touch would be, he knew it would cause his lovely fox discomfort, but at the same time he had learned something from him during their talk over dinner. It also caused him some other emotion and feeling that Yusuke didn't have the words for, that Kurama hadn't exactly put the words to either, but that Yusuke not knew that his foxy human absolutely understood. The sharp pinprick of his pupils blew out all over again without compromising the lovely torment his thrusting, grinding hips were providing; without compromising the protective hold against the base of his lover's skull, or the magnanimous pumping of the throbbing cock being treated between them.
The change in them it represented could be felt in a far more physical sense this time, however. A very different one, as well. The instinctual want to bite into his mate's flesh and transfer his energy that had overtaken him earlier that evening had been scary, had startled him because something had told him how bad it would be if he didn't stop. But right now, the feeling he was feeling right now was completely different. In wanting to share in this way with his lover, wanting to offer him his everything; to connect them in every possible way he could. He wanted to be open and honest. He wanted him to be able to feel everything he was feeling, every wonderful feeling that Shuichi was forcing him to feel and absolutely shine it on him and spread it through him just like his sweet lover did for him.
So this time, when he felt the gentle rise in his energy begin to trickle through his body he didn't stop it. Because this particular instinctual reaction came with no red flag. This particular instinctual reaction was far too regular for him to even recognize as something too new not to be willing to trust himself with it. It was warm and protective, not frantic and possessive. On top of that, his teeth were not connected with his redhead. He was simply offering careful kitten licks that was cleaning loose blood and avoiding scabbing wounds.
"I love you so much, Shuichi," he repeated warmly, wholeheartedly, as that energy began trickling to the surface and rising around them in the form a familiar blanket of an aura.
It was warm. It was gentle and caressing, sweet and protective. It was as loving, and open, and as warm and happy as Yusuke was hoping it would be projected as. He wasn't hiding anything behind his wall.
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