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Sleepy Feelings

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Summary: The day was long, longer than what Kurapika could handle.

After seeing that Leorio had texted him from work, claiming to be going back to their complex already, Kurapika calls and asks to be picked up.

From there, he is quite literally "picked up" as they arrive home.

Author: Benti (on ao3)

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His grumbling is still coherent, even if barely.
His body is held as if it preserved life's answer, delicately carried through the dark complex dozens of floors above ground. He can feel Leorio's docile gaze on him despite the thick coat of exhaustion that has led him to this current situation.

His head is tucked in as they pass a doorway-- which doorway, Kurapika cannot tell at this point. His eyelids have never felt so heavy.

He hears Leorio trip over a graveyard of scattered things, some even being their furniture that now took the shape of black silhouettes in the moonlit room surrounded by wall-sized windows. His eventual grunts and complaints and curses keep Kurapika from losing the battle against sleep.

"Kurapika?" Came Leorio's soft tone. "Do you want to spend tonight over at my room tonight?"

He's disoriented, huffing and grumbling as his head rolls onto his body. There's a soft chuckle that is pushed out onto the silence.

He can faintly recognize the route that they now take; a few extra steps past his room confirms that his destination is Leorio's bedroom.
He hasn't been in there much, other than for cleaning purposes while Leorio had been away for work. The other two times that he had spent time in there were once by himself, while Leorio enjoyed a vacation away, and with Leorio on his bed, holding him as he worked his magic against a long and tedious panic attack Kurapika had suffered through. Tonight is the first time that they entered together, let alone holding one another this way.

"Argh crap, my bed's not ready-- can you stand up for a bit?" Leorio then asks, earning a long whine of protest.
He's gingerly put down to stand on wobbly legs, constantly drifting in and out of sleep as the other scrambles to rip off the red duvet that gives his king-sized bed a neater look.
The pillows are beaten into comfortable plushies of feather and cotton and the bed is swiped at by quick hands to double-check the cleanness of the surface, and Kurapika is already being reached out for in the darkness.

Leorio grabs onto his shoulders but he quickly gives up the idea of pushing him, and instead wraps his arms around his waist. Feeling the ground leave from under his feet has never felt better.

The blond melts above him, exhaling one last soft hum before giving into the comfort of his arms. Soon enough, Leorio is lowering him onto the bed.

His hair is being brushed off of his face with loving hands, his cold cheek is being squashed by lips-- but as tired as he is, he considers it an accident.
Once the duvet is pulled over him, those furrowed brows relax with his expression.

Leorio slithers himself in beside him, never having let go of his body, and his face slots perfectly onto the space between Kurapika's head and the bed frame. The blond now fully becomes aware of how his body shares just as much surface with Leorio's entire body as it does with the bed, and how he likes the sensation.

How their legs come so close to tangling together, how his body fits into each dip that Leorio's body makes like a puzzle piece would to its corresponding piece, how his body feels small but sheltered against his. Now, sleep can wait.