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hello my name is doctor paradinight

It had started out as almost-sort-of a joke, in that Leorio's sense of humor is crude and sometimes he likes working up his boyfriend. Then it had, well, kind of maybe started a conversation. Then that conversation had meant taking out a die to make up a decision for them before they started bickering... They'd started bickering anyway because Kurapika said Leorio had cheated (he might have, listen), Leorio said Kurapika did (he's seen those hands!!), and it had taken a little bit before they'd finally rolled the die with no bickering from either of them.

Then again, considering that Lady Luck had smooched him right on the cheek for the die to roll in his favor, it's not like Leorio had any reason to bicker.

It had taken a little more preparation, after that, not discounting any bickering (playful or otherwise). He'd wanted to do this right, after all, and, well... Who knows better about a doctor's office than someone studying to be one? So he might have gotten into it, a little bit, although he already had. He doesn't have a top notch Hunter's salary yet... but Leorio has something better, and that's being a penny pincher. He'd already been getting stuff for his apartment's cheap study anyway. Some basic tools just to look professional set to the side on his desk, a bench covered in paper to give it that medical look... It's bullshit, but it's trained bullshit. He could probably run a mildly illegal practice this way, really.

He won't (yet) but it's something to keep in mind.

Now, the finishing touch: a nice white doctor's coat, picked up for cheap at a thrift store when he'd been snooping around for other reasons. Leorio fusses with it in the bathroom, well aware that once he's done, they're going right into it. It had been in a thrift store, true, but he knows how to make the most of what he's got. It's been his whole life. All it had needed is a little touching up and voila. He straightens out his back, tugging on the coat to straighten it out. He looks good. Yeah. It makes him think, briefly, of the far future where he might wear this sort of coat for real... but it's the near future, with Kurapika in it, that has his attention.

Alright, this should be long enough for them both to be ready. He'd just told Kurapika to wing it as the patient and not worry too much; all the actual medical bullshitting will be with him. Hopefully he takes it to mind. For now, Leorio just takes a deep breath and steps out of the bathroom over to the closed door where his boyfriend waits behind.

Yeah, he has this.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," he says as he opens the door, faking professional unfamiliarity. It's not quite on point. Leorio can lie, especially if it means cheating in a dice game or arm wrestling or anything... but he's someone who wears his heart on his sleeve just as easily to anyone who's paying attention. It's almost painfully obvious that he's trying to gauge how Kurapika is taking in his appearance, white coat over carefully tailored waistcoat and slacks. Be attracted! Please be attracted! Are you? I want to be, for you. "I'm Doctor Paradinight."

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You know, if he'd been offered the mental image of Kurapika tied up, red-faced, worn out on the floor an hour before, Leorio would have jumped on that meaning he's actually a great top who can tug Kurapika to the same level that he usually ends up.

Instead, here they are, and Leorio slumps atop the rage-filled poptart that is his boyfriend with a huff.

"Takes one to know one." They're both assholes, a fact they both knew from Day 1. "I thought you were always complainin' about me being a prick who rushes too much."

He can't actually argue with that, yeah.

"That's because you are." He's not wrong there, okay. "You do know there's a... a middle ground, right? Between rushing into sex and turning it into an actual medical checkup?"

"If you took care of yourself, it wouldn't be an actual medical checkup." He's right on that and they both know it! Or maybe it's just him that knows it, and Kurapika is, as usual, fighting against the very idea that he's more right about him that something.

But, ugh- Pushing himself up onto one elbow so that he's not completely flattening Kurapika, Leorio ruffles his hair in frustration. "Besides, that last bit wasn't a medical checkup!"

See, Kurapika can believe that, partly just because Leorio of all people wouldn't be putting off sex unless he saw a reason for it. It is, in Kurapika's opinion, a stupid reason, because Kurapika is doing just fine and doesn't need a checkup, but it's why this is happening to begin with.

He raises an eyebrow sardonically, which would probably look slightly better if he weren't having to twist around awkwardly to peer at Leorio over his shoulder. "Then what was it? Because if that was meant to be foreplay, it seemed awfully professional for you."

"Shut up." Eloquent comebacks as usual from him, he knows. Pushing himself up a little further until he's straddling Kurapika's legs, he glances away with his hand shifting down and away from his hair so that he can scrub it across his face. Unlike some people, he can't just get embarrassed and blush and have that be it. It's just, well. Embarrassing. Obviously. So, like a flustered idiot, he just scowls at air and rubs at his face like that will keep the skin from turning red.

"If it seems like that, it's just because-" Ugh. It's not a big deal, but he feels a little dumb right now anyway. Leorio's hand keeps rubbing up and down one cheek. "I've just been taking massage classes. As, you know, part of my studies. Gel said it would be a good idea." You know, one of their coworkers, the people Leorio regularly talks to. Well, at this stage he guesses she's probably more along the lines of one of his teachers considering she's such a high ranking Poison Hunter, even if they do work with each other.

Honestly, if anything, the friction might be making him redder. It's kind of cute, frankly, as disinclined as Kurapika might be to say as much right now.

Instead, he's preoccupied with considering that, frowning into his own shoulder. "So... it was a massage," he says, perhaps somewhat pointlessly given that Leorio... pretty much just said that.

It's another long few seconds before he admits, "It wasn't bad."

Someone stop the presses, Kurapika is actually admitting to something. Leorio pauses, fingers still along his stubble, and his mouth does that slight shift downwards. When he's wearing his shades, it's a little action that helps him peer over the top. Even when he's not wearing them, well... Now it's just a habit.

"...So, what, I can keep goin'?"

It was very painful. He hopes you appreciate it, Leorio.

"...Yes. Go ahead." The corner of his mouth quirks in a smile. "I doubt we're going to get anywhere, otherwise."

Kurapika at least has enough sense to realize that Leorio's stubbornness rivals his own; now that that initial burst of irritation has worn off, it's pretty clear that arguing won't get them anywhere.

Also it was pretty nice.

Listen, Leorio is pretty sure that, to get with Kurapika, a guy has to be the most stubborn jackass imaginable, or it's just not happening. It's a relationship that sometimes requires one hundred different texts left on a phone in the span of one week. For some people, that might be too much, but Leorio has found that he doesn't regret a single damn thing.

Especially when Kurapika smiles, or lets him have free rein again, both of which are happening right now.

Perking up- he's an easy to please man, what can he say?- Leorio cheerfully readjusts himself. "You need this anyway," he points out, pressing in his hands purposefully along the curve of Kurapika's back. Knots, knots, and more knots- seriously. "I'm amazed you haven't pulled anything yet from how worked up you are. But just watch, this is supposed to make you feel limber, and then it'll be better than anything." A beat. "Supposedly."

He wouldn't know, really, on account of how he hasn't slept with anyone he's practiced this on. He's a professional, and, you know, taken.

"Mm, who would imagine that a professional bodyguard would be stressed," Kurapika mumbles. He does, however, make himself let out a breath, relaxing slowly under Leorio's hands. As much as he ever relaxes, anyway. He's trying.

Then he gives a quiet snort, glancing over his shoulder again. "Hmm. We'll see - assuming I don't end up having to leave before then."

No, he's not dropping the whole thing about how little free time he has. At least he's not actually complaining anymore.

There's a lot he could say on Kurapika being stressed, namely that just means he should take even more care of himself and let Leorio take the lead, but that will just start up another argument. He's pretty sure about that. Instead, he'll shelve that to pull on his boyfiend later, because there's always a later. Right now, words are overrated, and he works his hands downwards, carefully avoiding ticklish spots. This so that he can start working on Kurapika's hips, right where his ass starts getting noticeable. In the meantime, he leans down with his stubble brushing against bare skin.

"Nah, you're definitely staying here with me," he says, lips moving against Kurapika's spine. "Doctor's orders."

Yeah, don't get too ahead of yourself, Leorio, this is a one-time thing until further notice.

For now, though, Kurapika thinks he can live with this. He rests his face against his arm and closes his eyes, shivering at the brush of stubble against his spine. "Oh, well, I suppose it is important. But, I'm not sure I'm quite convinced yet."

It's a lot easier to feel the way Leorio grins into Kurapika's back than see it, considering not only the fact that his eyes are closed but just the simple position they're both in. "Then I'll just have to work real hard on that, huh?"

More like he'll be working real hard at all the tenseness he can still feel trapped in Kurapika's body, but that's fine. Now that he has a goal, he's going to work stubbornly towards it, which is something that people can always count on from him. As long as his hands stay on Kurapika, well, he's sure he can keep from getting sidetracked. Best he can, he works through all the areas that he's been taught tend to get the worst of it: Kurapika's lower back, sneaking up what remains of his shirt to get at his shoulders, back down to his legs...

And, well. There are places which don't exactly have muscle that needs tending to, but, hey... If he cops a feel, or teases towards certain places inbetween the legs, who can blame him?

He's doing his best here. Mostly, he's doing his best while carefully keeping track of Kurapika's reactions, wanting to see if there's a particular spot that gets him to react or if it's more the slowly kisses against his back or the massaging which gets him. Leorio can be flexible here.

That gets a quiet chuckle, and then Kurapika goes quiet to focus on the warmth and pressure of Leorio's hands on his back. He almost wishes he could pull his shirt the rest of the way off, make things a little easier for Leorio - but that would be difficult with his hands tied, and he'd rather not break the mood for a second time by making Leorio untie him, get his shirt off, then tie his wrists back together. This will have to do.

He's honestly trying to hold still, when it comes down to it. But there's no hiding the way his skin twitches under Leorio's mouth and hands, little moments of anticipation that stand out against the way he's relaxing at his boyfriend's touch. As it goes on, perhaps unsurprisingly, touches low on his back and high on his thighs get little squirms and shifts.

He is really doing his best here not to urge Leorio to hurry up, they're supposed to be going slow today, dammit.

Teach him for giving Leorio ideas, like going slow, and taking his time enjoying the way Kurapika shifts into his hand like he's trying to hold back...

When he's pretty sure that what's wound through Kurapika's body is less knots of stress and more anticipation, Leorio finally gives in. He's read about sexy shit like edging, and all that, and it might be hot as hell to get Kurapika worked up like that... But he sure as hell can't do it. Not today, at any rate.

So, satisfied at his progress, he finally slips down, glancing upwards even as he trails his mouth down to where his hands are slowly massaging and spreading apart Kurapika's ass.

As wound-up as he is, anticipating Leorio's touch, it's somehow still a surprise when his movements become more directed, more focused on one area of his body. Kurapika lets out a shaky breath, excited and relieved. "Finally."

At that, he has to pull back a little, muffling a short laugh into Kurapika's thigh. "You're always telling me to go slow," he reminds him before diving back in. He's pretty proud to say that, thanks to Kurapika, he's gotten pretty damn good with using his tongue.

"There's a big difference between slower than you usually go--" His voice falters when Leorio leans in again. Kurapika pushes back against Leorio's tongue, and presses his mouth to his own arm for a couple moments while he finds his words again. "--between that, and too slow."

Getting Kurapika to falter in any way is always a victory in Leorio's book, and he grins a little more even as his hands creep up to help lift up Kurapika's hips. "You'll have to teach me just the right speed then, huh?"

Kurapika absolutely doesn't resist that - though he does push his hips back some, once again, as soon as Leorio stops. On the other hand, that gets a soft, breathless laugh. "Guess so. You're making progress now, at least."

"You're just pushy." Says the guy tugging Kurapika's hips closer to his face and getting right back to work. Maybe that will finally get his ridiculous, pushy, hot as hell boyfriend to shut up for a little bit, with Leorio patiently working his tongue across soft and sensitive flesh.

That, or he'll get orders all the way to orgasm, which is fine too.

"I h-have to be pushy-- because you're stubborn." For the moment, he's still talking, though that hitch in his voice is unmistakable. He wets his lips and closes his eyes, focusing on the warm pull of Leorio's tongue for the moment.

At least he's definitely learned something.

Is that Kurapika learning to go along with things instead of being a complete control freak, or Leorio learning a lot of very nice and handy oral tricks? A question that deserves to be answered.

Just, maybe not right now, because Leorio has to pull back to laugh a little bit down at the floor. "Like you're one to talk!" he mocks him. Them being stubborn dumbasses is half of why they got together. And he's very pleased that he is at times completely in the right on calling Kurapika a dumbass. Maybe not as much as Kurapika is justified in calling him one, but...

Eh. Still grinning and unable to stop himself, he gets back to work. If he can keep Kurapika talking while he's at this, after all, then that means it's just all the easier to hear the way his voice changes.

Mostly the second, but there's probably a case to be made for Kurapika figuring out how to chill the fuck out once in a while. That doesn't stop him, however, from twisting around to scowl at Leorio over his shoulder - partly for making fun of him, partly for stopping, again.

"If I'm stubborn, it's because I'm usually right." Okay, he's partly serious there, but there is also a grin creeping onto his face again when he says it. And it... really doesn't hurt when Leorio gets back to it. The bright side of these annoying pauses is that, every time Leorio starts in on him again, the sensation feels all the fresher; he squirms against Leorio's mouth, pushing back with almost as much force as if he were actually supposed to be taking charge.

"You, meanwhile-- I h-have to wonder if you just like making things difficult. Like you've been... doing here."

Fortunately, it's never been difficult to get Kurapika to rise to a barb.

Well, if Kurapika is going to insist on the fact that he's so difficult... Yep, there he is again, pulling his mouth again so that he can leer like the douchebag he really is over at him. It's hard to tell if the effect is enhanced or ruined by the fact that his lips are now completely slick, thanks to all of his hard work down below. The good news, at least, is that he's not leaving Kurapika completely unattended.

"You like it when I'm a little difficult," he says smugly, finger dipping near to where his mouth had been just a moment before. "Besides, someone needs to be difficult with you, or you get full of yourself, like now." For just a moment, he pauses, adjusting his grip and testingly pulls the rest of Kurapika up against him. He might just want to feel him flush against his chest, short enough to manage it nicely. Or maybe Leorio's just tall? Eh. At least his hand slides over from around Kurapika's hip to dip inbetween his legs again. See, he can stay focused!

"Smart ass."

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today we learn that kurapika is really bad at subbing

leorio knew that from the get go

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