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[More and more now, he's closing his eyes on reflex, caught up in sensation and too consumed with it to remember to keep them open. When he does, however, his green gaze always returns back to Therion's face, holding steady on their locked eyes until the next wave drags him back under again. Clever hands, Therion has. They're nimble and deft and feel so good.

He's done well enough, lying still and writhing beneath Therion as his pleasure mounts; when it finally breaks, he moves with the shock of it, surging up to wrap his arms around Therion's neck and hold on for dear life. His face buries in Therion's neck in the same moment that he spills over his hand, and the soft cry that escapes him, muffled by heat and skin, comes out just a touch more broken than the ones that have all preceded it.

In the seconds that follow, he stays clinging, huddled in the refuge of sensation, unwilling to leave it for just a little longer yet.]

[That's fine by Therion right now. He has to put a hand down to support them both, the other still holding soft pressure in just the right way, before he lowers both of them down by degrees. The supporting arm ends up snaking its way around Kurama's back so Therion can snuggle in, too, brushing a line of kisses along his temple and cheek before contenting himself to rest as they are in a heap. His hoodie's thick and soft between his body and Kurama's. His tail rolls out long and relaxes.

Leaving chatter by the wayside, Therion breathes out into Kurama's hair and strokes his side.

Words get in the way so often. All Kurama had to do to ask for anything was stand in front of him like he did and wait to be pulled down.]

[It's a little discourteous to lie still as long as Kurama does without making any sign whatsoever to acknowledge that Therion might currently be in a similar predicament as he'd been, and would probably care to get off, himself. But that's fine. It's a little discourteous of Kuwabara to go off and get himself turned into stone crystal with no warning, so they're all being a little rude today, apparently.]

Is there a shrine?

[The thought comes out sleepy and half-formed, somewhere in the midst of being petted and winding down from his sexual high.]

On the mountain you'd name after me...

Mm. Could be.

[Anything could be. It's Therion's mountain, colored like the Cliftlands and sculpted not by wind, but his own imagination. His stroking hand comes to rest on Kurama's hip.]

I'd build it with a hidden entrance. No one gets in there unless they know how to look.

[So it's quiet. So thieves too stupid to mind their manners don't even get the chance to try their bad luck.

So if Therion drops by, he can have the magnificent view to himself.]

Edited 2020-09-17 16:16 (UTC)

I could say something terribly filthy about the phrase "hidden entrance", but I'll refrain.

[The fabric of Therion's hoodie is so soft on his overstimulated, buzzing nerves. Appreciatively, he bends and pushes his face right up against it, breathing in deep to let the scent hit against the back of his palate and savor it. He wonders how much Therion likes this particular sweatshirt. How difficult it would be to get it off of him, and then have it conveniently go missing forever. It's a nice thought.]

Do you...not want...?

[For him to return the favor, he means, by his broken-off half-thought.]

[It's a pretty new hoodie, honestly. Maybe let him keep it through a few more rounds of warm attentions; the last while went a long way towards working his, and Kurama's, scents into the fabric.

Therion stirs, then sits up a bit to look at Kurama from above again, eyes still dark and attentive, hair sticking up wildly in the back from all the grabbing. What he finally says is:]

I'm fine. For now.

['I'm not here for me anymore.' That's a lot, he thinks, to say at this juncture, so he doesn't. Not like he's got plans to go anywhere soon, anyway. The night is young.]

Want a beer?

...Yes, I really do.

[Not that he drinks avidly, and certainly not because he likes the taste of it or anything so ridiculous as that. But the social aspect sounds nice. Sitting. Drinking. Talking, probably. He doesn't need the beer, but he'll take it as a pretense to allow for the other things.]

But if you try to move even one inch I'll bite your fingers off.

[It is, truly, a threat that means less and less every time he says it.]

Oh, no. What will I do.

[Rest the side of his head comfortably on Kurama's chest, apparently, locate his shopping bag, hook his foot through one of the handles, and drag it lazily over. When it's in arm's reach, he fishes out first one can, which he places by Kurama's head, and then the second for himself. The container of inarizushi comes to join them, too.]

What's in this, again?

Fried tofu and sweet rice.

[He's back to lounging with his eyes closed by the time Therion's little trick is over and the beer cans start coming out; that he identifies "this" as the inarizushi without looking at it is entirely a testament to the sensitivity of his nose.]

It's a pouch with filling. Satisfying to bite into. Inari is the goddess of rice, and white kitsune are her messengers.

[To-foo! He knows that one. A pause, and then he nips gently at Kurama's chin.]

Still going to bite my fingers off if I go wash them?

[Probably kind of rude to sneak a bite of Kurama's snacks with some, ah, Kurama still on his hands.]

[Probably even ruder, the way Kurama expertly opens just one eye, takes stock of Therion's situation, and proceeds to pull his hand up to his mouth and suck on each finger in its turn. A little gross? Sure. But there's some definite sly amusement to be derived from it, and that's fairly compelling justification for doing just about anything, questionable or not.

Besides. Let the image burn into Therion's memory, his pretty red fox with sleepy warmth in his expression and his soft pink tongue laving over his palm.]

No need to bother.

[He says between licks, like a brat.]

[Well. The image sticks for sure. One eye or not, from this distance, there's no missing the way Therion stares, transfixed, as Kurama takes care of clean-up. Nor, the way they're piled up, can either of them fail to notice the way Therion's tail shivers again, the way he shifts his body on top of Kurama.

He can still wait it out, but man, Kurama's got to make it hard, doesn't he. Therion needs to clear his throat before he speaks again.]

...If that's good enough for you.

[He pops open the container with his other hand and flicks away the lid.]

I want some of your tofu.

Well. You might still have sticky fingers, no matter what I do.

[He says, cracking the obligatory thief jokes even as he finishes sucking on each fingertip and pulls back delicately, looking highly self-satisfied even amid his dreamy satiation.]

Go ahead. Tell me if you like it. I promise I won't snatch a bite out of your mouth, unless you ask me to.

[For half a second, Therion looks faintly surprised by the ease with which Kurama makes that promise. Doesn't stop him for long, though, and he fishes out a tofu pouch before Kurama can change his mind.]

You want half?

[He pops the corner into his mouth and chews, curious.]

Yes, please. You didn't have to go to the trouble of bringing this for me.

[He's watching Therion's face as he tries the treat, content to see how he likes it first before opening his mouth and silently demanding to be fed.]

Mm-hmm.

[Seems he does like it, once past the initial strangeness of it--kind of sweet, but not as sweet as sweets are, and squishier fare than he'd find on most Orsterran streets. His eyebrows rise as he considers the flavor, but yes. It's good.

Then he sees what Kurama's doing and has to cover a laugh with the back of his hand.]

Aren't you a fox? Not a baby bird?

[Still, he obliges, a chuckle still curving the corners of his eyes as he brings the other half of the inarizushi pouch to Kurama's mouth with exaggerated delicacy.]

Edited (Sometimes you just? Forget to respond to a whole thing?) 2020-09-17 23:30 (UTC)

Ah, ah. If I'm a baby bird, consider what that makes you.

[It is with the utmost dignity that he nibbles at the corner of his treat, right up until the point where it's obvious that a rice-stuffed tofu pouch really isn't made for nibbling and he just goes after the whole thing at once.

Suddenly he more closely resembles a squirrel than a baby bird, with the half-pouch making his cheeks bulge, but he'll accept the minor indignity in favor of still not using his hands, because he's being lazy and that is the nature of his indulgence right now.]

Though I must say that if you're out to spoil me, you're succeeding admirably.

[Haha, pffff. Still hiding his mouth, Therion looks away, but the wiggle of his tail behind him gives the amusement away. (≧艸≦*) wwww.]

Does it matter what I'm out for? What's important are results.

[He still looks plenty pleased with himself as he opens his beer can. Pop tops, weirdly satisfying. He likes the noise they make.]

Results don't matter much if they aren't the results you're out for, do they? Context always plays a role. You seem to like it when my hands find their way into your trousers, but you might not care for the result as much if we were in the middle of a busy thoroughfare when I did it.

[He pauses a moment, seeming to reflect on that offhand remark, while the beer sizzles and hisses as the pleasant pop of the can opening fades away.]

Or maybe you would. Who's to say?

Pretty sure I'm to say, in that case. [Siiip.] And no, I wouldn't. So you're right the first time.

[He puts the inarizushi container on Kurama's chest for maximum convenience for both of them. Deal with it.]

What I really meant was, does it matter what I'm trying to do if you like it, right now? Don't make it more complicated than it is.

[Oh, so he's a table now. Well, okay, you know what, he's about as undignified as a raccoon eating a bowl of cherries off of his stomach at this point, but this is fine, it's only just the two of them anyway, and Therion has certainly seen him worse than this.

Also, it's awfully convenient for dipping his hand in and snagging another pouch, which he does. Delicious.]

...Your thoughts matter to me. That doesn't change, whether you choose to share them or not.

...

[Therion just looks at Kurama over his can of beer. He has no idea what to do with that, clearly, even after his gaze slides away.]

...I like you, is all it is.

[What an absurd thing to have to admit, half-lying on Kurama like he is amidst the things he brought, the air still scented with sex. He runs the side of his thumb up and down his beer.]

It's not about spoiling anyone. Just figured... it'd be a couple fewer things to give yourself a headache over.

Therion.

[He lets him have his space a minute, watching his gaze drift away, and doesn't press it. Not for a moment. Not for a heartbeat.

But then he reaches up and takes him by the chin, tipping his face back and down as he leans up himself to catch his lips in a kiss that tastes of tofu and hops.]

I like you too. That's why I make things complicated.

[Therion makes a soft noise as he's guided back into the kiss, back into closeness, and the expression on his face when it ends is hard to pin down with any one word. Surprised? Uncertain?

Wishful?]

...Would you tell me if you didn't?

[He blinks, as if he weren't expecting to hear that thought aloud, then shuts his eyes, grumbles quietly at himself, and noses his way into the crook of Kurama's neck.]

Never mind. That's not a fair question to ask. [Since he'll just hear the answer that makes sense to him--or the one he wants most. No in betweens.] Just a hard habit to get back into.

I don't make it a secret, when I dislike someone. They know.

[But he doesn't press for the moment; he lets Therion hide away against his neck like he wants to, petting him softly and offering what comfort he can as they just hold still and stay close together for a while.]

And I press you to talk because I like the sound of your voice.

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