teaism | it's time for us to lose our weary minds

[No gain in this lie? Ah, but when did a 'gain' to a lie matter to him? Sure sometimes, but all the time? Sometimes a lie was just as entertaining as that, a lie. Nothing more. Still- if he had lied before, it would've gained him time, gained him Kurapika as the 'slight' ally that he had been, only to lead Kurapika to sour the deal. Taking Chrollo's Nen? How rude of the Kurta.]

[After all, he had been more interested in a fight with the Troupe Leader than Kurapika at the time. So yes- gained time. And perhaps a fight from the boy later.]

[Like- now. Judging from the text.]

[Though it confuses him a little because he hadn't lied. He never was a part of the Troupe then so this text, the scorn behind it, it's ill placed but he'll take it. The smile that accompanies his reply is anything but scared.]

wat an aggressive invitation. ♣ ill b there. ♥

[Late too. Naturally.]

[The grass rustles as he walks, high, but not too much so. Gold, yet white gold beneath the moon, like the hair of a boy who waits, and Hisoka smiles. In his his usual card print attire, though with an emphasis on purple for now, his hair a near aquamarine, earrings of amber dangling down past his jaw. Flats today, probably for the best considering heels wouldn't fair well on loose ground.]

And here I thought our time together was done, what more do we have to say to eachother? Or will you take from me more only to make sour our deal a second time?

[For now, he remains calm and composed. His anger is focused, building up from the inside out so he could eventually release it in combat. Contacts make his eyes black for the time being, solely to help hide the use of his scarlet eyes from Hisoka. They're not changed yet. He's holding back.

His head held high as usual, he ignores half of what Hisoka is saying to address what he wants. As usual.]

I thought you would know that much. [His chains are there, visible on his right hand as he raises it to remove his outer layers of clothing. He can't restrict his movement at all for a fight like this. Hisoka was certainly at the level of the Spiders. He hadn't been able to calculate about where.]

Explain yourself. You were in the area after all. I've received new information from the activity around here. [His eyes lock with Hisoka's, fierce.] How long were you with the Troupe?

[Building up from the inside yet still, though they may not look red, his eyes remain a window to the screaming depths ever howling in this boy. Rage was not always his- taste, but it certainly was good here and there. Revenge though- something he was more used to. Though- as said. So ill placed here. What was the reason for it?]

[From his eyes- face, to Kurapika's hands. He smiles, his eyes slimming.]

Oh have you? And from what source? [So then, that's that. Always to the point. he never thought he'd get a fight but maybe- he wonders. How those chains might feel on him, would they be any different considering he wasn't a Spider? Or did it only matter that Kurapika thought him to be now?]

[A laugh, raising a hand up over his face, he can't help it. How fortuitous.]

So then, you've come for me? [Spreads his fingers, looking through the spaces before whipping his hand to the side and bringing it back in again, licking at one of them.] Because your clan drips from my fingertips?

[He wasn't going to reply to the source question. It was a reliable one, checked and tested with his dowsing chain. Of course, the questions hadn't been direct. No one could have known who had been there on that very day, but there were ways to gather information around that.

This particular trail was a little shaky, but Kurapika was in a state where he'd snatched it up instantly.

Like now, as those words hitting him are enough to cause a visible reaction. His face snarls and he pulls back his hand, his dowsing chain snaking out from his sleeve. Gyo lights up his eyes already, prepared for anything in the start of the fight as he snaps.

His eyes go red behind the contacts, and his chains flow with overwhelming amounts of nen as he jumps from where he is, whipping it downwards at Hisoka. He'll tear up the landscape all he wants. This time he can't chain him up with chain jail, but strength and strategy should be enough to stand a chance--!]

[Ah, chains- Nen. But he knows you tricky, boy, and Gyo on his side he watches for them. A chain coming at him like he had hoped, ready for it. Though that expression, he wasn't ready to be so swayed by it. It's a pity such a look isn't actually for him, for anything he did. In the end, that's what will sour it. But for now he'll take what he can get.]

So quick! [To assume as well!] Careful, boy, that hot head will only bring further pain, and ah- haven't you seen enough?

[A wide smile after his dodge, leaping back and away, a low crouch till he stands up slow. He won't remove his cards, he actually has little desire to kill Kurapika, playing with him sounds a lot more fun. Infact- the world was a little better with someone like him in it. Someone with such purpose. Oh he liked the idea of ending it eventually, but it would be better to wait for the boy to get closer to his end goal first.]

[Leaps back and in doing so, when his hands flicked out, sending cords of Bungee Gum Kurapika's way, aiming for his feet but not retracting should they miss and hit the ground.]

Shut up! You're in no place to be speaking so freely!

[He's sick of it, to be honest. His chain pulls back, and he has to focus more of his nen to his eyes again to be on the lookout for Hisoka's Bungee Gum. With the abnormal amounts of nen he has thanks to his ability, he's left less vulnerable than most-- but he's still more vulnerable than he'd like to be, using this.

Should he avoid using gyo and dodge every point or gesture his way? He thinks on that while he's long range, jumping and flipping back out of the way before he focuses nen back into his chain. Again he whips it forward, lashing at the ground before Hisoka. Even if he dodges, it's enough to kick up a considerable amount of dust.

From the two more whips that come afterwards, it seems that's purposeful.]

[He's laughing at those words, smiling wide. It's funny, really- all of this. He's in no place to? And when he's completely correct? What would Kurapika do were it someone else that was innocent that he went after and not just Hisoka- who may or may not deserve it despite not earning it? Would he feel guilt? Would his Nen backfire? Did the boy let his anger control him so easily? How dangerous, inspiring and yet- what a weakness.]

[It's swaying though- yes, inspiring. Kurapika is a beast like this and his Nen, Hisoka can see it. So different from the usual, so much- more- the look in his eyes, the energy, his rage-- Nh- it's a shame it's really not his to enjoy but it's so beautiful in action.]

[A chain again, it comes at him and he quickly dodges by flipping up, standing up on a hand and pushing into the air. The chain strikes, hits ground and quickly he puts and arm over his eyes, landing. Hands lift, spreading, and he makes a layer of aura between the two, fanning it out, catching and blocking the dirt in the air. He catches a thick layer, appears as just- a sheet of dust and grass and seeds.]

[A step back and he stretches at his aura and focuses to extend his aura to each small piece of dirt temporarily using Shu, protecting them and making them part of him for a time before suddenly flinging it all back to Kurapika. The dust and grass has weight now, not flimsy, won't go up in a smoke, but will spike at the boy, pelt him in the air, or pelt part of him, if he dodges he won't dodge all of it. The dodge alone will give Hisoka enough time to move, dart around, and try to fling to strands of Bungee Gum again, aiming for Kurapika's feet a second time.]

[That's new. He expected Hisoka would have a lot of tricks up his sleeve, especially for using his old ability in creative ways, but this was something hard to predict. The debris flies back at him and Kurapika knows he won't be able to dodge it all. He doesn't try to.

He dodges some of it, his left arm raising as a shield to block the impacts from what he can't. His nen truly shows to be like an enhancer's, each impact crushing the hardened dirt and dust and showing no damage in turn.

But there was a price for that, of course. For as much as he tried to keep his eyes on Hisoka, he couldn't activate gyo for risk of getting badly damaged. He clenches his teeth. Hitting the ground after his jump back and whipping his chain around to try and stop Hisoka from coming at him--

But there, his Bungee Gum connects to his feet. He has no way of knowing for sure yet if he was hit.]

[Hit so easily, his nen certainly is interesting now. How? Hisoka still has yet to know how it works, how Kurapika really uses those chains.]

So strong now, but how? Not an enhancer but you're certainly acting like one, does your ability extend your reach, Kurapika? [Eyes slimming, but he only has a moment.]

[A hard yank, both cords suddenly pulling at him to get Kurapika to fall back and slide forward towards him, already darting forward to whip a leg and smash a heel down into the Kurta's chest. Enhancer abilities to defend, maybe- he'll know for sure should this kick connect. He won't use his full strength, just enough to make Kurapika need to defend as much as an Enhancer might- though enough to crush his sternum into his lungs should he not use the right amount of nen at all.]

[The tug sends him off balance, but he remains composed. Focused, more like, his anger guiding him as he brings his left arm up again. This time it's to block the blow to his chest. Using his arm, he can direct the right amount of nen and push back against it to try and send Hisoka flying back. He doesn't care if it ends up pulling himself along with it-- he was prepared for this risk long before they began the fight. Bungee Gum was difficult to dodge.

His determination shows in the fierce expression he gives as his right arm lashes out again, another aim for Hisoka. Far away was easier to control these swings, but close up wasn't going to stop him. He'll switch to hand-to-hand when he's forced to. Even with that, he feels prepared.

Hisoka isn't someone he wants to reveal his secrets to even before he dies.]

[Flying back- though Hisoka will do his best to use it as a spring board, jumping off his arm and flipping back to land low, a hand setting on the ground- leaving another strand of Bungee gum from his foot to Kurapika's arm. He flicks up his foot while he stands- sending the strand to his hand instead, though without Gyo, Kurapika won't notice it happening. Making three strands now. Two to Kurapika's feet, and one to his arm.]

[Out of the way for that strike with Kurapika's right arm. He won't leave a lot of time in between, already heading at him again, closing the distance quick and sending his fist to Kurapika's face, sending a second to his chest, then a third towards his stomach.]

[In fighting. Close, personal. And Kurapika's already decided to block instead of dodge in the beginning, not a good choice, boy.]

[He doesn't notice the string of Bungee Gum that time either, although for now he's assuming he could be attached anywhere. He's prepared for that and more focused on Hisoka's movements. His arm is taking a beating by now-- he raises it to block the punch to his face, but the next one hits, sending him staggering backwards. By then, the third one, to the stomach, is one he can dodge.

He steps to the side to let Hisoka's arm pass him, his own left arm winding up. He charges a ton of nen into his fist, aiming for Hisoka's side.

Whether or not that hits, he's realizing this isn't time to play around. His abilities weren't meant for someone like Hisoka, who was a past and false Spider... So his dowsing chain pulls back, and another slides out for him to catch the end in his palm. It's too fast to tell which it is just yet.

Kurapika really isn't reacting to these powerful punches. Compared to Uvo, they're nothing-- but they're certainly strong. Hisoka would rank high even among the Troupe, he's thinking, even if he still can't place where... His goal for Chrollo was a clear enough statement. He wasn't to be messed with. Despite the lack of reaction, though, Kurapika is wearing himself out with this ability. He can feel it already, a strain in his body with each use of nen.

He pushes on, his own intensity spiking. So much different from those days of the Hunter exam.]

[Another to his arm, another strand of bungee gum, and then to his chest, a fifth strand, not given a sixth as Kurapika finally dodges. His arm whips past and he quickly glances down, seeing a wind up. Quickly he pulls his arm down, moving to grip on Kurapika's shoulder and lifts himself up. A hand stand up above, atop Kurapika's shoulders, pushing off and landing back behind him, sending his leg hard towards Kurapika's lower back.]

[Not as strong as Uvo, nor Phinks, he slides in third, still strong, definitely. But he usually wins on creativity and his mind more, on finding weaknesses not necessarily overcoming strengths. A bombardment of hits and a slew of dodges and tricks. He might not beat Kurapika down with physical force alone, but he'd make the fight go on and on till Kurapika would become too tired to keep up whatever he was doing to control an 'enhancer's' nen as well as a conjurer's. Hit and dodge, barely straining his own aura out while Kurapika constantly pushed himself over till there was nothing left.]

[He swipes to hit Hisoka as he flips over him, but it misses and he's too slow turning to properly dodge the blow to his back. It sends him forward, and he does a flip himself, finger tips touching the ground so he can press off of them and land on his feet a ways back, turning to view him.

How many strings must be attached right now? How many would Hisoka even need? Kurapika's well aware that Hisoka is working through a plan right now, and his time must be limited. Fighting for this long was going to put him at a disadvantage. The longer he fought, the more worn out he would get, while Hisoka could play for who knew how long.

Clutching the hidden chain tight in his palm, his hesitation (which isn't really that, but thought) lasts no more than a second. He just needed one clean shot at Hisoka's heart. It was fast, but not fast enough to avoid being dodged if his target wasn't chained with chain jail.

This was a lot trickier when he didn't have all of his tricks available. In a way, this was very good for learning how to face future spiders, as well.

He runs, suddenly, showing off how much his speed has increased. A punch with that closed fist to Hisoka's front is more of a feint, and he flips back and out of the way, jumping up from behind. Aiming a kick for Hisoka's back now. If he can hit him at all, distract him for just one second, whether he blocks or not, then he can get his blade through his heart! He's sure of it!]

[Six. He attaches one from his leg to Kurapika's back as well, leaving it there for now, though he might move it to his own hand like the rest eventually. Slowly tying the boy up, little by little. getting him tired, worn out. Yes- were Hisoka a true Spider it might be smart to get him out of the way early, as he had done with Uvogin. Get the strongest first to prepare yourself for the rest- though could be looked at as a little backwards.]

[Still- Hisoka wasn't really fighting seriously. He was playing with him. Not a card in sight and while he sticks his aura to him here and there he has yet to really use it. Favoring moving around and physical attacks more, waiting, watching Kurapika, shuddering from those looks of rage he grants him over and over again.]

[Kurapika darts and Hisoka's eyes widen, his lips pucker. He has time to block, raises both arms before Kurapika suddenly moves around- yes fast. Unexpectedly so. Hisoka just has enough time to redirect his Nen to guard his back, protecting him. The kick strikes, and while it won't shatter his bones or break his spine, it'll bruise him and make him fly forward. Playful yes, a little sloppy, maybe? He also couldn't help but-

want to feel out hard that kick would be.]

[The ground grinds and kicks up under his feet as he thrusts forward and away from that kick, hunching forward a little and moving to wipe a small bit of blood from his mouth.]

Hee- [Turning, glancing back.] Did that feel good? Hn- [Eyes slimming, standing up again, trailing his fingers over his lips.] It did for me. So piercing, Kurapika. Were you this captivating when you killed Uvogin?

[That kick was more satisfying than he thought it would be. The idea of fighting doesn't please him, even when it comes to the Spiders, but after all of Hisoka's taunting, seeing him stumble forward like that came with nothing but satisfaction. He knows he's holding back. He continues to hold back... Underestimating him? Or just not taking him seriously?

It doesn't matter. Hisoka's talking, and Kurapika wastes no time taking advantage of it. His hand lashes out at the air before them, and the chain stretches so that nen blade can properly pierce Hisoka's heart. He'd made the conditions long ago.]

This is the same technique I used on Chrollo. [He says it suddenly, pointed, his arm still extended, Rather than reply to any of Hisoka's taunting, he has his own way of taunting.

Besides, he's practically shaking from rage right now. To know for sure... This was the only way.]

I've set two conditions. If you break either of them, you'll die immediately.

[His body jerks, sudden. He knows what Kurapika can do without knowing what he can do. A chain to the chest? Pauses, slowly- looking down to it sinking into him. His skin peels, goosepimpling. Being penetrated like that is- rather intoxicating- interesting- makes him really feel like he should submit. And despite the severity of this he smiles up to him, letting his arms go slack at his sides.]

Ohoo~? How scary.

[But he's listening. Still.]

[Hisoka's calmness is really getting to him. Doubt echoes in the back of his mind, but everything had pieced together right. His dowsing chain had detected no lies. It was deduction, so guessing was involved, but--

Scowling, he continues on.]

The rules are that you must answer my question, and it must be honestly. [He doesn't know what he wants the answer to be at this point. Eyes squinting in focus (he can feel strain wearing at him), he lifts his chin.]

Were you involved in my clan's massacre?!

[Well get used to it. he appears to remain calm despite the intensity in the air, in his own aura. No chain jail to force Zetsu on him so his aura is malicious, hungry for more, for Kurapika's rage. Knows it has no place directed on him but he can still enjoy it for a little while.]

[He stares him down, breathing in deep, feeling his whole body shake, his hands clenching slightly, fingers curled. There's this aroused knot tugging in his stomach and groin.]

Mnn-- I will answer. [States that- first. Making sure Kurapika and his Nen are aware- before trailing off a little, finally needing to close his eyes or else he might- act on some need pumping deep in his gut.]

Though I wonder what will happen- ah-- You never answered me either, Kurapika- do you like this? Such a selfish boy always hearing what you want to hear and ignoring everything else.

[A breath.]

[Smirks.]

No. I wasn't.

[This time, Hisoka will feel the anger pointed at him for reasons under his control. His eyes flare up even more brilliantly scarlet than before, and his hand swipes out at the air, the chain wiggling and tugging a bit with it. Hisoka probably can feel it, the tug and the tightening of chains at his heart-- but they can do no more than that. He was telling the truth, and he answered.]

Why?!

[His left hand curls into a fist, threatening at his side even as he feels his body straining, growing tired. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He doesn't want to, but he has to... Another question. Just one more.]

If that's true, why would you-- You were going along with it!

[He's not surprised, but he is furious, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths from how exhausted he's growing, how exhausted his anger is making him. There's a pause, and then he goes on seriously (and pained) to answer.]

I'll answer you only because you answered me: No. There's nothing I like about this.

[Oh just for him? His eyes widen as little, throat tightening. Kurapika's aura shifting, targeting him again, heavier, yet still they stand, facing eachother, a showdown yet- at it's end. Or so it seems anyway. His heart beats, surrounded by chains and the idea of it only makes him more interested, more excited.]

I wanted it- [Eyes slim, smiles wider.] You like this- do you know how lovely you are- like this? [Lifts his chin up, lips curling. He feels his skin prickle, his spine chill.]

I couldn't help myself- nh- [Stares at him, his own nen heavy, gold eyes gleaming.] Those chains are so impressive, but despite my game, they weren't made for me, were they? So will you let that rage burn in you undirected?

Or will you let me make it fun for you? [Said as he slides his tongue over his lips.]

[It's sickening. All of this. The lead being a dead end or a truthful misunderstanding, Hisoka playing with him like this, looking at him like that, and his own chains, pointed at his heart and getting him nowhere.

Chest heavy with emotion, he frees Hisoka's heart. The chain returns to himself, and he wobbles a little in place, but he forces himself to keep his eyes scarlet. It's pushing the limit, but Hisoka's aura is really intense right now. Is he wanting to keep fighting? Is that what this is?

He doesn't want to risk stealing a peak at how many strings of Bungee Gum are attached. Not when Hisoka could attack at any minute. He squints, instead, raising his hands defensively.]

Nothing about this is ever fun! [What was he trying to say? He grits his teeth, standing his ground. He's done fighting, but he'll defend himself if he has to.

He doesn't get it, it seems.]

You dragged this out. I'm done fighting you.

[His body tugs a little, jerks as the chain pulls from him but leaves no mark to stain his clothes. A sigh, lifting a hand to slide fingers over his chest. It's almost a shame it's gone. Something about having it in him had him even more exhilarated. But ah, as said, it wasn't created for him, he never gained such ire. The spark in Kurapika's eye now though, that was for him, and he smirks, stepping closer.]

I'm not suggesting a fight. [Holds out his hand and- tugs a little, Bungee cords on Kurapika's knees tugging, aiming to try and get him to pull forward, fall into a kneel.]

[His hands curl into fists at Hisoka's step forward, but he can't do much about the tug that comes from his knees. Both knees? Damn it--! He's pulled forward, and with both legs being forced in such a way, he can't even managed a stumble before they slide into the ground. The weight of his upper body sends his hands to the ground to stabilize himself, but he pushes up on them quickly, glaring sharply Hisoka's way.]

Hisoka!

[But wait.

Words set in slowly, and he registers them. Not suggesting a fight? Knowing Hisoka... That doesn't sound like a lie. He doesn't rely on those types of tricks. His tricks are a lot more flashy, aren't they?

But, then would that be--? He hesitates, eyes focused on Hisoka.]

...What do you mean?

[On his knees- hah- he likes the way Kurapika looks like that, like this. Such a good boy with something not so good fueling him. That revenge makes him so tempting and beautiful. Hisoka flicks his Bungee Gum fast to the ground, making Kurapika's knees stuck there when he falls, and steps closer. His usual sashay through the grass, over the dirt, drifts over to him close till he's looking down at him, smiling mad, eyes slim and bright.]

Something to make you cool down perhaps- but not before you get a little hotter. Don't you want to let it out? [Said smoothly, lifting a hand to slide fingers into Kurapika's hair before gripping hard and tilting his head.]

I'll let you feel some release- just be a good boy, okay?

[Smile suddenly widening and he moves down, crouching, pushing forward to force their mouths together and snakes his tongue into his mouth. Fast, heavy, kisses at him with his aura pulsing a little from the way his stomach tugs at the feeling. Holds Kurapika's head there, keeps his knees glued with his Bungee Gum.]

[When just earlier he'd been wavering on his leftover energy and strength, now, his eyes burn bright despite it. His aura is strong, itself, despite how quickly it's depleting, and when his knees smack back into the ground from the couple inches they'd managed to raise, it flares up considerably.

As Hisoka continues speaking, Kurapika thinks he understands what he's saying, but he's still surprised to hear it. As much as Hisoka had been blatant about these sort of things, he's not sure he's ever seen him so worked up to act on it-- but now, there are fingers in his hair, and Kurapika reaches up with one hand to grab that wrist.

It's not in time to do anything with it. His head tilts up with the tug, and Hisoka is kissing him deeply, causing a sickening twist in his stomach that coils into something more. A choked noise comes with the surprise and the anger, and his free hand balls into a fist at his own side.

Rage fills through him as he powers nen into his fist, and it's causing this strange coiling in his stomach to wind up even further. This isn't fear; he vaguely recalls Gon saying that he'd been both afraid and excited while fighting Hisoka, but that thought is shoved from his mind immediately. He ignores all of it the best he can, presses past it and aims to punch Hisoka wherever he can. He doesn't care if his tongue ends up bitten.

He's never really a good boy.]

[And PUNCHED. Fucking lets it happen too. Nips at Kurapika's lip on the way back, his head whipping to the side, hand letting go of his hair, held tight by the wrist. Hisoka tastes blood in his mouth, his own lip splitting slightly, head spinning, he rolls back his eyes and shivers.]

Nh-

[Huffs through his nose, still facing away before he slowly turns to face Kurapika again. Stays in his crouch, elbows resting on his bent up knees, hands dangling down between his legs.]

Want to try that again?

[He gasps out when his lips are free again, releasing Hisoka's wrist and watching him react to it. He'd taken it, just like that. On purpose? Why? He's furious, and it shows in the shaky way he takes in each breath, eyes locked on Hisoka's even with that menacing turn back to him.

This by all definitions should seem hopeless to him. He's stuck to the ground and nearly exhausted from using his nen so much, and that comment is very clearly challenging after a reaction like that. But every nerve of his body is on fire, and he has no idea where else to channel it.

He grits his teeth, emotion written in every bit of his face as he does, in fact, try it again. A punch, wherever it will reach, packed with nen.]

[No where to channel it? He's giving you a place. That was the point after all. Make the boy more mad, get him on fire, get it directed to him, and get some fun out of it. Hisoka already started to feel arousal during that fight, acting this way only is natural for him. Kissed him and it just made his gut clench more, made his skin hotter, hit and even more so. Loves the look on his face right now and closes his eyes before he's struck.]

[Again.]

[Whips to the side, falling down on a knee, head held away, stays like like for a long moment, shaking here and there before- facing him again. His eyes peel open, sultry, lips peeling in a subtle smile and he shifts back. Jaw aching, but not enough to stop him from getting down on a hand and mouthing at Kurapika's crotch. Through that uniform of his, the one he seemingly wears to kill those he's felt that grudge for. Strains to crane his neck, mouth wide, curling his lips over his teeth and closing his eyes as he gnaws at the space there.]

Edited 2015-03-20 02:51 (UTC)

[It's satisfying. He'd said just earlier that he never enjoys fighting like this, and it wasn't necessarily a lie. He gets no enjoyment out of fighting and killing the Spiders. But that punch had been different.

Kurapika keeps his eyes locked on Hisoka even as he comes back from that punch even worse than the first one. The look he's giving him right now is enough to make him swallow hard, and he's about ready to wind up a third punch when Hisoka lowers himself suddenly.

The sensation that sparks from it is so startling that a noise slips out, something between a groan and a gasp. Immediately, he's disgusted at himself, and his face scrunches. He'll punch him--!

But no, he can't. He was fine with punching him while Hisoka was close to his face, but this was different. His fist falls flat, and the warmth spreading from the area Hisoka's giving attention to only gets more intense as he mouths at him further. Heat rises to his face, and one of his hands moves to grip tightly into Hisoka's hair, shoving at him with half the intensity.]

H-hisoka! You--! [His mind is racing, but there are no explanations in his mind for Hisoka's behavior, for his own reactions, for any of this at all.]

[That sound get s him to smile, wide, his eyes slimming, glancing up to him from his pose on hands and knees, quick to continue, to get more. Kurapika stares down at him, still intense, it's almost as though he can feel the boy shaking from rage. Ah- just rage alone though? A light laugh, pushing forward to widen his mouth and work lips against him, Kurapika still stuck in place. He certainly could keep hitting him, Hisoka leaves his hands unbound. But the Kurta's frozen. Frozen from the shock of it maybe, frozen from another feeling he might have? Hard to say but he'll try to pry more out of him. Doesn't love his rage, doesn't love to hurt, the blood, the pain of it all, but he could love something. A release that that rage will only make even better if he indulges.]

[He doubts Kurapika really indulges much anyway. The boy's all business, does what he has to to avenge his people, not for fun, not to past time. This isn't for that though, there is no vengeance to be had for those that have died against Hisoka. Forces himself on him but subjugates himself in the process, makes himself prone. Let him hit him, will let him hit him again if he feels the need to.]

Mmnah- [Spreads his lips again, wide, scooping his mouth up to work his lips against Kurapika's crotch, his tongue pushing out to add to the sensation, wet through his clothes. Eyes roll back from the hand in his hair, closes them, gripping at the ground tight with both hands.]

[He never indulges, and yet self control is something iffy with him. In some cases he's perfectly composed and strict. In others, he just can't help himself. His mind is clouding right now, filling with a white noise that's loud and heavy and blocking out half of his own thoughts. Half of any other sound, as well.

He feels the wet heat of Hisoka's tongue through the cloth of his pants and gasps out again. It's something he's completely unused to, but it's not difficult to know what feels good. Naturally, he's getting hard, and naturally, each motion from Hisoka makes it harder to move himself.]

Why are you-- [He's cut off with a groan he tries to muffle with his own teeth gritting, but all of this holding back is really only having the reverse effect. His hands shake slightly, now, and he lets them stay resting in Hisoka's hair, not really doing much aside from balling hair between his fingers in short tugs.

He could hit him, maybe. He could, but he doesn't, pulling at his hair tighter as he tries uselessly to pull his knees back up. All it causes is a shift in his hips that has his head spinning.]

[He can feel it, little by little, that pump under his mouth. Firmness starting to build and getting Hisoka even more excited as well. Makes him hungrier to pry at him, see if he can coax Kurapika to his side, get him wanting it, just as his body is starting to. Jaw dropping again, he leans forward on his hands, still clenching the ground, and nuzzles his head forward, grinding his lower face and chin against Kurapika's groin before opening his mouth again and blowing hot air into the cloth of his pants.]

Because- [A sigh, trailing off as he pulls back. His eyes flick up and he smiles, moving to raise a hand, sliding fingers up against the inside of Kurapika's thigh, cupping up against his crotch.]

You got me so sensitive, I had to touch you. I know you think it feels good. [A softer smile, looking down again to continue. To work his lips and mouth around what of that bulging mass he can, lapping his tongue wet back and forth over the cloth, soaking it slowly.]

Mmnnh-- hnn--

it's time for us to lose our weary minds

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hope it's cool to puppeteer a little

dEFINITELY yes good... let me know if kurapika being stubborn/fighting like this isn't ok

Haha it's fine!

sweet 8)

I swear we won't only play bjs again

LMFAO they're so easy... to fall into... yes we can do this, variety

Ha- ha. yeeeaahh

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