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Leorio: A Fictional Narrative

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His face warm, Kurapika carefully peeled Leorio’s shirt off his arms, letting it join his tie on the floor — and then, unable help himself, Kurapika began caressing Leorio’s bare skin, reverently running his hands up and down his biceps.

“...why do you hide all this under a suit?” Kurapika muttered, more to himself to than Leorio, but Leorio heard him anyway and grinned, flexing his arms.

Kurapika couldn’t deny it, the sight made his heart stop for a few seconds.

“Heh, I would have walked around shirtless a lot more often if I’d known you liked it,” Leorio said, his voice pitched low, but Kurapika didn’t bother acknowledging him, hell, he barely even heard him. He surged simply forward, needing to touch Leorio, needing to kiss him, desire fueling his arousal. Without a handy tie to grab onto so he could pull Leorio down to his lips, Kurapika ended up kissing Leorio’s pecs, but he was okay with that. Kurapika caressed Leorio’s back as he worked his way across the plane of his chest, loving the way Leorio gasped and shuddered in his arms, hissing Kurapika’s name.

Leorio reached down to unbuckle his trousers, fumbling, but Kurapika slapped his hands away before Leorio could yank them down, tsking softly.

“Let me do that,” he said, flashing Leorio a stern glance, somewhat tempered by the affection …show more content…

Leorio was wearing a pair of tight boxer-briefs that hugged his shapely ass and strong thighs in all the right ways, the bright green cotton adorned with a repeating pattern of smiley-faces. Kurapika snorted in amusement, then hooked his thumbs into Leorio’s briefs, slowly pulling them down, encouraged by Leorio’s moans. His mouth was dry with a combination of anticipation-nervousness-excitement; the hard flesh inside bent with the motion of his hands, curving, till it popped out with a bounce. Leorio’s underwear slid down his legs to puddle at his

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