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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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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."

Even if it's just a little thing, being kissed draws out the faintest of sappy smiles, and Leorio swipes his thumb over Kurapika's ribs. "I always do it right, Peeks," he says, which is a little bit of boasting but also mostly true. He's very proud to say that he can follow directions excellently. You know, when he's on his knees and Kurapika's fingers are in his hair... There's a lot of incentive, is what he's saying.

"Good like this, then?" After all, while he definitely likes Kurapika leaning up against him like this, he can definitely go back to some good ol' oral if that would be better. He wins either way, right?

Kurapika snorts softly; Leorio's ego really doesn't need him to confirm that, but he can't quite deny it, either.

...Mostly. "Always, huh."

He considers that with a hum, still moving idly against Leorio's hand for whatever stimulation he can get. "Mm... almost. Use your thumb."

Normally, he'd just take hold of Leorio's hand to move his thumb where he wants it, make sure he's getting some external stimulation too, but he'll have to settle for just telling him right now.

"Yeah, always." Said with a pout to the side of Kurapika's neck, even as he obediently moves his thumb to where it's being ordered to be. He knows the spot.

"If I get rusty, it's because you like tyin' me up so much. Shoulda known you had a BDSM kink the second you popped outta nowhere and were like 'yeah I formed my nen into chains'."

"What I--" He bites his lip, and adjusts himself against Leorio's hand before shooting a glare at him. This isn't really a topic he wants to have dividing his attention right now, Leorio!!

"What I do with my nen has nothing to do with-- with my kinks. I made what I needed. Now, shouldn't you be proving you're not rusty?"

"You're pissed because I'm right," Leorio snickers, in the exact same way which has often started fights. Not necessarily with Kurapika (since they start fights over who gets to top, nothing new), but just generally anyone. Still, he's a well trained boy, and he keeps his fingers- and thumb!- on the move. In the meantime, he lowers his mouth to the curve of Kurapika's neck.

"With how turned on you are, I know I'm not rusty," he says smugly, able to feel the wet proof himself. "But I can keep goin'." And with that promise, he works his mouth over the soft flesh along Kurapika's neck. By the end of tonight, there's going to be a hickey if it costs him a black eye. After all, isn't it him who's showing off marks? He think he's earned a little payback on that front.

"Sh-shut up." While your fingers are in him is the worst time to argue about this, dammit.

Kurapika closes his eyes and pushes back against Leorio's hand again, shivering at the addition of Leorio's mouth on his neck. He'll definitely complain if Leorio leaves a mark on him, but he's not gonna stop him for the moment. Maybe his collar will cover it up.

There's a warm tingling spreading through his legs and stomach, all the more evident now that he's focusing on that and not on arguing with his boyfriend - as much fun as that is. He swallows hard, tilting his head back and urging Leorio on with a soft groan.

Good news: Leorio shuts up. Partially because if he keeps talking too much, he won't get to hear all of the interesting noises Kurapika makes right besides his ear. So he stays silent, working his fingers and making sure to be just firm enough as he rolls his thumb in enticing circles.

The most important thing, however, is definitely the mark he's leaving behind in his boyfriend's skin. Maybe it'll get covered up by a collar, maybe it won't. They'll have to figure that out later. For now, he just works until he's satisfied enough to nudge his nose up to Kurapika's ear and let a hot breath roll in, accompanied by a husky whisper.

"C'mon, Peeks. Let go for me."

Kurapika writhes against him, having all the more trouble keeping still as Leorio works.

He starts to open his mouth to say something to that, but he only manages a soft, gasping moan, his breath coming quick in the last few moments before he spasms around Leorio's fingers, jolting back against him.

Stupid cute sexually-competent asshole, making it hard to argue with him.

He's so sorry for being sexually competent, which definitely isn't because of anything Kurapika has taught him.

Leorio is more than perfectly content to stay right where he is, his free arm making sure to lock Kurapika against him as he comes. Resting his nose against Kurapika's hair, he can't help with how much he grins.

When his boyfriend has finally stopped shaking so much, he plants a kiss right on Kurapika's cheek. "So the roleplay part went to shit, but it didn't end too bad, riiiight?"

Kurapika lets out a slow, stuttering breath as he comes down, then cracks an eye open to peer at Leorio, making no effort to hide the smile pulling at his mouth. "Mm... I guess not."

He moves his arms sluggishly from around Leorio's neck, indicating for Leorio to untie him - because he's pretty sure that getting his boyfriend off in turn is going to be made a little more difficult if he's tied up. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

"Awww, babe, you remembered," he teases, giving another much wetter kiss to Kurapika's face. But, yeah, he would like to reach an orgasm of his own tonight, somehow, and getting off on his own smugness doesn't lead to the same effect. "Hold on, then." He knows his away around knots, thank you very much, and he didn't do a particularly complicated one here anyway.

However, he's not done with just undoing the tie from around Kurapika's wrists. He takes one inbetween his hands, carefully rubbing over the marks which have been left there. Aftercare is important, after all. Gotta make sure that circulation is flowing.

“As if you would let me forget.” One of the many things he can trust Leorio with: Making sure Kurapika knows exactly how horny he is at any given time.

He goes quiet and stops jabbing at him, though, while Leorio is checking on the state of his hands. He does, however, lean in and press a kiss to the back of Leorio’s hand. Maybe he could blame the hormones, but let’s be real, they both know it’s because he just loves this dumbass.

"It's not my fault a hot blond is with me all the time!" he teases, massaging some of the blood flow back. It wasn't that bad, so things should be fine. Yet a pause overtakes him, and he can't stop the goopy smile that comes over his phase.

"Awww, babe, feelin' sentimental?"

Kurapika raises his eyebrows at Leorio, speaking right against his knuckles. "I don't know that I would call it that."

He's not saying it's not the case, but...

"You wouldn't call a spade a spade if you were feeling stubborn, so yeah, I bet you wouldn't call it sentimental." He barks out a sharp garish laugh, one prone to making people want to punch him in the face. Including, at times, Kurapika, but whatever, he just ate his boyfriend out so who's the real winner here?

Fortunately for Leorio, Kurapika is too worn out and in too good of a mood to smack him, for... obvious reasons. So, instead, he snorts and pushes Leorio's hands back against his own chest. "Are you going to lie back and let me get to work, or are you going to make this difficult for both of us?"

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