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it's time for us to lose our weary minds
[When word had gotten to Kurapika, to say he was infuriated would be an understatement. He'd had an agreement with Hisoka, and while he'd never once been under the impression that it would be even or fair, at the very least he thought he'd managed to get him down to an art. His lies were random, sometimes for no reason, but there would be no gain in lying to him about this one thing. In fact, he had been positive that if he'd been part of his clan's massacre, he would have said it with glee just to enrage him and gain a fight.
He'd assumed too much, it seemed. Emotion overcame him, and while the couple bodyguards who'd witnessed his reaction tried to stop him, he stormed off without a second thought. He was going to deal with this now. He had no more use for Hisoka.
The most thought he'd put into this was whether or not the law he'd put on Chain Jail would classify Hisoka as a 'spider' or not. He'd decided it wouldn't. That didn't stop him from sending the text.
I'm sending you the coordinates for a desolate location just outside of the city where I'm currently located.
Meet me there tonight.
If you're not close enough, I'll come to you.
Needless to say Hisoka had responded. Why wouldn't he? And now, in traditional clothing rather than his usual suit, Kurapika stood waiting. There were no paved roads in this area. Only hills, dirt, sand, yellow grass... With no view into the city from the spot he'd chosen, it was ideal for a fight.
He wasn't planning on wasting any time with this.]
He'd assumed too much, it seemed. Emotion overcame him, and while the couple bodyguards who'd witnessed his reaction tried to stop him, he stormed off without a second thought. He was going to deal with this now. He had no more use for Hisoka.
The most thought he'd put into this was whether or not the law he'd put on Chain Jail would classify Hisoka as a 'spider' or not. He'd decided it wouldn't. That didn't stop him from sending the text.
Meet me there tonight.
If you're not close enough, I'll come to you.
Needless to say Hisoka had responded. Why wouldn't he? And now, in traditional clothing rather than his usual suit, Kurapika stood waiting. There were no paved roads in this area. Only hills, dirt, sand, yellow grass... With no view into the city from the spot he'd chosen, it was ideal for a fight.
He wasn't planning on wasting any time with this.]
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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.
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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.]
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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?
hope it's cool to puppeteer a little
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.]
dEFINITELY yes good... let me know if kurapika being stubborn/fighting like this isn't ok
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.]
Haha it's fine!
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?
sweet 8)
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.]
I swear we won't only play bjs again
[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.]
LMFAO they're so easy... to fall into... yes we can do this, variety
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.]
Ha- ha. yeeeaahh
[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.]
replies 5 thousand years late, JUST LIKE OLD TIMES
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.]
counts the day, chalk lines, cries
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--