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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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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."

Yeah, he... really should have anticipated that. That doesn't stop him from huffing at Leorio, though. "You've got something on your face."

He almost tries to argue with that, but, y'know what, for now he'll just... focus on that finger, thanks. ...Though that bit of stimulation isn't quite enough to stop him from starting when Leorio pulls him up to his chest. He makes a token effort at struggling, because that's just where they are now, but, well, his hands are tied! And also this isn't a problem beyond being vaguely embarrassing. Stupid tall Leorio.

So, it's safe to say that, after a moment of surprise, Kurapika adjusts pretty quickly to this change in position. It doesn’t hurt that leaning back against Leorio’s chest is a lot more comfortable than lying on the floor. He squirms in place, pushing his hips against Leorio’s hand.

“Do I? And what makes you think that?” He’s not even dignifying that second part with a reply, okay.

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Oh, right- let him just lick at his lips a little bit, slowing the pace of his fingers to see if he can get Kurapika to curse at him. Or at least make another noise, those are sure fun.

"I mean, you're dating me for one," he reminds him smugly, as if he's won some sort of prize or trophy over him, and not just... dating him, a mutually happening decision that they both agreed to. "And what about all the times when we're reversed, huh?" His nose nudges into the mess of blond hair, which isn't quite enough to hide his grin. "You love it when I'm a little difficult, because of all the things I can do to you. And now-"

A very well practiced curl of his fingers.

"The shoe's on the other foot."

Does a loud, pointedly irritated sigh count? Because he sure is getting one of those.

Another advantage of this position is that it's a little easier to twist around and give Leorio a look. "Aren't you making some-- some assumptions about why I'm dating you?" If Leorio is going to talk as if this wasn't a mutual decision, fine, so will he. He tilts his head to press against Leorio's face, and-- well, he might have been about to say something, but then Leorio goes and does that.

Kurapika gasps, bucking against his boyfriend's hand. "Leorio, you--"

He doesn't have an end to that thought in mind, that's all you get.

Oh. Oh yeah. This has worked out great, with Kurapika having decided to get right up in his face juuuuust in time. This level of smug probably shouldn't be involved in the bedroom, but it's fine. At any rate, he knows Kurapika had probably been just as much so when he'd first brought him to his knees.

"Yeah, you're right, Peeks, I assumed a whole lot," he says, not sounding sincere at all as he presses a kiss right against Kurapika's forehead. Pretty confident in where his fingers are, he begins to teasingly rub up against the spot he's found. "How about you try and tell me why you're dating me, huh?"

Keyword there: try. Leorio's fingers sure aren't going to stop any time soon.

Kurapika squirms against Leorio's hand, and that forehead kiss gets a groan that doesn't come out quite as annoyed as he probably wants it to be. His bound hands are pressed tight against his chest, though that is, admittedly, not doing a whole lot to help him get a hold of himself.

"Y-you're--" He tries to get a breath, to steady himself. Not that it does much good, but he at least wants to make an effort to answer. Otherwise that would be admitting defeat, he's pretty sure.

"You... c-care too damn much."

"Aw, jeez..." Unable to help himself, Leorio's mouth twists from indecision on if to be scowling or smiling. It's the kind of thing that a doctor should be proud to hear, and he is, especially as validation from Kurapika... But that doesn't stop it from being a little embarrassing.

"Way to make a guy blush, Peeks." Another kiss against his hair, this time lingering a little longer. "That it?" He's going to work on making his boyfriend cum either way, but it'd be nice if he could keep him talking the whole way through. His legs shift, helping to keep Kurapika steady, if only so that he can use his other hand to nudge underneath his arms and start roaming up his stomach.

Ha, he's not distracted enough to miss that. It may be a small victory, but it still counts, and it's enough to get a self-satisfied smirk from Kurapika. "It's not--" He rolls his hips against the pressure from Leorio's hand again, a little more shamelessly. "--like it's difficult."

This also means, of course, that he definitely needs to keep answering.

"You're... smarter than you act. Kinder. Knowing that, it's-- k-kind of cute when you do act like an idiot-- fffuck--"

As long as he can keep forming words, anyway.

This is what he gets for fucking up the roleplay, isn't it? Not that Kurapika wasn't already being a little shit before this. "You're difficult, Peeks," he mutters into his hair, which is both a shitty response but also true.

"And that's one hell of a thing to say when you're the one who gives me so much shit when I'm an idiot, huh?" That last part is a little muffled, due to the fact that he ducks his head down with med student scruff brushing up against Kurapika's skin. It's not the only thing brushing against him, either. That would be Leorio's mouth, aiming to leave something a little more permanent than the orgasm he's working up to.

Kurapika was going to be a little shit no matter what, let's be real. But the roleplay fuck-up probably didn't help, yeah.

He laughs breathlessly, recovering enough composure to... well, keep being an asshole, even with the soft burn of Leorio's stubble and his mouth against his neck. "Well, someone needs to-- or else y-you get full of yourself."

No, he does not even try not to sound really smug about turning that back around on him.

Now who's full of himself? Leorio snorts a little bit. His mouth isn't turned into a sulk or anything, and Kurapika definitely can't feel that. Or maybe Leorio is fully aware and just doesn't particularly care in the moment. Sometimes, it can be anything.

"I think I have pretty good reason to be full of myself, y'know." He tugs his fingers out just a little bit. "Or maybe it's more like you're full of me, huh?"

Speaking of way more smugness than should ever be brought into the bedroom, just feeling the sulky twist of Leorio's mouth gets an additional self-satisfied little hum from Kurapika.

...Which turns into a huff when Leorio threatens to pull out, even if Kurapika is still grinning the whole time. He lifts his bound hands up over his head and reaches back to loop them behind Leorio's neck. "Don't you dare stop."

"Whoa-" Even though Kurapika isn't really pulling at him anyway, Leorio still follows in with the gesture with the fuzz on his chin against Kurapika's shoulder. Unfortunate that he wasn't able to get his shirt off in time for this, but it's fine. The pants got off, and that's all that mattered in the end. His grin can probably be seen even with the awkward positioning.

"Gonna keep me prisoner if I do?" But don't worry, he's a good boyfriend who'll slide his fingers right back in. You're welcome.

"Mm-hm. For as long... as it takes." Kurapika sighs and rolls his hips against Leorio's hand again, leaning back against his chest in the same motion.

He twists to press his mouth against Leorio's scruffy jaw, a kiss that turns into a mumble. "'F you do this right-- shouldn't be much longer."

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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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jfc i need to get some better icons for smut

i have a One (1)

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