teaism | 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.]

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[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.]

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[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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