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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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"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?"

"Peeks, I'm always difficult for you." Or, rather, according to Kurapika, he's always difficult. But then again, Kurapika is always difficult in turn, so it's like a give and take of a pair of jackasses. Despite his shit eating grin and the way he talks, however, there's no fighting his hands being shoved back at himself.

Almost a pity he couldn't do slightly better doctor roleplay, get a tool to use on Kurapika... but at least that means there's not going to be anything in the way when Kurapika starts working on his pants.

Listen, Kurapika is pretty sure anyone would agree that Leorio is always difficult. That's not just him, it's a fact.

"Even now?" Kurapika glances up at him, through his lashes, as he sets about unbuttoning Leorio's pants. "Under the circumstances, you might end up regretting that, you know."

He sure hopes Leorio enjoyed those few minutes of taking charge, because his turn is well and truly over.

Considering he got kicked in the stomach and had to tie up his boyfriend just to top? Yeah, Leorio isn't even remotely surprised that Kurapika is already right back to bossing him around. Shit, he was bossing him around even Leorio's tongue was inbetween his legs. So he just laughs at him, even as he gives his hips a helpful wiggle. His underwear is kind of sticking because, yeah, he got wet messing with Kurapika, so what? Sue him.

"You weren't gonna make me end up regretting a bunch of stuff anyway? I know how you are."

Kurapika would be glad to remind him that he wouldn't have had to tie him up if Leorio hadn't decided that tickling him sounded like a good idea, but right now that's beside the point.

What's more important here is getting Leorio's pants off and kicked aside so Kurapika can press his hand up between his legs. He doesn't even bother with Leorio's underwear yet; he can guess well enough what kind of state he's in without getting a direct look yet. Instead, he just grinds up with his palm, still leaving that layer of fabric in between them.

"Mm, well. You could at least try not to make things harder for yourself."

And Kurapika wouldn't have had to be tickled if he wasn't a jackass, so really Leorio is pretty sure they're even on that front.

At least, they would be even if Kurapika wasn't obviously messing with him, and Leorio's thigh twitches and jerks a little bit as that palm grinds up into him. As a notable horny bastard, he's kind of sensitive, if he were honest, and he's already worked himself up enough. "See- the problem with that is that you look for excuses," he says, mouth twisting a little bit in a way where he has no idea if he should be grinning or whining about the situation.

"I don't have to look for excuses, you hand them to me on a silver platter."

Like right now, when Leorio is still talking shit while Kurapika has his hand on his junk. After a few more moments of palming him, Kurapika shifts his hand upward and hooks his thumb over the waistband of Leorio's underwear. He definitely intends to keep teasing him, but, honestly, that'll work even better if he's not working through a layer of cloth.

~~So much for having limited time.~~

~~He knew that was a bullshit excuse.~~

"I mean, if that's what I'm doing," Leorio grumbles, flushed to his throat and jaw while he lifts his hips up to help tug down his underwear, "then I think I'm not being a pain in the ass. I'm being super fuckin' helpful, and deserve somethin' for that." You know, like addressing the way his underwear sticks a little bit before getting pulled away.

"Of course you think so." He raises his eyebrows as he gets Leorio's underwear out of the way, after what he's sure feels like an eternity to his boyfriend.

He presses a hand back between his legs, brushing his fingertips lightly over the wetness there, and snorts softly. "How is it that you manage to get yourself in this state before I've even touched you?"

Which, yes, he realizes that it's because Leorio is in fact really into getting him off. But he can't pass up the chance to tease him over it, alright.

Just excuuuuse him as he rolls his hips up into Kurapika's fingers, probably enough that he might accidentally get a finger in there. ("Accidentally".) Such obnoxious teasing from his boyfriend is absolutely nothing new, yet it seems to work every time, considering that huff he makes.

"I'm a healthy and hotblooded guy, what can I say? Even when I get kicked in my stomach."

Wow!! Unbelievable. But, fine, if he's really in that much of a hurry... Kurapika raises an eyebrow, and, in a smooth motion, pushes that finger further inside.

"You brought that on yourself."

It's a good thing he's used to being mercilessly and unjustly bullied by his attractive asshole boyfriend, or else he'd jump a lot more at the sudden plunge of that digit into him. Which is a strange and not particularly great sensation.

Not that he knows from experience or anything.

At worst, his hips give a sharp jolt to match his fingers scraping against the floor. Restraint is for other people, and he's not afraid to give a low moan of pleasured surprise. Immediately afterwards, he remembers to raise his head up, and there's a low lazy grin on his face.

"Poor me."

Kurapika snorts and starts moving his hand, slow, controlled strokes in and out with that one finger. He would be worried about that little move going over poorly, except that... yeah honestly if Leorio genuinely disliked that kind of thing he would have found out a long time ago.

As it is, that reaction is pretty encouraging - and now he just wants to see how long he can keep this up before Leorio decides that's not enough, either.

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