Even the Best-Laid Plans...
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Even the Best-Laid Plans...
Carefully setting down his bag from the market, Kuwabara wipes the sweat from his brow with one bare forearm before knocking on the door to Kurama's small apartment. For the past few months, the fox-demon has been helping Kuwabara with some of his more challenging classes, and the abnormally hot day has offered Kuwabara the opportunity to convey his gratitude - by showing up with a cold pack of Kurama's favorite drinks.
Kuwabara hears the lock slide back, and then Kurama's voice comes from what seems like unusually far away.
"Come in; it's open!"
His body is so fully expecting the blessed relief of central air conditioning that it takes quite some time before it registers that the interior of the apartment is just as uncomfortably hot as the exterior. Kuwabara is so distracted by the realization that he nearly misses the small vine retracting slowly into the pot by the door.
"Kurama?" he poses to his general surroundings, as the fox-demon is nowhere to be seen, "Why is it so hot in here?"
"The air conditioning's broken," drifts the answer from somewhere off to the right. Absently locking the door behind him, Kuwabara tracks the sound.
"Well, do you want to come hang out at my place?" he suggests as he moves into Kurama's living room. "It's bound to be a lot cooler - "
The words die in his throat when he catches sight of the fox-demon. Kurama is clad only in a tiny pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. He's sprawled on the couch, legs tantalizingly spread, as though he's simply collapsed there - which, Kuwabara realizes, he probably has.
"Hmm?" the fox-demon responds, eyes opening lazily, and Kuwabara can't even remember what it is he's asked. Kurama's green eyes are dark, much darker than usual, and Kuwabara can't figure out why that's so distracting. "Thank you, Kuwabara, but I'm not even sure I have the energy to move."
He trails one long-fingered hand down his bare chest, leaving rivulets of water in its wake as he moans softly in appreciation. Kuwabara doesn't quite understand what's going on - though his teenaged libido is quite happy to make more than a few suggestions - until he catches sight of the bowl of melting ice next to the couch. As he watches, Kurama dips into it for yet another ice cube to run sensually along his skin.
Before he realizes what he's going to do, Kuwabara's moving. In the time it takes for Kurama to give one blink of his lust-darkened - or are they simply sleep-darkened? Does it really matter? - eyes, Kuwabara drops to his knees, reaching for the fox-demon. And suddenly, they're on the floor - Kurama's ripping at Kuwabara's clothes, and those damned shorts have disappeared from the fox-demon's thin hips with a satisfying tearing sound. It feels like Kurama's radiating too much heat to be healthy, but Kuwabara can't bring himself to care. In fact, he feels pretty overheated, himself.
Kurama shoves, and Kuwabara falls back into the puddle formed by the upset bowl of ice as Kurama trails a line of scathing kisses down his chest. He has a brief moment to consider how awkward this situation really is before his thought process disappears in a haze of bliss when Kurama seals his mouth around Kuwabara's aching cock.
The fox-demon's making soft little noises, but a particularly heartfelt moan - which Kuwabara feels more than hears as the sound vibrates along his skin - finally manages to pierce the fog. A glance down the length of his body gifts him with the incredible sight of Kurama - legendary thief of hearts, human and demon alike - kneeling between his spread thighs, eyes closed as he bobs his head along Kuwabara's erection, fingers of one hand slipping in and out of his own body.
With a desperate groan, Kuwabara surges upward, grabbing Kurama and throwing him onto his back. He eases himself into Kurama's body, groaning as the fox-demon arches against him, slim legs wrapping around his waist. Thrusting eagerly against the older boy, he slides one hand between their bodies to stroke Kurama in time with the frantic rhythm.
It's not long before Kurama cries out beneath him, cock pulsing in Kuwabara's hand, and Kuwabara follows quickly, gathering the fox-demon into his arms as he shudders to completion. Spent, he collapses backwards, cradling Kurama to his chest.
He can feel Kurama nuzzling his neck, but it's the gust of cold air against his skin that ultimately makes him stir. Blinking sleepily, he eyes the fox-demon, who only grins and gives his chest a playful nip.
"Thought you said the air conditioning was broken," Kuwabara rasps, carefully threading the fingers of one hand through long, red locks. Kurama only chuckles against his skin.
"I lied."
Kuwabara hears the lock slide back, and then Kurama's voice comes from what seems like unusually far away.
"Come in; it's open!"
His body is so fully expecting the blessed relief of central air conditioning that it takes quite some time before it registers that the interior of the apartment is just as uncomfortably hot as the exterior. Kuwabara is so distracted by the realization that he nearly misses the small vine retracting slowly into the pot by the door.
"Kurama?" he poses to his general surroundings, as the fox-demon is nowhere to be seen, "Why is it so hot in here?"
"The air conditioning's broken," drifts the answer from somewhere off to the right. Absently locking the door behind him, Kuwabara tracks the sound.
"Well, do you want to come hang out at my place?" he suggests as he moves into Kurama's living room. "It's bound to be a lot cooler - "
The words die in his throat when he catches sight of the fox-demon. Kurama is clad only in a tiny pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. He's sprawled on the couch, legs tantalizingly spread, as though he's simply collapsed there - which, Kuwabara realizes, he probably has.
"Hmm?" the fox-demon responds, eyes opening lazily, and Kuwabara can't even remember what it is he's asked. Kurama's green eyes are dark, much darker than usual, and Kuwabara can't figure out why that's so distracting. "Thank you, Kuwabara, but I'm not even sure I have the energy to move."
He trails one long-fingered hand down his bare chest, leaving rivulets of water in its wake as he moans softly in appreciation. Kuwabara doesn't quite understand what's going on - though his teenaged libido is quite happy to make more than a few suggestions - until he catches sight of the bowl of melting ice next to the couch. As he watches, Kurama dips into it for yet another ice cube to run sensually along his skin.
Before he realizes what he's going to do, Kuwabara's moving. In the time it takes for Kurama to give one blink of his lust-darkened - or are they simply sleep-darkened? Does it really matter? - eyes, Kuwabara drops to his knees, reaching for the fox-demon. And suddenly, they're on the floor - Kurama's ripping at Kuwabara's clothes, and those damned shorts have disappeared from the fox-demon's thin hips with a satisfying tearing sound. It feels like Kurama's radiating too much heat to be healthy, but Kuwabara can't bring himself to care. In fact, he feels pretty overheated, himself.
Kurama shoves, and Kuwabara falls back into the puddle formed by the upset bowl of ice as Kurama trails a line of scathing kisses down his chest. He has a brief moment to consider how awkward this situation really is before his thought process disappears in a haze of bliss when Kurama seals his mouth around Kuwabara's aching cock.
The fox-demon's making soft little noises, but a particularly heartfelt moan - which Kuwabara feels more than hears as the sound vibrates along his skin - finally manages to pierce the fog. A glance down the length of his body gifts him with the incredible sight of Kurama - legendary thief of hearts, human and demon alike - kneeling between his spread thighs, eyes closed as he bobs his head along Kuwabara's erection, fingers of one hand slipping in and out of his own body.
With a desperate groan, Kuwabara surges upward, grabbing Kurama and throwing him onto his back. He eases himself into Kurama's body, groaning as the fox-demon arches against him, slim legs wrapping around his waist. Thrusting eagerly against the older boy, he slides one hand between their bodies to stroke Kurama in time with the frantic rhythm.
It's not long before Kurama cries out beneath him, cock pulsing in Kuwabara's hand, and Kuwabara follows quickly, gathering the fox-demon into his arms as he shudders to completion. Spent, he collapses backwards, cradling Kurama to his chest.
He can feel Kurama nuzzling his neck, but it's the gust of cold air against his skin that ultimately makes him stir. Blinking sleepily, he eyes the fox-demon, who only grins and gives his chest a playful nip.
"Thought you said the air conditioning was broken," Kuwabara rasps, carefully threading the fingers of one hand through long, red locks. Kurama only chuckles against his skin.
"I lied."