[ Is it a bad idea to settle on Akira's lap? Probably, but he's doing it anyway, straddling Akira's thighs so he can settle more comfortably against him. Maybe it's the atmosphere, or the feelings that they've finally aired out... but this is different.
He's more insistent this time, letting his tongue slide against Akira's with a confidence he didn't have before, unafraid to let the kiss naturally deepen. This is instinct, after all, and it's easy to give into it with Akira. ]
[This feels like more of a test than a bad idea, but it absolutely is a bad idea. Even so, Akira welcomes and embraces Kurapika's presence on his lap, one arm around his back while the other stays against his cheek.
...If he isn't careful, Kurapika will easily overwhelm him. Akira new he'd be a quick study, but his confidence is unreal. Akira catches himself moaning into their kiss, a testament to Kurapika's efforts, and straightens up. He can't afford to get distracted or he'll turn this bad idea into a big mistake. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard...]
Kurapika's head spins and he's dizzy enough that he doesn't realize that a little sound has escaped the back of his throat in response, his hands migrating to clutch at Akira's shirt. Is it possible to get too lost in the Akira sauce here? He doesn't think he's quite there yet, but surely he's dangerously approaching it.
Catching himself, Kurapika slides his hands back up to Akira's shoulders. He's keeping them right there. ]
[If you were to ask Akira, he'd argue they're mutually drowning in the sauce ocean, though his complaints are few. His skin's burning beneath his clothes and his limbs tingle and goosebump in ways they never have over simple kisses before. That, and he suddenly gasps when he realizes he'd forgotten to breathe. Unreal.
...A little friction's fine, right? Kurapika won't complain if he hugs him closer? Rolls his hips up into his? On second thought, Akira kinda regrets that. Kissing Kurapika, touching and holding him, feels too damn good.]
[ Maybe this really is a bad idea. That bit of friction is akin to an electric shock, the waves of pleasure reverberating throughout Kurapika's body as he moans into Akira's mouth. His fingers dig into Akira's shoulders as he finally, finally breaks the kiss.
He feels hot, feverish almost, as he pulls back. His entire body aches to touch Akira, but he needs to practice self control.
When did he get so bad at doing that? ]
Let's save the rest for another time.
[ It's obvious in his voice that he doesn't want to, but this is for the best. ]
[...Whew. Kurapika's self-restraint saves the day. Akira reluctantly loosens his hold on Kurapika to allow him room to scoot off his lap. In this moment, the cold air is his best friend.]
Uh... right.
[Man, when did it get so dark? He really was distracted. Kurapika is a dangerous man and not for the reasons he wishes to be perceived.]
[ Letting out a long, long breath, Kurapika maneuvers himself off of Akira's lap and lays back down on his jacket. The cold air is a refreshing reminder of all things pure... but mostly of self control.
Turning his head, he lets his eyes linger on Akira's face for a bit longer than he probably should before looking back to the stars. ]
I've read up on the constellations here, if you'd like to hear about them. I can point them out to you too.
[ Something nerdy to distract them from what almost happened. ]
[Akira, on the other hand, maintains eye contact only to keep up appearances. If it were up to him, he'd be teehee-ing and twirling his hair and avoiding direct eye contact. He's trying to be normal over here.]
Sure... but before that, I'd like to hear about the constellations back home.
[ Kurapika smiles, reaching out to grab Akira's wrist and pull him closer. They can at least be close without causing problems. ]
Fine. I'll tell you about the constellations the Kurta came up with.
[ That's a lot more meaningful than any others, he thinks, so he doesn't waste any time before launching into the different constellations and their origins. It's a lot of information that he doesn't mind sharing as long as Akira doesn't mind listening.
And if that turns into other, unrelated conversations? That's fine with Kurapika, just as it's fine with him if they end up falling asleep on that very roof sometime in the middle of the night. Sure their backs are sore in the morning, but it's a soreness that's well worth it. ]
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He's more insistent this time, letting his tongue slide against Akira's with a confidence he didn't have before, unafraid to let the kiss naturally deepen. This is instinct, after all, and it's easy to give into it with Akira. ]
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...If he isn't careful, Kurapika will easily overwhelm him. Akira new he'd be a quick study, but his confidence is unreal. Akira catches himself moaning into their kiss, a testament to Kurapika's efforts, and straightens up. He can't afford to get distracted or he'll turn this bad idea into a big mistake. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard...]
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That was hot.
Kurapika's head spins and he's dizzy enough that he doesn't realize that a little sound has escaped the back of his throat in response, his hands migrating to clutch at Akira's shirt. Is it possible to get too lost in the Akira sauce here? He doesn't think he's quite there yet, but surely he's dangerously approaching it.
Catching himself, Kurapika slides his hands back up to Akira's shoulders. He's keeping them right there. ]
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...A little friction's fine, right? Kurapika won't complain if he hugs him closer? Rolls his hips up into his? On second thought, Akira kinda regrets that. Kissing Kurapika, touching and holding him, feels too damn good.]
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He feels hot, feverish almost, as he pulls back. His entire body aches to touch Akira, but he needs to practice self control.
When did he get so bad at doing that? ]
Let's save the rest for another time.
[ It's obvious in his voice that he doesn't want to, but this is for the best. ]
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Uh... right.
[Man, when did it get so dark? He really was distracted. Kurapika is a dangerous man and not for the reasons he wishes to be perceived.]
Good news, Kurapika. The stars are out.
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Turning his head, he lets his eyes linger on Akira's face for a bit longer than he probably should before looking back to the stars. ]
I've read up on the constellations here, if you'd like to hear about them. I can point them out to you too.
[ Something nerdy to distract them from what almost happened. ]
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Sure... but before that, I'd like to hear about the constellations back home.
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Fine. I'll tell you about the constellations the Kurta came up with.
[ That's a lot more meaningful than any others, he thinks, so he doesn't waste any time before launching into the different constellations and their origins. It's a lot of information that he doesn't mind sharing as long as Akira doesn't mind listening.
And if that turns into other, unrelated conversations? That's fine with Kurapika, just as it's fine with him if they end up falling asleep on that very roof sometime in the middle of the night. Sure their backs are sore in the morning, but it's a soreness that's well worth it. ]