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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 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.

The answer is, apparently, barely over a minute. Patience is sometimes not a virtue that Leorio can ever be said to possess, at least when it comes to personal affairs. At least he gets some credit- he does, right?- in that he doesn't immediately try to buck his hips a little bit faster or grab Kurapika's wrist.

Nah. Instead, he leans forward, trying to nudge his face into his boyfriend's personal space. If anyone were to call his expression a pout, Leorio would probably get into a brawl with them right then and there. "Is this 'cuz I went slow on you and now you're getting payback?" he asks, huffing a little bit. He may or may not be trying to maneuver himself into getting a kiss.

Kurapika is actually almost impressed by how long it takes Leorio to start complaining again, given that... well, given that it's Leorio. A minute really doesn't seem too bad for him.

"What would make you think that?" He does go ahead and kiss his boyfriend, though, breaking after a moment to crook his finger and mumble against Leorio's mouth, "I'm guessing you want more, then?"

"'Cuz you're petty-" Oh, hello. Finally, something else, and he leans in for the kiss eagerly despite the whole jolt that goes through his body at even that slightest crook. See? This is exactly what he's talking about. "And vindictive-" He tries to steal another kiss, always the guy who's stolen a mile out of every inch he's been able to get in his life. "And love messing with me and always have. I have the patience of a god damn saint."

That is perhaps one of the biggest lies that Leorio has ever told in his life, but who's going to call him out on it? Besides the guy with his fingers in his junk. Flushed and with his fingers eagerly tapping along the floor, he looks up from Kurapika over the bridge of his nose. It'd be a more effective gesture if he still had his shades on. "You know I want more."

He'll let Leorio have that kiss, smiling smugly against his mouth and making a point of catching Leorio's lip in his teeth. Honestly, as much fun as drawing Leorio to the point of frustration is, the intensity of his reactions when he finally gets what he wants, in bits and pieces, is just as gratifying. "If you did have that much patience, testing it wouldn't be nearly so enjoyable."

It's kind of cute how hard he's trying to do that without any glasses. Cute enough that Kurapika won't stall with any more snide comments before he pulls his hand back, just enough that he has room to slip a second finger in with the first, and then push in again.

"Of course you do." He's still leaning up close to speak, close enough to feel the heat of Leorio's breath. "Sometimes I wonder if there's such a thing as 'too much' with you at all."

Granted, going from one finger to two isn't exactly extreme, but he's pretty sure his point stands on its own.

There would be a lot he would say about that smug grin, if Leorio's attention didn't flicker to those teeth dragging along his lips. When they aren't dragging each other to the floor in increasingly stupid arguments, the reminder of how easily Kurapika can get rough and even kick his ass is... kind of hot. And no, he doesn't know when that particular kink came into existence, only that it's existing now, sending shivers up his spine and making his eyelashes flutter.

Not that it's enough to satisfy him. Not by a long stretch. The way his insides tighten in on Kurapika's fingers is probably enough of a giveaway even before he tries to sneak one hand up along his boyfriend's thigh. "Why don't you test me and find out?"

Leorio has long proven himself to be pretty good at breaking down Kurapika's usual, calm facade - in any number of contexts. It seems to be a talent of his. So, it's a good goddamn thing that he responds well to having a man fifty pounds lighter than him climbing on top of him with open intent to completely wreck him.

Kurapika snorts and rests his free hand over Leorio's. He keeps his fingers moving inside him, a little more quickly than before, occasionally crooking his fingers or spreading them apart to keep Leorio from getting too used to any one part of the motion. "Are you saying you want a third, or thinking of something else?"

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