Behind Closed Doors

Soft kisses on his throat pulled Kurama gently from sleep. “Mmmm, Yusuke,” he moaned, moving to expose his neck more fully to the brunet’s exploration. He felt the brunet move to lie on top of him, still working on his neck.

“I want to see how far I can go, Kurama,” Yusuke whispered, his breath brushing past Kurama’s ear. “Your mother left a note that we are supposed to have lunch with her and Hatanaka so she called our schools for us.”

“I didn’t hear her,” Kurama mumbled back, trying not to groan too loudly. He felt Yusuke reaching for the bedside table then pressing a piece of paper into his hand without breaking from his explorations. He managed to hold the paper before his eyes and read what Yusuke had just told him as well as that she would be picking them up around one. “What time is it, Yusuke?”

He felt the brunet look away and then return to nibble on his ear, “Just past eight.”

“I’m not complaining, but why, Yusuke?”

The brunet moved away from his neck to look into his eyes, “I want to, Kurama. I need to touch you. I want it. It’s like…I have to touch you.” He reached out with his ki, “I want to, Kurama. Please.”

Kurama could feel the battle between desire and fear in Yusuke’s ki. He brought his hand up to caress Yusuke’s cheek, “Do to me what you want, I trust you.” He dropped every defense and lay open under Yusuke. He felt Yusuke’s ki flutter over his like a butterfly, gently testing and mapping its surface. Eyes opened, exploring Kurama’s green eyes, Yusuke gently brushed his lips against the redhead’s before closing his eyes and kissing Kurama deeply. Kurama groaned as Yusuke sought to draw the redhead into his body. Tongues met, caressing, dancing with each other as they both moved away from the wall toward the center of the bed, noises of pleasure escaping as their hips rocked together.

Yusuke brought his knees to the bed, pushing his body away from Kurama’s without breaking their kiss. He needed to touch the redhead’s skin. He began working on the suddenly too complicated fastenings on the redhead’s shirt. Kurama’s hands slid around his body and pulled at his shirt. They both fought to free the other from the bindings of the clothing they’d fallen asleep in. Yusuke managed to open Kurama’s shirt as the redhead got his shirt up under his arms, unable to get it further off without Yusuke pulling away from him or ripping the tee. He wanted to whine out in frustration, but when Yusuke brought their chests together the noise became a gasp of pleasure. The feel of their bare skin reinforcing their bond caused them both to writhe, trying to get closer. Yusuke brought his hands to his shirt and pulled away from Kurama just enough to pull the fabric away from his body before reclaiming the redhead’s mouth, swallowing their noises of pleasure and desire.

Kurama’s hands sought to touch every exposed bit of Yusuke’s skin, massaging the strong muscles, reveling in the feel of them rippling just under the brunet’s skin as Yusuke moved away from his mouth to his neck again. Kurama was frustrated with the fabric still on his arms and he slowly pushed them both up and worked his shirt the rest of the way off, Yusuke’s mouth returning to his as they moved. The brunet helped him remove the offensive cloth, straddling his lap so they remained seated a little longer. Yusuke caressed Kurama’s back as the redhead did to his, his hips rocking lightly into the redhead.

Kurama guided them back down to the bed and Yusuke’s lips returned to his neck, traveling down to explore collarbones as Kurama’s hands tangled in his hair as the redhead arched back, opening himself to Yusuke’s touch with moans of pleasure. He could feel the continued struggled within Yusuke between wanting to continue his explorations and fear of hurting the one he loved so much. “I love you, Yusuke,” he whispered between groans, repeating it over and over as the brunet continued to kiss him, feeling his confidence increase with each repetition.

Yusuke began trailing a path down Kurama’s chest, tasting every bit of flesh he passed while his hands caressed Kurama’s sides and abdomen. Kurama slid his hands out of Yusuke’s hair and worked on his shoulders, kneading them as he continued to whisper his love of the brunet between moans and groans of pleasure. Yusuke’s lips reached his nipples and he arched into the brunet’s mouth with a near scream of ecstasy as his hands tightened around Yusuke’s shoulders. Yusuke opened his eyes to look up at his lover, watching him pant open mouthed. He moaned at the sight, and Kurama writhed under him again. The thought that traveled through Yusuke’s head, though, made him pull back, shaking his head. Kurama looked at him in bleary confusion and Yusuke gave voice to his fear, “You’d let me hurt you.”

Kurama struggled to find words. “You weren’t hurting me, Yusuke,” he finally managed to pant out.

“But, you’d let me. I can’t do it, Kurama. I can’t be dominant.” A frustrated growl made its way out of his throat, “Gods, Kurama, how long?”

Kurama sat up, amazed to feel that, despite of his turmoil, Yusuke was still hard under his jeans. He wrapped his arms around the brunet and Yusuke wilted into his shoulder. Gently, he reached out with his ki, wrapping it around the brunet, exploring, trying to find some solution. He felt Yusuke’s almost overwhelming need for touch, to be held, for release from the prison of the shadow Hiei had cast over his mind. Very softly, Kurama asked, “Would it help if I went down on you?”

Yusuke pulled back enough to look at Kurama and blinked in confusion, “What?”

Kurama couldn’t keep the surprise off his face, “Go down on you. Suck you off. Give you release by having your dick in my mouth.”

“You’d want to?” Yusuke asked in surprise, confusion beginning to give way to anticipation.

“Very much, yes. But, only if you want me to.”

“Is it good?”

Kurama blinked in surprise at this question, “Yes, very good. Haven’t you…?” Yusuke shook his head and Kurama continued, “Then maybe it’s something we can do to work into more as your ready.”

Yusuke laughed, “You really want my…dick in your mouth?”

“Yes,” the answer was a growl of need. The redhead took a deep breath, “But, tell me if you need me to stop, understand?”

Yusuke nodded, “Will you do something for me, though?”

“Anything, Yusuke.”

The brunet swallowed visibly, “Will you just get to it, y’know? My nerve…it’s kinda on edge, y’know.”

Kurama met his eyes solemnly, “Anything you wish, Yusuke.” He kissed the brunet and pulled the both down before carefully rolling them over. He pulled back to look at Yusuke and kissed him again, “You’re sure you’ll tell me to stop if you need it.”

“Yes, but, please, just get to it.”

Kurama kissed Yusuke once more before sliding down his body, letting his hair trail, only his hair touching Yusuke’s body until he reached the brunet’s waist band. Watching Yusuke’s face, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Yusuke lifted his hips without prompting, a confused mix of fear and desire on his face as he closed his eyes. “You’re sure?” Kurama asked softly.

“Do it, Kurama, please.” He remained bowed off the bed. Kurama pulled on the pants, sliding them off Yusuke’s hips without touching his skin. He got the fabric to midthigh when Yusuke let his hips fall back to the bed.

Kurama looked into Yusuke’s eyes, “I love you.” He then traced the path his hair had taken over Yusuke’s body with his eyes. His eyes reached Yusuke’s navel and he flicked them back up to Yusuke’s face. He almost asked if Yusuke was sure again, but the words died on his lips when he saw the look on Yusuke’s face. Want, need, fear, desire, panic warred for dominance and he couldn’t bring himself to add to that battle. He whispered again, “I love you,” and bent to kiss Yusuke’s shaft.

A startled noise escaped Yusuke’s throat and his body tensed. Very slowly, Kurama kissed every bit of the underside of Yusuke’s erection with just his lips. He pulled back a little to admire the flesh and ran his tongue up from base to just below the head. He heard Yusuke give a shuddering gasp and he tipped his head just enough to see brown eyes watching him. He smiled and kissed just below the flared head, watching pleasure flicker through the anxiety in those eyes. Then, he determined he would give Yusuke the best blow job he’d ever given, for no other reason than he loved Yusuke and that was reason enough.

He moved down to enough to lick Yusuke’s balls, gently tugging the skin with his lips between passes with his tongue. A small groan encouraged him to take one of the treasures into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and humming around it. He felt a smile tug at his lips when Yusuke rolled his hips enough to make his exploration easier. He slowly let the sack out of his mouth, sucking as he pulled back, drawing another groan. He glanced up and saw Yusuke had flung his arm over his eyes, his lips parted. He turned his attention back to the neglected side and repeated his ministrations, drawing more groans from his love. Again, he pulled back while sucking, looking up to see Yusuke watching him again. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over the saliva dampened skin and he watched Yusuke’s skin prickle as the brunet shivered.

Kurama tipped his head to the side and covered his teeth with his lips as he took the base of Yusuke’s erection between them. He nipped gently at the skin before sliding further on, taking about half of it into his mouth, tracing swirling patterns with his tongue while he gently chewed on the throbbing flesh. He felt Yusuke writhe and moved easily with the motion, slowly making his way up Yusuke’s shaft. When he reached just under the head, he released the flesh and moved back down, running his tongue up in a straight line slowly, pressing firmly until he reached just below the head again. He swirled his tongue around just under the flared flesh and then licked the head slowly, first around one side, following the flared boundary, then the other. Yusuke groaned aloud, his hips again rolling into Kurama’s touch.

Looking up at Yusuke as well as he could, he saw the brown eyes still watching him. He held eye contact while he used a finger to lift Yusuke’s shaft away from his body. Very slowly, he ran his tongue along the center of the head, licking over the dripping slit. At the taste of his lover, his eyes drifted closed and he saw Yusuke beginning to arch back. A cry of pleasure reached his ears and he took the head of Yusuke’s erection into his mouth, his tongue working over it, trying to draw as much of the brunet’s flavor out as he could.

Yusuke’s hands came to his hair and he caressed the back of one hand with his free hand, still supporting Yusuke’s flesh with his fingers. Agonizingly slowly, he slid down Yusuke’s shaft, his tongue seeking to taste as much as it could, touch as much as possible. Yusuke began to whine in pleasure, his hips lifting, trying to move the redhead faster down his shaft, but Kurama moved to compensate, remaining in control and slowly moving to engulf Yusuke’s erection in his mouth. His lips reached his finger and he used both hands to caress Yusuke’s arms as the brunet continued to hold his head, his fingers tangled in the red strands.

After a long slow descent, Kurama’s lips reached the base of Yusuke’s shaft and he swallowed around the flesh in his mouth and down his throat. Yusuke screamed, his hands tightening convulsively and pulling at Kurama’s hair. He felt the brunet’s shaft begin to pulse in his mouth and he relaxed his throat and let Yusuke fill it, swallowing just enough to take his lover’s release into his body. Yusuke’s body remained drawn tight a long moment before he fell limply to the bed, his hands falling out of Kurama’s hair.

Yusuke’s body quivered under his as he slowly moved to lie next to the brunet. He watched, head propped on his hand, as the brunet slowly recovered. Brown eyes, lazy with pleasure, turned to meet his. “I liked that,” Yusuke whispered hoarsely.

Kurama caressed Yusuke’s cheek, “I’m so glad, Yusuke.”

“Hold me?” the brunet asked softly.

Kurama moved to his back and pulled Yusuke onto his chest, careful to keep the brunet away from his arousal. He knew Yusuke wasn’t ready to do anything with him and he didn’t want the brunet feeling guilty about it. Yusuke nuzzled into his chest and dozed while Kurama held him and caressed his arm and back. As Yusuke rested, Kurama gently explored his ki, smiling softly when he saw the shadow was smaller. His arms tightened around Yusuke and he slowed his breathing, willing his body to calm.

Yusuke pushed away from Kurama’s chest after a long time. The redhead opened eyes he hadn’t realized had closed to look into unguarded brown eyes. “Why don’t you go get a shower and I’ll make us a light breakfast,” Yusuke murmured, caressing Kurama’s cheek. “You can think of me while you’re in there.” Kurama was intrigued by the blush that accompanied those words as well as the words themselves. Before he could say anything, though, Yusuke continued, “I could feel you thinking, how I’m not ready to actually help you. You’re right, but I don’t see why you can’t think of me while you take care of yourself and there’s no reason you can’t do that, right?”

Kurama laughed, “There are times the depth of your insight astounds me, Yusuke. I love you.”

The brunet grinned, knowing the words were meant to be praise, “Go on.” He kissed the redhead and slid off the bed, pulling his pants back up around his hips as he walked out of the room, though, it took him until he was out of the door to actually get them up past his ass. Kurama’s eyes followed Yusuke’s progress out the room and knew the difficulty was for his benefit.

Kurama closed his eyes, his mind lingering on the sight of Yusuke’s ass. His body reawakened, demanding attention. He decided he’d rather stay where he was, where Yusuke’s scent still lingered, where the warmth of his body was. With a groan, he buried his nose in Yusuke’s pillow, breathing in the scent he knew so well. He pulled his pants down, kicking them off as the smell of sweat, Yusuke’s sweat from his own release mingled with the brunet’s image in his mind. His hand wrapped around his renewed erection and a groan escaped his throat, joined by others as he stroked himself firmly, quickly. He brought himself quickly to the edge of passion and with the brunet’s name on his lips, pushed himself over, his hips arching away from the bed, his body drawn tight, quivering as he thrust into his hand. With a shuddering gasp, he fell back to the bed, his head turning lazily to the door where he saw brown eyes wide in appreciation watching him. His voice thick, “Enjoy the show?”

Yusuke swallowed hard and nodded, “Yeah. I just came up to get my shirt. Don’t wanna cook without it.” His eyes lingered on the release on Kurama’s abdomen, as he unconsciously licked his lips.

Kurama slid his hand away from his spent shaft, trailing it along the side of his body, “You can taste it, if you want.”

In a trance, Yusuke crossed the room, his eyes never leaving Kurama’s abdomen. His tongue trailed his lips again as he knelt next to the alter of the bed. Reverently, he bent over the sacrifice laid before him. Tenderly, Yusuke’s tongue bathed Kurama’s abdomen, cleaning him and then continuing to taste, to sample his love’s skin. Awe in his eyes, he turned to look at Kurama, “It’s good.” He moved up and claimed the redhead’s lips gently. “Thinking about me really…it really was that good?”

Kurama caressed his cheek, “Yes, Yusuke, so very good. You know that, you can feel how much I want to be with you. But, I know you’re still afraid, too afraid, so I can wait.”

Yusuke sat back on his heels, “I thought kitsune had to have sex?”

Kurama rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, “Have to? No. Enjoy it very much and try to convince others to join us, yes. Kitsune are sensual, craving the physical pleasure, more than sexual, craving the release. There were times, as Youko, that I just couldn’t find a partner that really appealed to me and so I went without sex. I am adept at taking care of my own needs, Yusuke. When you’re ready, I will show you what sex can be, how it can feel, but, until then, I can take care of myself.”

“What sex can be?” Yusuke repeated, his voice soft. “Like that blow job you just gave me? And then…and then holding me?” Kurama felt that Yusuke couldn’t decide which he’d enjoyed more.

“Yes, just like that, and more. I love making you feel good, Yusuke. I love holding you, I love giving you pleasure. And, you can enjoy them both. You don’t have to feel badly about enjoying being held.”

Yusuke grinned, “It’s amazing, I keep forgetting that you can know everything about me, but I also know about you. I can feel your emotions, how you feel, as you talk.”

Kurama bent in to kiss Yusuke again, bringing their lips together very softly, slowly exploring the brunet’s mouth, brushing along its surface. Yusuke’s hand gently came to his cheek, lightly resting, the barest of contacts. They pulled away from each other breathlessly, staring into each other’s eyes a long time before they both whispered on the same breath, “I love you.”

A joint complaint from both their stomachs caused them to laugh. Kurama fell onto his back, his eyes catching the clock as he did. “Oh, my. It’s that late?”

Yusuke glanced at the timepiece and did a double take. “Shit! We have to be ready to go in less than an hour!”

“We have time, Yusuke, it’s okay. I’ll take a shower first and when I’m drying my hair, you can get your shower. We don’t need to eat since we’re going out to lunch.” He pushed himself off the bed and began sorting though his closet, picking out something decent to wear.

“All I have is my uniform, Kurama.”

As he said these words, the redhead pulled out a hanger with a pair of pants and a shirt on it with a note that had Yusuke’s name on it, “Apparently, we slept very deeply.”

“Or you made a better choice for a mother than you realized at the time,” Yusuke murmured as he took the hanger from Kurama.

“I already have found that part out, I just didn’t realize how good a choice I made,” Kurama laughed ruefully as he pulled his own clothes out of the closet. A warm hand caressing his ass made him groan. He turned over his shoulder to see Yusuke following his hand with his eyes. He caught the brunet’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing its palm, “As much as I am truly enjoying that, we don’t have time, my love.”

“Later?”

“I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I expect you to hold other things to me, as well,” Kurama teased enjoying the color that touched Yusuke’s cheeks. He kissed one of those flushed cheeks and quickly made his way into the bathroom before his desire would make them late.

By the time Hatanaka and Shiori arrived in his car, they were sitting innocently on the stoop, clean and dressed, ready for lunch.