Kurapika raises his eyebrows slightly when he feels that hand sliding up under his shirt, getting ready to protest if Leorio decides to try tickling him again (and to let him know that if he tries that he is never getting to tie Kurapika up again, so help him).

He's glad to find that it seems he won't have to make that threat after all. There's still something to be said about how that doesn't really match up with the whole scenario here, but, as the calloused pads of Leorio's fingers slide over his ribs, Kurapika doesn't find himself too inclined to complain. He takes a deep breath, the slow expansion of his ribcage against that broad hand the closest he's willing to get to actually leaning into the touch.

It's almost disappointing when Leorio pulls his hand back, when he breaks eye contact, but it's hard to be disappointed for too long when Leorio slides his pants down past his hips.

He nods slowly, taking just a moment to remind himself of his own damn part of the setup. Shit, maybe he should let Leorio top more often. The challenge will be in finding a way to suggest that to him that won't enable him to be a smug jackass about it. "...Yes. That was it."