Shit. Shit. Why is it all the hotter when Kurapika looks straight at him like that? Leorio has no god damn idea how he's going to hold himself back, when that has the a pit of hot ember warming up the bottom of his stomach.
The answer to that is, frankly, he doesn't. For all that he's supposed to be just getting rid of the pants a little bit, "hip problem" and all, Leorio's hands wander a little further than that. Even as one tugs at his pants, making sure they're loose enough to tug down, the other one slips underneath his shirt. Just- he likes to touch, alright? And with Kurapika just, right here, beneath him, hands bound over his head because let Leorio get away with it, those eyes focused right on his... Listen. It's all enough to completely forget that he's been kicked at all today, and also almost enough to make him forget he's supposed to be playing a good doctor. Not completely! Just... enough to have a hand slide under, rough pads gliding over skin and his callouses brushing against the sensitive curves that are Kurapika's ribs. Not with any intent to mess with him, this time. If there's any ticklish sensation, it's completely unintentional.
There's no way he's going to fuck up when Kurapika is actually letting him do this.
It takes a frankly amazing amount of willpower to stop his hand from going up any further than up, a fact that is probably pretty obvious with the way Leorio's gaze keeps flicking up from Kurapika's face to where his shirt has been pushed up because of the hand underneath it. He really wants to go further. He really wants to! But he's going to be really good and pull his hand out.
(That sort of makes it worse, actually, seeing Kurapika's shirt crumpled up lopsidedly and exposing his waist like this. Just- something about the disheveled nature of it on Kurapika of all people gets him all worked up. Shit. He's really not going to last, is he?)
But pants. Right. Pants. Tearing his gaze away from Kurapika's, because he thinks that might help a little bit, he finally gets both hands along his boyfriend's hips. As he slips his fingers beneath the waistband, Leorio kind of figures why Kurapika ties him up so much. Seeing that first brush of blond down past his hips, right before hips end and those strong legs begin, well, he has to take a breath. Maybe a little greedily, his hands settle right along both sides of Kurapika's hips.
"So," he says, voice a tad too rough as he tries to rein in how absurdly turned on and attracted to his boyfriend he is right now, "you said it was your hip, right?"
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The answer to that is, frankly, he doesn't. For all that he's supposed to be just getting rid of the pants a little bit, "hip problem" and all, Leorio's hands wander a little further than that. Even as one tugs at his pants, making sure they're loose enough to tug down, the other one slips underneath his shirt. Just- he likes to touch, alright? And with Kurapika just, right here, beneath him, hands bound over his head because let Leorio get away with it, those eyes focused right on his... Listen. It's all enough to completely forget that he's been kicked at all today, and also almost enough to make him forget he's supposed to be playing a good doctor. Not completely! Just... enough to have a hand slide under, rough pads gliding over skin and his callouses brushing against the sensitive curves that are Kurapika's ribs. Not with any intent to mess with him, this time. If there's any ticklish sensation, it's completely unintentional.
There's no way he's going to fuck up when Kurapika is actually letting him do this.
It takes a frankly amazing amount of willpower to stop his hand from going up any further than up, a fact that is probably pretty obvious with the way Leorio's gaze keeps flicking up from Kurapika's face to where his shirt has been pushed up because of the hand underneath it. He really wants to go further. He really wants to! But he's going to be really good and pull his hand out.
(That sort of makes it worse, actually, seeing Kurapika's shirt crumpled up lopsidedly and exposing his waist like this. Just- something about the disheveled nature of it on Kurapika of all people gets him all worked up. Shit. He's really not going to last, is he?)
But pants. Right. Pants. Tearing his gaze away from Kurapika's, because he thinks that might help a little bit, he finally gets both hands along his boyfriend's hips. As he slips his fingers beneath the waistband, Leorio kind of figures why Kurapika ties him up so much. Seeing that first brush of blond down past his hips, right before hips end and those strong legs begin, well, he has to take a breath. Maybe a little greedily, his hands settle right along both sides of Kurapika's hips.
"So," he says, voice a tad too rough as he tries to rein in how absurdly turned on and attracted to his boyfriend he is right now, "you said it was your hip, right?"