Still Doll

A Good Night

Kuroro froze, astounded, as Kurapika's lips pressed against his.

His mind went blank the moment Kurapika leaned closer towards him; he could feel his nervousness as if it was his own. He could sense his tension, his muscles stiff as he tried so hard to remain calm at their proximity, and it was so obvious how much he was forcing himself to do this first move.

He was acting much like the same as before when he stripped his own clothes in front of Kuroro, but there was a small difference this time around. Kurapika was resolute now. Come what may, he knew Kurapika wouldn't run away with his tail between his legs. He might be still afraid and at a loss of how to pull this off, of how to keep calm and attempt to arouse Kuroro, but he was resolved to do this.

Kuroro didn't realize that he was spacing out until Kurapika backed away with a dejected expression on his face.

"I'm just forcing myself again, I guess," Kurapika repressed a sigh. "You don't look like you're in the mood as well. Should we—"

He cut off Kurapika's words by pulling him back and crushing their lips together. Kuroro didn't mean to be forceful, but Kurapika's eyes widened in surprise so he tried to gently nibble at his lips, slowing prying his mouth open to instigate a light yet deeper kiss.

Kuroro went on and languidly closed his eyes, wordlessly beckoning Kurapika to do the same. Moments later, he felt his tense shoulders relax, and Kurapika briefly broke the kiss to breath before brushing his lips back on Kuroro's.

Their kisses turned deeper and deeper as seconds went by, with Kurapika kissing him back, one of his hands cupping Kuroro's cheek. Kuroro held onto that wrist and let his palm slid down to his elbow all the way to the hem of Kurapika's shirt. He kept the kiss going despite that flinch Kurapika involuntarily made, and cautiously proceeded to remove his coat. Kurapika compliantly shrugged it off and let Kuroro pull it down from his arms.

Panting, Kurapika moved away and stared at him for a while. He was catching his breath and gathering courage so Kuroro fixed him a reassuring gaze and let him take his time.

Kuroro wasn't surprised at Kurapika's next move: he reached for the hem of Kuroro's top and pulled it up. Kuroro raised his arms to make it easier for the boy to remove it. Kurapika dropped it to a side then lunged for another kiss, this time free of hesitance, arms wrapped around his neck. Kuroro anticipated the kiss and angled his face for an easier access.

The Kuruta's nervousness seemed to be slowly fading away, his lips moving in eagerness to keep up with the scorching kiss. Kuroro slipped both of his hands under his shirt to caress the skin beneath it. Kurapika shuddered but that was all he did.

Tired and breathless from the sloppy kissing, they breathed deeply and looked at each other in the eyes, lips wet, reddening and slightly open.

Kuroro was relieved to see that the boy was now calmer and relaxed; slowing things down really did the trick to dispel Kurapika's nervousness. Those scarlet eyes were now focused, the pain and anxiety of earlier was somehow gone, and they looked straight at Kuroro. Ah, he really liked those eyes, especially when they were valiantly looking right at him.

As if he had all the time in the world, he lazily unbuttoned Kurapika's shirt, bit by bit exposing his skin, all the while watching out for his reactions. Kurapika was unmoving and silent even when Kuroro closed in and buried his face on the nook of his neck.

He nibbled at the exposed skin and snaked his arm around Kurapika for an embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and how he stiffened at the contact. He had figured this much; of course he still had a long way to go to make Kurapika comfortable with his touches, but he wouldn't do the same mistake twice and rush this like before. Now that he had Kurapika's formal consent, he would use it wisely and do his best to gain his trust and tolerance no matter how gruelingly long it would take.