Still Doll

A Rude Interruption (Omake)

The sensation of warm hands feeling up his stomach stirred Kurapika half-awake, his eyes blearily making out of the darkness of the surroundings. There was a faint source of light from the dim light on the wall, and he somehow recognized who had interrupted his sleep. Upon sensing that someone was right above him with their face buried on the crook of his neck, he instantly remembered that he was currently with Kuroro Lucifer in the middle of their session slash reconciliation.

An instinctive urge to push him away surged through him, but it wasn't as reckless as he expected. It slowly ebbed away and was replaced by mild annoyance for being woken up in such a way, with exhaustion and sleepiness threatening to take him over again. He mustered his remaining energy and brought his hand up and placed it on top of Kuroro's head, letting his fingers comb through the black strands, to get the man's attention.

Kuroro raised his head, dark orbs looking back at him with attentiveness and unnerving focus. There was something about the way he weighted down on Kurapika's body that suggested lethargy. It wasn't hard to figure out that Kuroro was exhausted and feeling lazy, too.

There was a slight movement, and Kuroro's lips were soon right above Kurapika's. Without saying a word, Kuroro helped himself and brushed their lips together, face angling to a side to deepen the kiss, eyes flickering close.

A bit slow in taking in the situation, Kurapika's eyes remained open and he stiffened at the contact, but soon recovered when Kuroro's warm and wet tongue darted out, requesting access. His heartbeat began to race but, albeit hesitantly, he opened his mouth and let the eager tongue roam inside, eyes closing, his own tongue attempting to match Kuroro's pace. This was a really rude way to wake up someone, Kurapika inwardly thought, but he didn't bother to voice out his objection, seeing that they both didn't mind it.

It was funny that despite the sleepiness and the hangover, everything was vivid in Kurapika's senses; the warm breath Kuroro cautiously let out, the way he held it back at times, his grunts ringing to Kurapika's ears, the slight reddening of his cheeks up to the tip of his ears. The bastard was evidently so turned on, the erection pressing against him confirmed it, and damn—this must be contagious because Kurapika could feel himself becoming sensitive, too.

Kuroro broke the kiss, lips wet and reddened, to give Kurapika another thorough look.

Fully awake now, Kurapika returned the gaze, eyeing the man while wondering what had gotten into him, but didn't hear any silly or mindless remarks. The silence between them remained, with Kuroro adjusting himself above him. He sat on the mattress and parted Kurapika's legs, comfortably settling between them, the boy absently going along with it because heck— they were going that direction anyway. Seeing that Kuroro was decisive to keep this silence going, and Kurapika not having the energy to exchange banters with him either, he kept his mouth shut and bottled his protests.

He thought Kuroro would begin with his usual foreplays but it gave him a start when he grabbed at his length, hand running from the root up to the tip, quickly stirring it awake. No noise came from Kurapika's mouth, but he couldn't help biting his lower lip. Kuroro continued focusing his attention there, hand moving up and down, eyes unwavering and looking solely at Kurapika. That pinning gaze was annoying but Kurapika couldn't bring himself to tear away from it. He met it head-on, determinedly keeping his eyes on their normal hue, and endured the embarrassment.

This seemed to excite Kuroro, hence he pumped harder, faster and more impatiently. The force with which the sensation was building up in him, coming at once, and he wanted nothing but for Kuroro to finish it.

He wondered if Kuroro would let him come; he knew he was cruel enough not to allow him unless he was feeling good himself, but it shocked him when Kuroro abruptly crouched down and took his tip in his mouth—and just when he was about to climax. Kurapika frantically tried to stop himself from letting it go, but it was too late for he was getting very near the edge, and that must have been Kuroro's intention from the get-go. His length twitched and it embarrassed him to no end when he spurted forth inside Kuroro's mouth.