Leopika Oneshot||Second Book Published

{Skirts}

[Sort of "pre-smut"]

Why had Leorio let Kurapika move in with him? It was a "temporary arrangement" but it didn't seem like it. Kurapika living with him had started from a week to a month, to three months, and now five. And it had been a pain. He was picky about everything. He always yelled at Leorio, mostly for little things. And he was demanding, attractive in women, not Kurapika.

On one of those days, when Kurapika noticed something wrong he went to Leorio's study to confront him. "Leorio," he said putting his hands on the desk. "Did you buy groceries as I asked you to?" Without looking up from his work, Leorio shook his head. "No," he replied. "I was too busy studying." Kurapika rolled his eyes. "I asked you to," he said in a rude tone. "I need that stuff to cook. Do you want to starve?" As he said this, his hands left the desk and went to his hips. 

"Don't worry, the longest I went without food was a bit over two weeks. And as I said, I was busy study-" Leorio stopped mid-sentence when he looked up at Kurapika. "What are you wearing," he asked.

Kurapika looked down at his outfit. A blue shirt and a black skirt. Looking back at Leorio he raised his eyebrows, "Uhh, clothes." Leorio rolled his eyes. "Really," he asked sarcastically. "I didn't notice. I thought you were naked." Kurapika scoffed. "I bet you wish I was you perv," he retorted before turning to walk away.

Leorio watched him walk. He watched how the skirt swayed. Kurapika was gay, no doubt about it. Not that Leorio had any problems with the LGBTQ+ community. It was just so obvious about Kurapika. And to think Gon asked him about having a girlfriend one time.

About an hour and a half later, Leorio had moved into the living room. He wasn't exactly sure when he had gotten there or why he was there but he was. As for Kurapika, he wasn't anywhere around the house. After searching for him, Leorio concluding that he went grocery shopping. It was so important to him anyway.

Soon enough, Kurapika opened the door carrying in groceries. He set them on the counter and put them where they needed to be. After he was done he walked around the table and into the living room. "Are you still studying," he asked Leorio. "Because if you're not-" Leorio interrupted him, "Stop acting like a mom. I'm older than you." 

Kurapika rolled his eyes and walked around the side of the couch. He fell backward onto the cushions, his skirt moving with him. Leorio glanced at him. Actually more of staring from the corners of your eyes. Kurapika noticed it and a slight smirk on Leorio's face.

"What," he asked in a sharp tone. Leorio let out a small laugh. "You look like a girl in that skirt," he said smiling. Without thinking, Kurapika snapped back, "Well you like girls don't you?"

There was silence from this response. In which Kurapika broke. "I didn't mean it like that," he grumbled. "Not like I want you to like me. I meant it like- I- you- I actually don't know what I meant by it."

Leorio laughed. "It's fine," he said. "It's fine if you meant it in that way." He looked Kurapika up and down. "After all, you're not bad looking. Just...short." Kurapika was more focused on Leorio calling him attractive than being called short. Did Leorio really think that? He was so focussed he didn't notice that Leorio had grabbed his hips until he was lifted onto his lap. "Leorio what are you doing," he asked, his face red.

"You know," Leorio said running his hands up and down Kurapika's waist. "Some people like their partners smaller." By now, Kurapika's face was completely red. "L-leorio," he stuttered.

Leorio stopped moving his hands. "Kurapika," he said. "Are you okay with me doing this? Or going any further?" Kurapika bit his lip. "Y-yes," he said. Leorio raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure," he asked. "Or are you just saying that? Because I'm okay if you say no." Kurapika nodded. "I'm sure," he replied. "One hundred percent." Leorio smiled. "Good," he replied. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Kurapika smiled. "Not at all," he said. "Keep doing what you were doing." Leorio put his hands back on Kurapika's waist. He pulled him closer, surprising Kurapika. "Hey," he said. "Don't-" He was cut off by Leorio kissing him. It was a deep kiss, one full of passion. And Kurapika found himself returning the kiss.

Pulling away, Leorio traced Kurapika's face. "You're a great kisser, Kurapika," he said. Kurapika smiled again. "I try," he replied. "By the way, why did you kiss me like that? Do you like me?" Leorio didn't answer. "Does that matter," Leorio asked. Kurapika shook his head. "No," he said. "Not really."

They kissed again Leorio rubbing his hands up and down Kurapika's waist. Leorio pulled away again, "You look so fucking good in that skirt." Kurapika smiled. "Thanks but I already knew that," he said. Leorio raised an eyebrow. "You're so cocky," he said, tucking a strand of Kurapika's hair behind his ear.

"That's enough talking," Kurapika said. "Let's continue what we were doing." Leorio smirked, "I like that idea." They continued their kiss and by now, Kurapika had let out a few moans. He enjoyed this.

Leorio picked Kurapika up from his thighs and lied him on his back. "Are you sure you want to do this," Kurapika asked. "I mean here? On the couch? Wouldn't your bed be easier?" Leorio sighed. "Do you want to go there?" Leorio asked. Kurapika shyly nodded. Both his face and his eyes were a deep shade of red. His eyes were a different color than when he was usually angry. That was interesting to Leorio.

Leorio picked Kurapika up off the couch and carried him to his bedroom. He carefully set him on the bed. Kurapika sat up in the bed. Leorio stood over him. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable please tell me," he said. Kurapika nodded.  Leorio smiled. "Okay," he said.

He started to kiss Kurapika's neck and leaving marks behind. Kurapika moaned, digging his fingernails into Leorio's back. "L-Leorio," Kurapika moaned. Leorio slid his hand up Kurapika's skirt. He looked up at Kurapika. "Are you sure," he asked once again. Kurapika nodded. "L-leorio p-please," he said.

They went on from there and Kurapika made a mental note to wear skirts more often.

A/N: I got really close to writing it this time but I realized I didn't know-how. So...
Sibling, I know you probably read this but don't judge me