badliifechoiice2 | 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 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?"

Underneath Kurapika's palm, Leorio's knuckles bump and tremble against him from impatient anxious pleasure. It matches the rest of his body, fighting between squirming or staying still for every teasing movement. After all, if he moves too much, he might risk moving away from those fingers, and that's just unacceptable right now.

"Peeks," he rasps, brows all screwed up to match his mouth. "You have your fingers right up my freaking vagina, I can't think of shit besides you!"

Well, he guesses that works as an answer. Kurapika snorts quietly, making absolutely no effort to disguise his self-satisfaction, and leans in to kiss him again.

He readjusts to work a third finger in, slow and careful in contrast to the fierce, hungry way he kisses Leorio. He might be setting out to test Leorio's limits, but that doesn't mean he wants to, you know, risk actually injuring his boyfriend's junk... which means he's got to be more careful the further they go. No more abruptly shoving digits into orifices.

At least one of them is remembering to be careful about Leorio's precious junk. That shit is valuable, especially for times like this. Another tremor can be felt going up along Kurapika's fingers as he works that finger in, but it's less the sensation of that...

And almost more how Kurapika kisses him. It's a good thing Leorio is flat on his ass, or else his knees would go jelly, and that's just embarrassing. The second he manages to get a sliver of space to actual form words, he breathes, "Jeez, you're hot as hell."

For once, Kurapika sees no need to reply to that right away - not verbally, anyway. Instead, he just lets out a soft snort and then presses forward again, pointedly catching Leorio's lip between his teeth.

"Look who's talking." The same kind of phrasing he might use to insult Leorio under different circumstances, but. Here they are. He's kind of breathless, as well, as he says it, but he twists his fingers inside Leorio as if to compensate.

hello my name is doctor paradinight

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