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Romance	By : Mikastarlight Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kurama/Kuwabara Views: 2907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Romance. Kitsune love romance and Kurama happened to know a human who was spectacular at it. Candle-lit dinners, serenades (which Kurama appreciated in spite of his boyfriend’s ear-splitting lack of singing talent), moonlight walks in the ocean surf; Kuwabara Kazuma was without a doubt the most romantic man Kurama had ever slept with. It had been a lark; an impulsive decision that drove Kurama to pursue Kuwabara. Imagine his surprise when offering physical intimacy to Kuwabara had ended with them going on a real date, dinner and a movie complete with a kiss on Kurama’s doorstep after Kuwabara walked him home.

For the first time in Kurama’s life, he decided not to sleep with Kuwabara right then. Kuwabara was different than any other person he’d taken to bed. Not the type who would have sex on a first date, not the tease, not the playing-pretend; Kuwabara was an honest to goodness hopeless romantic. Prior to Kurama’s first date with Kuwabara, he’d found the whole business of love and romance entirely unnecessary. However, as Kuwabara lavished Kurama with gifts (nothing terribly expensive due to the budget constraints of being a college student but always something thoughtful), sweet words, wonderfully comfortable dates, Kurama began to realize that what had started out as simple curiosity about how Kuwabara would be in bed had become the first real relationship he’d ever had.

Set aside how much he suddenly enjoyed how Kuwabara looked at with such devotion and admiration. After three months of these dates, Kurama had yet to sleep with Kuwabara. When he realized this, he was stunned. He’d never waited. That wasn’t his style. There could really be only one explanation.

Kurama was completely in love with Kuwabara.

The change in Kurama was so sudden and obvious that had it not been such a pleasant one, Kuwabara might have worried. He spoke to Kurama every day. The kitsune would call his boyfriend at night to discuss things of no importance, delighted when Kuwabara would hang on his every word. They would often fall asleep listening to each other’s voices, only to wake up to the other saying “good morning.”

Kurama was more physically affectionate as well. His kisses were longer, deeper, more passionate He would hold Kuwabara seconds longer when they embraced. He’d touch Kuwabara casually, a squeeze of the shoulder when he walked by, a brief holding of the younger man’s fingers when they walked together.

It was difficult to ignore how easily Kurama seemed to get turned on now but Kuwabara was a gentleman and never mentioned Kurama’s clear, physical desire for the younger man. But it was clear and it made Kuwabara feel amazing. He got this reaction out of Kurama; a man once given the title “stealer of jewels and hearts.” Kurama whose legends of thievery were second only to legends of how fantastic he was in the sack; Kurama, who could have anyone he wanted. And he was getting a hard-on over kissing Kuwabara Kazuma.

It wasn’t long before Kuwabara was head-over-heels completely, madly in love with Kurama and that day on the couch would forever be etched in Kuwabara’s memory. The way Kurama’s lips tasted (salty sweet with a hint of the mulberry tea he’d just been drinking) how his skin felt beneath Kuwabara’s fingers (firm muscles flexed tight under silky, soft skin) the soft noises of delight Kurama made right into Kuwabara’s mouth –Kuwabara would ever forget any of it. Most importantly, he would never forget that it was the first time anyone had told him they loved him.

“I love you—“ it slipped from Kurama’s tongue before the kitsune could stifle it. His body was already aroused and screaming at him to fuck Kuwabara now and he couldn’t find the nerve to look up into his dearest’s eyes to see Kuwabara’s reaction.

Which is kind of a shame because it was absolutely wonderful; a soft blush blazing across the bridge of Kuwabara’s nose, a bright smile, eyes filled with tears and completely touched; that was what Kurama was nervous about seeing. “I love you, too.”

Kurama hadn’t been expecting a positive response. He didn’t honestly feel that he deserved one out of such a wonderful person. A kind, romantic, sweet and gentle man who would protect Kurama from anything regardless of whether or not it would be far more advantageous to simply allow Kurama to protect him. Kuwabara was a man of honor and having a man of such extreme valor and strength lavish Kurama with affection, hearing that Kuwabara loved him too, filled Kurama’s heart with a joy he was not used to feeling.

He kissed Kuwabara then, slow and tender. He paid no heed to the way Kuwabara was sliding his fingertips up the kitsune’s shirt, his abs twitching beneath Kuwabara’s familiar touch in an unfamiliar place. He was on his back, head resting against the armrest while Kuwabara smiled down at him, kissing Kurama’s forehead, his cheek bones, each of his closed eyes, his nose, his lips and chin… Kurama felt like he could simply melt into the couch. “Kuwabara-kun?” Kurama caressed Kuwabara’s face. “You have made me endlessly happy with those words. I want you to make love to me.”

Well, Kuwabara was completely caught off guard by that. From what he’d heard, Kurama was a man who fucked, a man who had sex not one who made love. But to his knowledge, Kurama had also never loved someone before.

Not only that, but Kurama wanted Kuwabara to make love to him. Not the other way around.

Kuwabara couldn’t help but feel lucky as he was allowed to carry Kurama, bridal-style, to the kitsune’s bedroom and lay him gently on the bed. His lips found Kurama’s an instant later, laying in the cool sheets with the stars the only witness to their passion. “Kuwabara-kun…” After several moments of slow, teasing kissing, Kurama was no longer satisfied with just Kuwabara’s hands roaming his body. He wanted to feel what he knew were rock-hard abs pressing against his own slender stomach. He wanted to know the heat of Kuwabara’s skin by memory, to map the many scars Kuwabara had sustained from a life hard lived. He hadn’t quite expected Kuwabara to flush when he pulled the other man’s shirt over his head. It was simply adorable.

“Did you want somethin’?” Kuwabara asked, smiling softly. He’d give this man his bones, organs, his blood and soul.

“Ah…” Kurama had forgotten he’d muttered Kuwabara’s name, however softly. “You do know what to do, yes?”

Kuwabara chuckled. “Yeah. Know what I’m doin’.” He kissed Kurama gently, like he was something fragile and that had Kurama’s passion igniting far faster than being slapped around, fucked roughly against uncomfortable surfaces. “I meant; do you want me to do something specific?” Kuwabara leaned back over Kurama, kissing the kitsune’s neck and was delighted when Kurama arched into him, whining.

“Do what you want with me.” Kurama threaded his fingers in Kuwabara’s hair, breath becoming ragged. “I don’t care what it is as long as it is you, my love.”

Kurama could feel the grin on Kuwabara’s lips through the kisses he trailed gently from his lover’s neck to his navel and back again. Kuwabara took the words “make love to me” very seriously. And that was what Kurama had been counting on.

A breathless whisper of a moan escaped Kurama’s lips when Kuwabara carefully helped the kitsune out of his terribly tight slacks and briefs before stripping down for Kurama to watch. Kuwabara knelt between the kitsune’s legs, lifting one slender ankle to his shoulder to lavish it with kisses all the way to one milky thigh. Kurama was wonderfully surprised when Kuwabara reached for the jacket he’d discarded beside the bed and pulled out a tube of lubricant from an inner pocket. “It’s almost as though you knew,” Kurama commented, eyebrow raised.

“Nah,” Kuwabara responded. “Just gotta be ready in case. I got condoms too if you—“

“No.”

“Ah.” Kuwabara smirked before continuing his slow, loving foreplay. He just about kissed every inch of Kurama’s body, the kitsune writhing with desire by the time the other man finally paid attention to his cock. By then, the slow whirl of Kuwabara’s tongue over the head of Kurama’s dick left the kitsune shivering and keening. “K-Kuwabara-kun…”

Kuwabara smirked, slicking his fingers with a considerable amount of lubricant before slowly massaging Kurama’s ass, relaxing him so that it wouldn’t hurt when he slid a single digit inside of his lover. It was fairly obvious from how Kurama reacted that Kuwabara was doing this right. Kuwabara used his free hand to massage the kitsune’s stomach, recalling the way his lover had moaned particularly loud when he’d kissed him there. Indeed, Kurama arched into Kuwabara’s touch, bumping the younger man’s chin with his cock. Kuwabara chuckled softly before taking the head of the kitsune’s arousal in his mouth as he continued his loving prep.

“Kuwabara-kun…” Another breathy moan escaped Kurama’s lips and he curled his fingers in his lover’s hair. Kuwabara smirked, taking his lover inch by inch into the hot cavern of his mouth. Kurama all but wailed when Kuwabara sucked hard, his finger brushing against his prostate. “Pl-please, Kazuma—“

Kuwabara withdrew his mouth, smiling gently down at Kurama. “Please what?”

Kurama couldn’t even get another word out, his hips bucked into the air at the sudden loss of Kuwabara’s delightfully talented mouth. It was easy enough to understand that and Kuwabara carefully withdrew his fingers from his writhing lover. “Kurama…” Kuwabara paused for a moment. “C-can I?” Ever the gentleman; he had to ask, even if his own erection was aching, his body burning with the desire to be inside of the gorgeous kitsune beneath him.
“Y-yes--!”

Kuwabara paused only briefly to lean over Kurama and give him a slow, sensuous kiss before he thrust into his lover. The agonized cry Kurama let out at the feeling of Kuwabara, hard and hot, pressing inside of him, startled Kuwabara terribly. He almost withdrew but Kurama wrapped long, slender legs around Kuwabara’s waist and pulled the larger man deeper. “It’s fine,” Kurama murmured. “Marvelous.”

Kuwabara’s mouth went dry at the very sight of Kurama. “God… you’re… you’re beautiful.” A strange thing to say to a man but it was true. Kuwabara was reasonably certain he’d never seen a more lovely sight. Kurama’s vibrant red hair askew, a strand sticking to Kurama’s lips as he panted; breath hot and ragged. As Kuwabara moved, he admired the way Kurama’s muscles tensed and contracted, the way his fists would clutch at the sheets before Kuwabara took one of Kurama’s hands in his own. Kurama was spectacularly beautiful, the way he arched and moved with every single thrust. How a bright flush colored his cheeks the moment Kuwabara curled a large, calloused hand around his too long neglected cock.

“Mmm! K-Kazuma--!”

Even his voice was beautiful, those near screams; that higher pitch when he was pleading wordlessly. Kuwabara quickened his pace, hips snapping forward with his thrusts as he tugged and pumped Kurama’s cock. Kurama was left to writhe hopelessly, unable to so much as clutch at the other man. He could only hold onto Kuwabara’s hand, the only thing anchoring him to the earth when he came with an ear-shattering scream.

Kuwabara pulled out just before he found his own release, his semen splashing against Kurama’s chest and mingling with Kurama’s own. Even shaking from exertion and dizziness, Kuwabara still took the time to kiss Kurama’s lips before lying beside his lover to pull him into a snuggle. “You are wrong, Kuwabara-kun.” Kurama muttered against Kuwabara’s chest. “It is you who is beautiful.”
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