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Ignore this post. My friend just wanted to read a fic I wrote and couldn't use Google Docs for whatever reason.
Here you go Leafy dear <3
"Bakura, can you come in here for a sec?" The voice of his friend called to him from the bedroom, and Bakura simply blinked before shrugging to himself and abandoning what he was doing to walk into the bedroom.
"What is i-?" He stopped dead in his tracks with his jaw slack when he spotted Kura as he walked through the door. He was at a complete loss for words.
The pale witch before him knew it too, judging by the smirk adorning his face. He was clad in a rather revealing and sexy outfit, not unlike the ones the white hare had seen him wear at his job, but somehow it made him look even more gorgeous. What would've looked amazing on a woman looked absolutely stunning on him. And he was well aware he was staring.
Kura chuckled, striding over to him, oozing confidence with every step, but only showed it in his smirk. Anyone else in that situation would've expected him to hold some sort of whip, or a riding crop, but the March Hare knew his friend, who knew him in return. He wouldn't need either of those to drive him wild.
"Y'know, you've been a pretty bad hare lately, Bakura." Kura purred in his ear, and the furry appendage twitched, having not realised he was that close. "I tell you time and time again not to go to those bars, not to fight. But you never listen." A clawed hand traced the edge of his ear, making it twitch more as Kura slowly circled him, then gently grabbed his hands and urged him further into the room.
Bakura really couldn't stop staring as he was moved. He knew his friend was attractive, and downright sexy most of the time, but it was seeing him like this that made the young hare's heart pound in his chest and saliva pool in his mouth simply by gazing at him. He was rendered utterly speechless.
Kura chuckled, knowing the effect he was having on the younger male. He gently lifted up his chin with one clawed finger, still smirking at him. "But maybe if you prove you can be a good boy... I'll be nice to you." He told him, and felt rather than heard the boy swallow the extra spittle that had gathered in his mouth. The witch chuckled again, tracing the hare's jawline with his claw. "Can you be a good boy for me, Bakura?"
The March Hare nodded shakily, still slightly in shock over what he was seeing. No one ever failed to fluster him as much as Kura did. The pale monster smirked at him again, pulling away from him slightly, tilting his head and staring up at him with an almost sweet and innocent expression. But the white hare knew he was anything but that.
Kura gently dragged his sharp claw down the other's neck, right along the jugular vein, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw one of Bakura's long ears twitch again; a sure sign of his heightening arousal. Tilting his head the other way, he traced his barely exposed collarbones before dragging his claw down the middle of the young hare's shirt, tearing it apart to reveal his chest. Kura smiled deviously, stepping closer to him again, softly stroking the claws of both hands down his ribs to his hips, feeling Bakura twitch.
"You know what I can do to you, don't you?" The witch whispered seductively, and he smirked when the pale boy before him nodded, swallowing. "How badly do you want it?" Long claws lightly dug into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood and making Bakura gasp.
The hare was having a hard time talking. The shock of the situation hadn't quite worn off, and what Kura was doing to him was making his mind reel and his head spin. He swallowed again, breathing a little heavy and trying to find the words to say. But once again he was speechless, unable to make any noise besides small gasps and tiny moans. One of which he let out as he felt those claws gently drag up his sides, drawing blood again.
"I want to hear it, Bakura." Kura murmured to him, leaning up to nibble on one of his long ears. The claws traced up his chest, dragging the torn shirt with them, eventually going over his shoulders and pulling it off, tossing the shredded material to the floor.
Bakura's eyes were half-lidded as he stared at him. "...I want you, Kura." He found himself saying breathlessly, subconsciously tilting his head closer to his.
The white-haired witch shook his head, smirking and sliding his hands over his chest, subtly tweaking his nipples before moving down to the waistband of his jeans. "I want to hear you beg for it." He told him, tracing the band of his jeans around to the back, where he tilted his head innocently and softly grabbed the furry nub protruding out of the back of his pants.
Moaning softly, the March Hare bit his lip, twitching ever so slightly. His tail was very sensitive, and Kura knew it. The soft rubbing and groping of the little nub sent shivers up his spine, making him whine ever-so slightly. The hands then slowly moved back over his hips, having brought out the reaction they were desiring.
"Come on, Bakura." Kura said huskily to him. "Beg me for it. Get on your knees and show me how much you want me to fuck you."
Bakura whined louder, the sound tapering off into a moan as a clawed hand ghosted across the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Kura chuckled, toying with the button on his waistband.
"Beg me." He repeated, punctuating it with a slow and sensual lick up his jawline. "Show me how much you want it."
Swallowing again, the white hare slowly knelt down before him, looking up at him submissively. Kura smirked down at him, stroking one of his ears, one hand on his hip and looking almost smug.
"Please, Kura." Bakura said breathlessly, his voice just on the edge of a whine. "Please."
Kura tilted his head, leaning down a little more to scratch the base of his ear, where it met the boy's skull, causing the hare to purr slightly and lean into his hand. The witch smirked again. "How badly do you want me?" He asked.
"So bad." Bakura admitted, moaning very softly. "Please, Kura."
The older male chuckled, stepping back from him and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, beckoning him to crawl closer with a crooked finger. The March Hare did so without question, groaning to himself as his jeans rubbed against his almost painful erection. He knelt in front of him, breathing quite heavily, tail flicking behind him and one ear twitching.
Smiling slightly, Kura lent forwards to stroke the twitching ear, softly scratching it and making the younger boy tilt his head into his hand and purr in the back of his throat. He left go, tugging it slightly as he lent back on his hands. He shuffled slightly further onto the bed, and waved a heeled foot in front of Bakura's face.
"Pull my toes." The witch said. It was more of a demand than a request, and the pale hare looked between the foot and his face in slight confusion. "You're not getting anything until you pull my toes." He smirked.
Bakura looked at his foot again, hesitating only for a moment before unbuckling the shoe and slipping it off. He tentatively started playing with the delicate looking toes, tugging on them gently, eyes flicking up to check the reactions of his friend.
Kura sighed in content, wriggling his toes only slightly. The hare took that as an encouragement and tugged on them a little harder, rolling them around his fingers, leaning forwards to cautiously nibble on one. This drew out a soft moan from Kura, which he clearly tried to hold back, but Bakura's sensitive hearing picked it up. He smiled to himself, tugging on his toes harder, rubbing them gently, nipping on his big toe slightly.
Biting his lip, Kura took his foot out of his younger friend's grasp, presenting the other to him with a silent order to do the same. The hare took the hint, unbuckling his shoe and repeating the motions on this foot, tugging and rolling his toes, much to the hidden delight of the pale witch. The sensations sent a slight shiver up his spine, which intensified as Bakura once again began to nip and nibble at his toes, at the same time as pulling and tugging them gently.
Eventually Kura took that foot out of his grasp too, placing both feet on the floor and calling him closer with his finger. The hare obediently shuffled forwards, still on his knees, looking up at him and panting slightly. The white-haired monster smiled, gently running the backs of his long nails down his cheek, making the young hare lean into his touch. He felt Bakura very softly wriggle and writhe, and he assumed the poor boy's pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. He smirked a little, spreading his legs subtly, allowing his own growing hard-on to press against the material of his skirt.
One of the hare's ears twitched again, having caught sight of what Kura was doing. He swallowed, more saliva pooling in his mouth, breathing still heavy and eyes half-lidded. He looked up at Kura's face, which was adorned with the same smirk it had been the whole time. Bakura couldn't think of anything else except how beautiful and sexy Kura was, and how he was one of the lucky few who was trusted enough to see him like this.
Kura tilted his head, trying to figure out was was going through his young friends mind. He gently dragged his claws from the bottom of his neck to the hare's cheek, drawing out a soft moan as he broke the skin, creating thin trails of blood. He chuckled almost silently. Yes, he knew about Bakura's masochism. It was one of the first things he'd learned about him. He did the same to the other side of the hare's neck, digging his nails in a little harder and creating more blood trails, making him bite his lip and try to hold back a louder groan.
The witch leaned forwards, gently scratching his shoulders, lightly tracing over the claw scars that were already present. Bakura looked up at him, red eyes half-lidded still, a soft flush across his cheeks. Kura smiled at him, but it turned into a smirk soon after.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, trailing his claws down from the hare's shoulders to the crook of his elbows, and back up again, lightly cutting the skin again.
It took Bakura a moment or two for his brain to process what was being said, a lust-filled haze having descended over his mind. When his words finally registered, the white hare's breath hitched slightly, and he bit his lip again. He was hesitant to say it out loud, both in slight fear of being denied, and the tiny amount of embarrassment it caused him.
"Speak up, Bakura." Kura told him, pulling one hand back, using the other to idly play with one long and furry ear. The boy on his knees before him tilted into the touch, purring very slightly at the back of his throat. "What do you want?"
"I..." Bakura swallowed yet again, trying to calm down his breathing and ignore the problem in his pants for the time being. "I..."
Kura chuckled, smirking once more, tilting the boy's chin up with a long nail. "Yes? What is it, Bakura?"
"I..." The hare was having trouble talking, his laboured breathing showing the difficulty he had concentrating. "I want... you to... fuck... me..." He managed to say.
The pale witch leaned back on one hand, the other tracing his jawline. "What was that? I can't hear you."
"I want you to fuck me." Bakura repeated, trembling very slightly, shifting and biting his lip at the friction against his swollen cock.
"I still can't hear you, hon'." Kura smirked, ceasing to touch the boy at all, leaning back on both hands. "You're going to have to speak louder."
"I said I want you to fuck me!" The March Hare flushed, not looking up at him this time, claws digging into the floor.
The white-haired witch grinned very slightly, moving a hand to tug gently on the hare's ear. "Where are your manners?" He chided.
"P-Please, Kura." Bakura looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please. Fuck me. Please."
Kura smirked, grabbing the white hare's chin gently, forcing him to kneel up. The other boy did so without hesitation, biting his lip as once again his jeans created nearly unbearable friction. He kept looking at him, half-lidded eyes begging him to do something. The witch stroked his cheek gently, rubbing the thin lines of crusting blood he'd created before, his smirk briefly switching to an almost sweet smile before changing back, hand sliding into his white hair and yanking it sharply, bringing him closer.
Bakura yelped, but moved easily, their lips only a mere centimeter apart. He could feel Kura's light breath against his lips, and stared deep into his fierce eyes. He swallowed again, trying to calm down his own breathing, but it was coming out in shaky gasps. He gently rested his hands on the older boy's knees for support, because he felt like he was going to keel over at any moment. All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to the one part of his anatomy that was demanding attention.
"Louder." Kura ordered, tugging his white locks sharply again, but not too hard.
The March Hare gasped, hands squeezing the witch's legs, trying not to dig his own sharp claws in. "Please fuck me, Kura." He begged, his words trailing off into a moan. "Please, Kura."
Kura chuckled lowly, tilting his head and licking up the small crusty trails he'd made before, drawing out a soft moan from the other boy. "On the bed." He told him, letting go of his hair and moving out of the bed so the hare had room to climb on.
Shakily, the white hare clambered onto the bed, sitting in the middle with an obvious tent in his torn jeans. The witch chuckled once more, moving to straddle his legs, rubbing his palm over the prominent bulge, making Bakura whine and writhe underneath him, breathing becoming even more laboured. He unbuttoned them, then very slowly dragged the zip down, making sure the young hare could feel every notch as it opened.
The March Hare moaned softly, thrusting his hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction. He received a sharp slap on his thigh in response, which he yelped at, biting his lip and trying to hold back another moan. "We're going at my pace, Bakura." He was told, the tone of Kura's voice low and seductive, but commanding, as always. Bakura nodded obediently. It was all he could do.
Kura pushed the younger male to lie flat on his back, raking his claws down his chest, creating more bloody lines that the hare arched into with a low moan. He lent down, lapping at one dusty nipple briefly, causing the boy beneath him to gasp sharply, once again arching into him. Kura slapped his arm this time, a reminder of his earlier order. The March Hare whined but lay flat again, having understood the gesture.
Biting the nipple gently, the witch tugged on it with his teeth, smirking to himself at the younger male's little moans and cries. He'd learned from earlier experiences that the pale skinned hare was pretty vocal. He gave his other nipple the same treatment, this time sucking on it slightly, and he could feel Bakura hold himself back from arching into his ministrations. He was a quick learner.
Sitting up once more, Kura ran his fingers through his friend's hair affectionately, almost smiling at him. "You're such a good boy, Bakura." He told him, chuckling as the hare tilted his head into his hand. "And good boys get rewarded."
Moving off of him, the witch tugged Bakura's jeans down, eventually yanking them completely off, leaving the boy stark naked, his hard cock twitching in the cool air. He looked at his face, not surprised to see a faint blush spread across his cheeks. His chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths, and watched as Bakura raised a hand to his mouth, almost as if trying to hide his obvious blush.
Kura shook his head, smiling slightly and moving to straddle the hare's thighs again. He spread his legs enough for Bakura to get a good look at his own hardening erection tenting the leather skirt he wore. He took the chance to look the boy over while he was distracted, idly noting each scar he saw.
The witch could feel the burn scar on his leg rubbing against his own. He tilted his head slightly and gazed at the four long scars on his friend's shoulder, a souvenir of their first meeting. Many other small nicks and scratches littered the young hare's body, evidence of his life on the streets. A part of Kura, the caring and motherly side, wanted to kiss each scar to make his sweet baby feel better. The other part, the side that was winning, just wanted to fuck him into the mattress.
Smirking down at him, Kura lent over him, hand on either side of his head, forcing the younger boy to look up at him. "Now tell me again, what do you want from me?" He said, chuckling slightly as his friend's blush deepened. He couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.
"P-Please Kura, I-I want you to fuck me." Bakura panted out, eyes pleading. "Please."
Kura sat back on his legs, tilting his head in mock thought. Then he smirked again, raking his claws down the hare's chest again, watching as he tried not to arch into the pain and bite his lip instead. He idly rubbed his stomach, hearing the March Hare purr beneath him. He took his hand further down, finally wrapping his slender fingers around the boy's cock, slowly rubbing up and down.
Bakura gasped, the sound mixing with a moan that was torn from his throat. He tried so hard to keep his hips still, but couldn't help thrusting into the grasp that held him, wanting more friction, more pleasure.
He received a clawed hand digging into his thigh, and the hand on his cock stopped moving. "What did I say, Bakura?" Kura told him forcefully. He dug his claws in a little deeper, creating even more cuts that oozed blood.
"Y-Your pace." Bakura moaned, the pain turning him on even more, but he knew not to disobey his witch friend. If he didn't want a date with his own hand, at least.
"That's right. Now remember it." Kura smirked, moving his hand again, chuckling as the white hare twitched and writhed, trying not to thrust his hips upwards.
Bakura was going crazy. He breath was erratic, ears flicking and twitching as he was very slowly being pulled to the edge. Only Kura could tease him so much. He felt as if all the blood in his body was focusing on that one area, making it hard to concentrate on anything else except the hand that was giving him pleasure. But not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to thrust into that hand, or better yet, have something thrust into him.
But he knew if he begged for more, he'd only be reminded that they were going at Kura's pace. But Kura's pace was too slow for him. He was aching, precum dripping from the tip of his erection. And he'd noticed Kura wasn't even that hard yet. Then again, all the action had been on him. Kura had been doing everything for him, even if it had been ordering him.
"K-Kura." The March Hare managed to stutter out.
"Hm? What is it?" Kura looked at him, hand not slowing, tilting his head.
"I-I..." The hare wasn't sure how to phrase it, or even if Kura would let him do what he wanted. "I-I want..."
"Have you changed your mind?" Kura smirked, hand dropping away from his leaking cock.
Bakura shook his head. "I-I wanna do... something else too..." He blushed more, not looking at his friend's face.
"Oh? And what would that be?" The white-haired witch lent over him again. "Speak up."
"I-I wanna... g-go down on you." The hare flushed more, still not looking up at him.
Kura blinked, actually surprised at the white hare's request. But he smiled, chuckling slightly and sliding off of him, causing Bakura to look up at him and wonder what he was doing. Kura sat back and spread his legs, inviting the other closer. "Go on then." He told him, making Bakura sit up and crawl over.
The hare lay in front of him, moving the leather skirt aside, then hesitating as he realised he wasn't actually sure what to do. He tentatively licked up the underside of his friend's half-hard erection, smiling slightly to himself when he heard a low growl of pleasure. This let him grow bolder, showering his hardening flesh with licks and kisses, delighting in the almost-silent sounds he was drawing from the witch.
The older male had to smile slightly. Bakura was trying to so hard. His inexperience was adorable, and his love for him made him want him to get as much pleasure as he gave. Kura out another low growl as the hare finally took his erection into his mouth, sucking on the tip gently, swiping his tongue over it sloppily. He really didn't have any experience at all with this sort of thing, but it still felt good to the witch.
Taking the pleasurable growls as a good sign, Bakura sucked a little harder, bobbing his head and taking more into his mouth. A clawed hand made its way into his hair, not pushing him down, just pulling on the white locks, gripping it. The hare's ears twitched, and he slid his mouth further down, bobbing back up again and increasing the suction. He moved slowly, not because he was teasing him, but because he was unsure if he was doing it right.
Kura sensed his hesitation, and gently applied pressure to his grip on the boy's hair, guiding his head to move up and down faster, which he did with no resistance. The witch bit his lip, hips rising and thrusting into the young hare's mouth. It was rare that he got this sort of treatment, and while it was never the first thing on his mind, he wouldn't deny the offer, especially from his dear friend.
The March Hare kept sucking and licking, using what limited talents he had to bring the other pleasure. Hands ghosted over his hips, tracing faint scars from past experiences, ones he hoped to make the witch forget in situations such as this. The hand in his hair guided him, with Kura practically fucking his mouth instead of him moving his head. He increased the suction his mouth created, smirking to himself when he heard Kura make a noise between a moan and a growl.
Then suddenly Kura pulled his head away, yanking his hair hard and making Bakura yelp in shock. "Enough." Kura simply said, giving his hair another tug for good measure. The hare nodded obediently, moving to sit up, his own erection still leaking.
Kura looked down at it, and chuckled when the white hare moved to cover himself upon realising where he was staring. The pale witch scooted closer, pulling his hands away and wrapping his clawed hand around the flesh. Bakura rolled his head back, moaning and biting his lip. Kura pulled him closer, nipping and biting at his neck. The hare whined slightly, thrusting his cock into his hand to get more friction.
"K-Kura." Bakura whined, breathing becoming laboured once again. "Please. I c-can't take it anymore."
"Hm?" Kura smirked, switching between stroking his friend faster and then agonisingly slow. "What do you want?"
"I-I want you to fuck me, h-hard." The hare blushed, looking down but not ceasing his hips from thrusting into Kura's hand. "I want you now, please, Kura."
Chuckling, the witch shoved him back onto the bed hard. The pale boy bounced slightly, but Kura merely climbed on top of him, claiming his lips fiercely and passionately. The March Hare responded with just as much enthusiasm, but let Kura dominate the kiss, suckling on the other's tongue as it entered his mouth, sparring with his own and causing the white-haired males to groan simultaneously. The kiss became fiercer when Kura bit his lower lip harshly, drawing blood that filled their mouths, making them both moan loudly, although Kura's sounded closer to a growl.
When he pulled back, the hare's blood stained Kura's teeth, and a small trickle fell out of the corner of his own mouth. Kura smirked, licking it up sensually, before tapping two fingers against his lips. Bakura automatically took them into his mouth, coating the digits with saliva, catching his tongue slightly on the sharp claws, making even more blood taint his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as he suckled on them, covering them thoroughly.
"That's all you're getting." Kura told him, speaking huskily and making the younger male look up at him with half lidded eyes. The witch ground their hips softly together, creating the tiniest bit of friction, which made the March Hare groan around his fingers.
Kura pulled his fingers away, trailing his claws down the hare's already marred torso, pausing to run two claws up the underside of his cock, smirking when Bakura whined beneath him. He swiftly hooked one of the boy's legs over his shoulder, encircling his entrance with one finger, chuckling lowly as the muscles twitched and the hare moaned.
"P-Please, Kura." Bakura begged, tossing his head slightly, hair splayed out on the bedsheets.
The witch took mercy, sliding one slender finger into him straight to the knuckle, smirking again as the white hare gasped and tensed up. He gently stroked his inner walls, soothing the boy slightly while also trying to find the small bundle of nerves. He get wiggling his finger, delighting in the small pleasurable sounds Bakura was making. With his free hand, Kura stroked the other male's thigh, digging his claws in softly.
Biting his lip, Bakura tried to ignore the weird feeling of having something inside him and focus on the pleasure it was giving him. Even after all this time he still wasn't quite used to being taken. He was a virgin when he met Kura, after all. But eventually the constant wriggling of Kura's clawed finger found the spot it was looking for, and the hare arched his back, letting out a loud moan. "F-Fuck!" He cursed, biting his bleeding lip again.
Kura chuckled, sliding in a second finger now that the boy had stopped tensing. Saliva wasn't brilliant for lubrication, but it was enough for the little masochist currently writhing under him. The pale witch wriggled his fingers again, managing to bump against his prostate again, drawing out a keening whine tinged with a wince of pain. But Kura dismissed it. If Bakura was in too much pain he knew he'd tell him to stop. He scissored his clawed fingers, pretty sure he was cutting the boy's insides slightly, but it wasn't a big problem.
Arching his back again, Bakura gasped loudly, the sound fading off into a moan. He thrust back onto Kura's hand, a signal he was ready, even though he still felt so tight to the witch. Then again, he always did. Kura softly kissed his leg, an odd sign of affection but not an unwelcome one, before withdrawing his clawed fingers.
Bakura whined slightly at the loss, but settled into a more comfortable position when Kura hooked his other leg over his shoulder, positioning his cock at his entrance. Answering the silent request, the hare nodded then moaned loudly when the witch thrust into him swiftly, burying himself to the hilt in one hard movement. The March Hare bit his lip, twitching and trying to keep still. It hurt, but not in an overly unpleasant way.
Kura gave him a moment or two to get used to the feeling, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort that could be considered worrying, before pulling back and slamming back into him hard, causing the younger hare to arch his back and curse loudly, gasping. The witch smirked, repeating the motion after pausing for a second, getting the same response, this time accompanied by a low moan.
"K-Kura, p-please." The March Hare whined, hands sliding up to grasp at his friend's shoulders. "Please don't t-tease me. I want it hard." His face was adorned with a small blush as he said those words, but Kura couldn't tell if he was actually blushing or just flushed from their activities.
Chuckling, Kura leaned down and kissed the boy deeply, feeling him cup his neck while he stroked the strong legs that hung over his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, the pale witch began thrusting hard into him, without warning. He dug his claws into his thighs, dragging them up and drawing blood, heightening the hare's pleasure if how his eyes rolled back into his head said anything.
"Oh fuuuck..." Bakura swore, his words mixed with moans and gasps. His head rolled back, his hips slamming back to meet Kura's thrusts move for move. Then with a slight change of angle, that little bundle of pleasure nerves was hit and he let out a scream. "FUCK!"
Knowing exactly what had happened, the witch smirked, leaning forwards on his hands and changing the angle of his thrusts to repeatedly hit those nerves. The hare's legs were still hooked over his shoulders, giving him the best angle in which to thrust hard into him, constantly banging against and abusing that small cluster of pleasure nerves that made him see white. Beneath him, clawing at the bedsheets, Bakura couldn't utter a single word, his speech replaced by animalistic moans and groans, occasionally broken by a sharp gasp or scream.
The March Hare felt like his body was on fire. For someone so calm and cool like Kura, it was amazing how he could make him feel so hot, give him that burning feeling that only came from carnal acts like this. He unhooked his fingers from the bedsheets, cupping the witch's neck to force him down further, crashing their lips together passionately. The angle bent his back in a slightly painful angle, but he didn't care when it felt so damn good.
Kura's thrusts were deep and fast, hitting his prostate over and over and driving the hare crazy. If it weren't for the fact their mouths were messily locked together, Bakura would have had his head tilted back and letting the surrounding apartments know exactly how much he loved it. He really was that loud sometimes. He buried his hands in the witch's soft locks, careful not to tug on them but not being able to help it. He breathed heavily against his lips as they parted for air, although it proved futile when Bakura held his breath to stop himself from yelling too loud.
Noticing he was holding back, Kura moved aside one of the boy's arms, giving himself room to lean down and bite the white hare's neck. He was rewarded with a loud gasp, coupled with a yelp and a clawed hand on the back of his head, encouraging him. The pale skinned male smirked, biting harder, drawing blood and licking at the red liquid that spilled forth, all the while still pounding the hare's ass.
He pulled back, giving one last loving lick to the bleeding wound, leaning up on his hands, adjusting Bakura's legs to make sure they stayed hooked over his shoulders. Kura looked down at his friend's flushed face, noting his eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip and making keening whining sounds in the back of his throat. He slowed down his thrusts, going almost at a leisurely pace, and smirked when Bakura tilted his head back and whined louder, opening his eyes.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" Kura smirked, leaning over him, letting his legs slip from his shoulders. Bakura wrapped his legs around his waist instead, trying to draw him closer. "Ah, no." Kura scolded, holding the hare's hips to stop him, continuing to move at his own pace.
"Oh God, Kura!" The March Hared tossed his head, biting the knuckles of one hand. "Please, Kura! Please! I n-need more. D-Don't stop, please!"
Kura shook his head, smiling fondly for a moment before leaning down once more, resting his elbows on either side of the boy's head, capturing his lips gently. They kissed with passion, Bakura a little more clumsy than him, both out of a lust-hazed mind and simple inexperience. Kura kissed him slowly, their tongues moving against each other like a sensual dance, stroking the side of the hare's face with the back of his claws.
Before Bakura, the witch would never think about taking it slow with anyone. In fact, he rarely thought about sex at all. But the hare that lay beneath him was different to everyone he'd ever come across. He was innocent, untainted (for the most part). He needed to be cared for and protected, which Kura, for some reason, was more than happy to do.
He pulled back, still slowly thrusting as he looked down at his beloved hare. Hazy red eyes stared back, coupled with laboured breathing. Kura smirked a little, stroking his face again, this time digging his claws in and drawing small trails of blood along his skin. Bakura moaned, leaning into his claws, and then gasped as Kura licked up the marks. He clutched at his shoulders, biting his lip as Kura licked back down, moving to nip at the earlier mark on his neck he'd made, licking the slowly scabbing wound.
While he did this, Kura trailed his hand down his chest, raking his claws through the pale skin as he did so, creating deeper wounds that make the younger male arch into his touch. This sudden slow pace was driving the other crazy, he could tell. Every breath was laced with small pleas of 'more'. Finally, he reached his destination, and grabbed Bakura's cock to give it a few firm strokes, making him tilt his head back and moan. Kura took his chance to lick and nip at the hollow of his throat, feeling and hearing the hare's purrs.
"Kura, please." Bakura begged, tilting his head back down to look at the witch. "Please. More." He gasped between each word as he was stroked, feeling the slight pain of the other's claws on the sensitive area and loving it. "More, Kura. Please."
Kura smirked, sitting up again. "You beg so nicely, Bakura." He said, leaning down briefly to kiss him hard, not using any tongue, just crashing their lips together. When Bakura tried to deepen it, he pulled back, one hand firmly on his hip. "You want it hard?"
Bakura nodded frantically, trying to move back against him, biting his lip as Kura started stroking his hard member faster. "Oh God, yes! Please, Kura!"
The witch tilted his head for a moment, but ignored whatever thought was in his head, and simply let himself go. He thrust hard and fast into the younger boy, stroking and scratching him as he did so. He looked down as Bakura arched his back, moving back hard against him, trying to get more pleasure. From the little twitches and sounds he was making, Kura knew from experience the March Hare was close to the edge. He smiled, leaning down while thrusting to lick the blood off of his chest, sucking on one of his nipples as he did so. He heard a loud crying gasp, and a hand went to the back of his head.
Both of their movements became more frantic, moving together, moving faster. Kura sped up the hand fondling the hare's cock, and with a smirk remembered another turn-on for his friend. With his free hand, he slid it underneath him, and harshly began groping his fluffy nub of a tail, watching the young hare cry out and arch his back again.
It took a few mere moments more of rubbing and tugging of both his cock and tail before Bakura cried out even louder. "Fuck! FUCK!" He was always reduced to swearing the closer to climax he got, so Kura was glad to find he was close to joining him.
"Cum for me, baby." He muttered, half to himself, but he knew the other's sensitive ears would pick it up.
Bakura heard, and with a sharp arch of his back, and an even louder moaning cry, he came all over Kura's hand, staing both of their stomachs. Kura growled as he felt him tighten around his own cock, heightening the pleasure for him tenfold. As the boy flopped back down onto the bed, Kura let go of him, simply focusing on his own climax. He noticed the March Hare kept a grip on his member with his inner muscles, even looking as tired as he did, and Kura bit his lip, thrusting into him faster, before tensing up and spilling his own load into him.
The witch collapsed down next to him, lying on his side with his eyes closed, slipping his now softening cock out of the hare's abused passage. Bakura caught his own breath, still on his back, still twitching a little, especially his ears. Kura was actually the first to recover, leaning up and looking down at him. His eyes trailed over the bloody marks all over the boy's body with a faint smile and shake of his head.
"Little masochist." He said, fondly, brushing some of Bakura's hair out of his eyes.
Blood-red eyes looked up at him, the lusty haze replaced by a slightly tired one, along with a small smile. Kura chuckled, leaning down to peck his lips softly. The hare responded, kissing back a little firmer, but Kura pulled back.
"Shower." He said, and Bakura looked sheepish as he looked them both over, noticing the blood and cum that stained both of them.
"Heh, yeah." He snickered, sitting up with a small hiss. "Sorry."
Kura rolled his eyes, ruffling the younger male's shaggy white hair. "Don't be. I'm the one that seduced you, remember?" He smirked.
"How could I forget something like that?" The March Hare grinned at him, leaning over to kiss him again, briefly. "Love you, Kura."
Kura blinked, but smiled at him, kissing his forehead. "I love you too, Bakura." He stood up off the bed, pulling a face at the mess they'd made. "Now shower, c'mon." He said, walking out of the bedroom.
"Huh, I get to shower with you?" Bakura snickered, following him obediently.
"We're getting clean, not fucking again."
"Spoilsport."
Kura rolled his eyes, but smiled, looking over his shoulder at the other.
"Maybe if you're a good boy."
Here you go Leafy dear <3
"Bakura, can you come in here for a sec?" The voice of his friend called to him from the bedroom, and Bakura simply blinked before shrugging to himself and abandoning what he was doing to walk into the bedroom.
"What is i-?" He stopped dead in his tracks with his jaw slack when he spotted Kura as he walked through the door. He was at a complete loss for words.
The pale witch before him knew it too, judging by the smirk adorning his face. He was clad in a rather revealing and sexy outfit, not unlike the ones the white hare had seen him wear at his job, but somehow it made him look even more gorgeous. What would've looked amazing on a woman looked absolutely stunning on him. And he was well aware he was staring.
Kura chuckled, striding over to him, oozing confidence with every step, but only showed it in his smirk. Anyone else in that situation would've expected him to hold some sort of whip, or a riding crop, but the March Hare knew his friend, who knew him in return. He wouldn't need either of those to drive him wild.
"Y'know, you've been a pretty bad hare lately, Bakura." Kura purred in his ear, and the furry appendage twitched, having not realised he was that close. "I tell you time and time again not to go to those bars, not to fight. But you never listen." A clawed hand traced the edge of his ear, making it twitch more as Kura slowly circled him, then gently grabbed his hands and urged him further into the room.
Bakura really couldn't stop staring as he was moved. He knew his friend was attractive, and downright sexy most of the time, but it was seeing him like this that made the young hare's heart pound in his chest and saliva pool in his mouth simply by gazing at him. He was rendered utterly speechless.
Kura chuckled, knowing the effect he was having on the younger male. He gently lifted up his chin with one clawed finger, still smirking at him. "But maybe if you prove you can be a good boy... I'll be nice to you." He told him, and felt rather than heard the boy swallow the extra spittle that had gathered in his mouth. The witch chuckled again, tracing the hare's jawline with his claw. "Can you be a good boy for me, Bakura?"
The March Hare nodded shakily, still slightly in shock over what he was seeing. No one ever failed to fluster him as much as Kura did. The pale monster smirked at him again, pulling away from him slightly, tilting his head and staring up at him with an almost sweet and innocent expression. But the white hare knew he was anything but that.
Kura gently dragged his sharp claw down the other's neck, right along the jugular vein, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw one of Bakura's long ears twitch again; a sure sign of his heightening arousal. Tilting his head the other way, he traced his barely exposed collarbones before dragging his claw down the middle of the young hare's shirt, tearing it apart to reveal his chest. Kura smiled deviously, stepping closer to him again, softly stroking the claws of both hands down his ribs to his hips, feeling Bakura twitch.
"You know what I can do to you, don't you?" The witch whispered seductively, and he smirked when the pale boy before him nodded, swallowing. "How badly do you want it?" Long claws lightly dug into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood and making Bakura gasp.
The hare was having a hard time talking. The shock of the situation hadn't quite worn off, and what Kura was doing to him was making his mind reel and his head spin. He swallowed again, breathing a little heavy and trying to find the words to say. But once again he was speechless, unable to make any noise besides small gasps and tiny moans. One of which he let out as he felt those claws gently drag up his sides, drawing blood again.
"I want to hear it, Bakura." Kura murmured to him, leaning up to nibble on one of his long ears. The claws traced up his chest, dragging the torn shirt with them, eventually going over his shoulders and pulling it off, tossing the shredded material to the floor.
Bakura's eyes were half-lidded as he stared at him. "...I want you, Kura." He found himself saying breathlessly, subconsciously tilting his head closer to his.
The white-haired witch shook his head, smirking and sliding his hands over his chest, subtly tweaking his nipples before moving down to the waistband of his jeans. "I want to hear you beg for it." He told him, tracing the band of his jeans around to the back, where he tilted his head innocently and softly grabbed the furry nub protruding out of the back of his pants.
Moaning softly, the March Hare bit his lip, twitching ever so slightly. His tail was very sensitive, and Kura knew it. The soft rubbing and groping of the little nub sent shivers up his spine, making him whine ever-so slightly. The hands then slowly moved back over his hips, having brought out the reaction they were desiring.
"Come on, Bakura." Kura said huskily to him. "Beg me for it. Get on your knees and show me how much you want me to fuck you."
Bakura whined louder, the sound tapering off into a moan as a clawed hand ghosted across the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Kura chuckled, toying with the button on his waistband.
"Beg me." He repeated, punctuating it with a slow and sensual lick up his jawline. "Show me how much you want it."
Swallowing again, the white hare slowly knelt down before him, looking up at him submissively. Kura smirked down at him, stroking one of his ears, one hand on his hip and looking almost smug.
"Please, Kura." Bakura said breathlessly, his voice just on the edge of a whine. "Please."
Kura tilted his head, leaning down a little more to scratch the base of his ear, where it met the boy's skull, causing the hare to purr slightly and lean into his hand. The witch smirked again. "How badly do you want me?" He asked.
"So bad." Bakura admitted, moaning very softly. "Please, Kura."
The older male chuckled, stepping back from him and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, beckoning him to crawl closer with a crooked finger. The March Hare did so without question, groaning to himself as his jeans rubbed against his almost painful erection. He knelt in front of him, breathing quite heavily, tail flicking behind him and one ear twitching.
Smiling slightly, Kura lent forwards to stroke the twitching ear, softly scratching it and making the younger boy tilt his head into his hand and purr in the back of his throat. He left go, tugging it slightly as he lent back on his hands. He shuffled slightly further onto the bed, and waved a heeled foot in front of Bakura's face.
"Pull my toes." The witch said. It was more of a demand than a request, and the pale hare looked between the foot and his face in slight confusion. "You're not getting anything until you pull my toes." He smirked.
Bakura looked at his foot again, hesitating only for a moment before unbuckling the shoe and slipping it off. He tentatively started playing with the delicate looking toes, tugging on them gently, eyes flicking up to check the reactions of his friend.
Kura sighed in content, wriggling his toes only slightly. The hare took that as an encouragement and tugged on them a little harder, rolling them around his fingers, leaning forwards to cautiously nibble on one. This drew out a soft moan from Kura, which he clearly tried to hold back, but Bakura's sensitive hearing picked it up. He smiled to himself, tugging on his toes harder, rubbing them gently, nipping on his big toe slightly.
Biting his lip, Kura took his foot out of his younger friend's grasp, presenting the other to him with a silent order to do the same. The hare took the hint, unbuckling his shoe and repeating the motions on this foot, tugging and rolling his toes, much to the hidden delight of the pale witch. The sensations sent a slight shiver up his spine, which intensified as Bakura once again began to nip and nibble at his toes, at the same time as pulling and tugging them gently.
Eventually Kura took that foot out of his grasp too, placing both feet on the floor and calling him closer with his finger. The hare obediently shuffled forwards, still on his knees, looking up at him and panting slightly. The white-haired monster smiled, gently running the backs of his long nails down his cheek, making the young hare lean into his touch. He felt Bakura very softly wriggle and writhe, and he assumed the poor boy's pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. He smirked a little, spreading his legs subtly, allowing his own growing hard-on to press against the material of his skirt.
One of the hare's ears twitched again, having caught sight of what Kura was doing. He swallowed, more saliva pooling in his mouth, breathing still heavy and eyes half-lidded. He looked up at Kura's face, which was adorned with the same smirk it had been the whole time. Bakura couldn't think of anything else except how beautiful and sexy Kura was, and how he was one of the lucky few who was trusted enough to see him like this.
Kura tilted his head, trying to figure out was was going through his young friends mind. He gently dragged his claws from the bottom of his neck to the hare's cheek, drawing out a soft moan as he broke the skin, creating thin trails of blood. He chuckled almost silently. Yes, he knew about Bakura's masochism. It was one of the first things he'd learned about him. He did the same to the other side of the hare's neck, digging his nails in a little harder and creating more blood trails, making him bite his lip and try to hold back a louder groan.
The witch leaned forwards, gently scratching his shoulders, lightly tracing over the claw scars that were already present. Bakura looked up at him, red eyes half-lidded still, a soft flush across his cheeks. Kura smiled at him, but it turned into a smirk soon after.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, trailing his claws down from the hare's shoulders to the crook of his elbows, and back up again, lightly cutting the skin again.
It took Bakura a moment or two for his brain to process what was being said, a lust-filled haze having descended over his mind. When his words finally registered, the white hare's breath hitched slightly, and he bit his lip again. He was hesitant to say it out loud, both in slight fear of being denied, and the tiny amount of embarrassment it caused him.
"Speak up, Bakura." Kura told him, pulling one hand back, using the other to idly play with one long and furry ear. The boy on his knees before him tilted into the touch, purring very slightly at the back of his throat. "What do you want?"
"I..." Bakura swallowed yet again, trying to calm down his breathing and ignore the problem in his pants for the time being. "I..."
Kura chuckled, smirking once more, tilting the boy's chin up with a long nail. "Yes? What is it, Bakura?"
"I..." The hare was having trouble talking, his laboured breathing showing the difficulty he had concentrating. "I want... you to... fuck... me..." He managed to say.
The pale witch leaned back on one hand, the other tracing his jawline. "What was that? I can't hear you."
"I want you to fuck me." Bakura repeated, trembling very slightly, shifting and biting his lip at the friction against his swollen cock.
"I still can't hear you, hon'." Kura smirked, ceasing to touch the boy at all, leaning back on both hands. "You're going to have to speak louder."
"I said I want you to fuck me!" The March Hare flushed, not looking up at him this time, claws digging into the floor.
The white-haired witch grinned very slightly, moving a hand to tug gently on the hare's ear. "Where are your manners?" He chided.
"P-Please, Kura." Bakura looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please. Fuck me. Please."
Kura smirked, grabbing the white hare's chin gently, forcing him to kneel up. The other boy did so without hesitation, biting his lip as once again his jeans created nearly unbearable friction. He kept looking at him, half-lidded eyes begging him to do something. The witch stroked his cheek gently, rubbing the thin lines of crusting blood he'd created before, his smirk briefly switching to an almost sweet smile before changing back, hand sliding into his white hair and yanking it sharply, bringing him closer.
Bakura yelped, but moved easily, their lips only a mere centimeter apart. He could feel Kura's light breath against his lips, and stared deep into his fierce eyes. He swallowed again, trying to calm down his own breathing, but it was coming out in shaky gasps. He gently rested his hands on the older boy's knees for support, because he felt like he was going to keel over at any moment. All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to the one part of his anatomy that was demanding attention.
"Louder." Kura ordered, tugging his white locks sharply again, but not too hard.
The March Hare gasped, hands squeezing the witch's legs, trying not to dig his own sharp claws in. "Please fuck me, Kura." He begged, his words trailing off into a moan. "Please, Kura."
Kura chuckled lowly, tilting his head and licking up the small crusty trails he'd made before, drawing out a soft moan from the other boy. "On the bed." He told him, letting go of his hair and moving out of the bed so the hare had room to climb on.
Shakily, the white hare clambered onto the bed, sitting in the middle with an obvious tent in his torn jeans. The witch chuckled once more, moving to straddle his legs, rubbing his palm over the prominent bulge, making Bakura whine and writhe underneath him, breathing becoming even more laboured. He unbuttoned them, then very slowly dragged the zip down, making sure the young hare could feel every notch as it opened.
The March Hare moaned softly, thrusting his hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction. He received a sharp slap on his thigh in response, which he yelped at, biting his lip and trying to hold back another moan. "We're going at my pace, Bakura." He was told, the tone of Kura's voice low and seductive, but commanding, as always. Bakura nodded obediently. It was all he could do.
Kura pushed the younger male to lie flat on his back, raking his claws down his chest, creating more bloody lines that the hare arched into with a low moan. He lent down, lapping at one dusty nipple briefly, causing the boy beneath him to gasp sharply, once again arching into him. Kura slapped his arm this time, a reminder of his earlier order. The March Hare whined but lay flat again, having understood the gesture.
Biting the nipple gently, the witch tugged on it with his teeth, smirking to himself at the younger male's little moans and cries. He'd learned from earlier experiences that the pale skinned hare was pretty vocal. He gave his other nipple the same treatment, this time sucking on it slightly, and he could feel Bakura hold himself back from arching into his ministrations. He was a quick learner.
Sitting up once more, Kura ran his fingers through his friend's hair affectionately, almost smiling at him. "You're such a good boy, Bakura." He told him, chuckling as the hare tilted his head into his hand. "And good boys get rewarded."
Moving off of him, the witch tugged Bakura's jeans down, eventually yanking them completely off, leaving the boy stark naked, his hard cock twitching in the cool air. He looked at his face, not surprised to see a faint blush spread across his cheeks. His chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths, and watched as Bakura raised a hand to his mouth, almost as if trying to hide his obvious blush.
Kura shook his head, smiling slightly and moving to straddle the hare's thighs again. He spread his legs enough for Bakura to get a good look at his own hardening erection tenting the leather skirt he wore. He took the chance to look the boy over while he was distracted, idly noting each scar he saw.
The witch could feel the burn scar on his leg rubbing against his own. He tilted his head slightly and gazed at the four long scars on his friend's shoulder, a souvenir of their first meeting. Many other small nicks and scratches littered the young hare's body, evidence of his life on the streets. A part of Kura, the caring and motherly side, wanted to kiss each scar to make his sweet baby feel better. The other part, the side that was winning, just wanted to fuck him into the mattress.
Smirking down at him, Kura lent over him, hand on either side of his head, forcing the younger boy to look up at him. "Now tell me again, what do you want from me?" He said, chuckling slightly as his friend's blush deepened. He couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.
"P-Please Kura, I-I want you to fuck me." Bakura panted out, eyes pleading. "Please."
Kura sat back on his legs, tilting his head in mock thought. Then he smirked again, raking his claws down the hare's chest again, watching as he tried not to arch into the pain and bite his lip instead. He idly rubbed his stomach, hearing the March Hare purr beneath him. He took his hand further down, finally wrapping his slender fingers around the boy's cock, slowly rubbing up and down.
Bakura gasped, the sound mixing with a moan that was torn from his throat. He tried so hard to keep his hips still, but couldn't help thrusting into the grasp that held him, wanting more friction, more pleasure.
He received a clawed hand digging into his thigh, and the hand on his cock stopped moving. "What did I say, Bakura?" Kura told him forcefully. He dug his claws in a little deeper, creating even more cuts that oozed blood.
"Y-Your pace." Bakura moaned, the pain turning him on even more, but he knew not to disobey his witch friend. If he didn't want a date with his own hand, at least.
"That's right. Now remember it." Kura smirked, moving his hand again, chuckling as the white hare twitched and writhed, trying not to thrust his hips upwards.
Bakura was going crazy. He breath was erratic, ears flicking and twitching as he was very slowly being pulled to the edge. Only Kura could tease him so much. He felt as if all the blood in his body was focusing on that one area, making it hard to concentrate on anything else except the hand that was giving him pleasure. But not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to thrust into that hand, or better yet, have something thrust into him.
But he knew if he begged for more, he'd only be reminded that they were going at Kura's pace. But Kura's pace was too slow for him. He was aching, precum dripping from the tip of his erection. And he'd noticed Kura wasn't even that hard yet. Then again, all the action had been on him. Kura had been doing everything for him, even if it had been ordering him.
"K-Kura." The March Hare managed to stutter out.
"Hm? What is it?" Kura looked at him, hand not slowing, tilting his head.
"I-I..." The hare wasn't sure how to phrase it, or even if Kura would let him do what he wanted. "I-I want..."
"Have you changed your mind?" Kura smirked, hand dropping away from his leaking cock.
Bakura shook his head. "I-I wanna do... something else too..." He blushed more, not looking at his friend's face.
"Oh? And what would that be?" The white-haired witch lent over him again. "Speak up."
"I-I wanna... g-go down on you." The hare flushed more, still not looking up at him.
Kura blinked, actually surprised at the white hare's request. But he smiled, chuckling slightly and sliding off of him, causing Bakura to look up at him and wonder what he was doing. Kura sat back and spread his legs, inviting the other closer. "Go on then." He told him, making Bakura sit up and crawl over.
The hare lay in front of him, moving the leather skirt aside, then hesitating as he realised he wasn't actually sure what to do. He tentatively licked up the underside of his friend's half-hard erection, smiling slightly to himself when he heard a low growl of pleasure. This let him grow bolder, showering his hardening flesh with licks and kisses, delighting in the almost-silent sounds he was drawing from the witch.
The older male had to smile slightly. Bakura was trying to so hard. His inexperience was adorable, and his love for him made him want him to get as much pleasure as he gave. Kura out another low growl as the hare finally took his erection into his mouth, sucking on the tip gently, swiping his tongue over it sloppily. He really didn't have any experience at all with this sort of thing, but it still felt good to the witch.
Taking the pleasurable growls as a good sign, Bakura sucked a little harder, bobbing his head and taking more into his mouth. A clawed hand made its way into his hair, not pushing him down, just pulling on the white locks, gripping it. The hare's ears twitched, and he slid his mouth further down, bobbing back up again and increasing the suction. He moved slowly, not because he was teasing him, but because he was unsure if he was doing it right.
Kura sensed his hesitation, and gently applied pressure to his grip on the boy's hair, guiding his head to move up and down faster, which he did with no resistance. The witch bit his lip, hips rising and thrusting into the young hare's mouth. It was rare that he got this sort of treatment, and while it was never the first thing on his mind, he wouldn't deny the offer, especially from his dear friend.
The March Hare kept sucking and licking, using what limited talents he had to bring the other pleasure. Hands ghosted over his hips, tracing faint scars from past experiences, ones he hoped to make the witch forget in situations such as this. The hand in his hair guided him, with Kura practically fucking his mouth instead of him moving his head. He increased the suction his mouth created, smirking to himself when he heard Kura make a noise between a moan and a growl.
Then suddenly Kura pulled his head away, yanking his hair hard and making Bakura yelp in shock. "Enough." Kura simply said, giving his hair another tug for good measure. The hare nodded obediently, moving to sit up, his own erection still leaking.
Kura looked down at it, and chuckled when the white hare moved to cover himself upon realising where he was staring. The pale witch scooted closer, pulling his hands away and wrapping his clawed hand around the flesh. Bakura rolled his head back, moaning and biting his lip. Kura pulled him closer, nipping and biting at his neck. The hare whined slightly, thrusting his cock into his hand to get more friction.
"K-Kura." Bakura whined, breathing becoming laboured once again. "Please. I c-can't take it anymore."
"Hm?" Kura smirked, switching between stroking his friend faster and then agonisingly slow. "What do you want?"
"I-I want you to fuck me, h-hard." The hare blushed, looking down but not ceasing his hips from thrusting into Kura's hand. "I want you now, please, Kura."
Chuckling, the witch shoved him back onto the bed hard. The pale boy bounced slightly, but Kura merely climbed on top of him, claiming his lips fiercely and passionately. The March Hare responded with just as much enthusiasm, but let Kura dominate the kiss, suckling on the other's tongue as it entered his mouth, sparring with his own and causing the white-haired males to groan simultaneously. The kiss became fiercer when Kura bit his lower lip harshly, drawing blood that filled their mouths, making them both moan loudly, although Kura's sounded closer to a growl.
When he pulled back, the hare's blood stained Kura's teeth, and a small trickle fell out of the corner of his own mouth. Kura smirked, licking it up sensually, before tapping two fingers against his lips. Bakura automatically took them into his mouth, coating the digits with saliva, catching his tongue slightly on the sharp claws, making even more blood taint his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as he suckled on them, covering them thoroughly.
"That's all you're getting." Kura told him, speaking huskily and making the younger male look up at him with half lidded eyes. The witch ground their hips softly together, creating the tiniest bit of friction, which made the March Hare groan around his fingers.
Kura pulled his fingers away, trailing his claws down the hare's already marred torso, pausing to run two claws up the underside of his cock, smirking when Bakura whined beneath him. He swiftly hooked one of the boy's legs over his shoulder, encircling his entrance with one finger, chuckling lowly as the muscles twitched and the hare moaned.
"P-Please, Kura." Bakura begged, tossing his head slightly, hair splayed out on the bedsheets.
The witch took mercy, sliding one slender finger into him straight to the knuckle, smirking again as the white hare gasped and tensed up. He gently stroked his inner walls, soothing the boy slightly while also trying to find the small bundle of nerves. He get wiggling his finger, delighting in the small pleasurable sounds Bakura was making. With his free hand, Kura stroked the other male's thigh, digging his claws in softly.
Biting his lip, Bakura tried to ignore the weird feeling of having something inside him and focus on the pleasure it was giving him. Even after all this time he still wasn't quite used to being taken. He was a virgin when he met Kura, after all. But eventually the constant wriggling of Kura's clawed finger found the spot it was looking for, and the hare arched his back, letting out a loud moan. "F-Fuck!" He cursed, biting his bleeding lip again.
Kura chuckled, sliding in a second finger now that the boy had stopped tensing. Saliva wasn't brilliant for lubrication, but it was enough for the little masochist currently writhing under him. The pale witch wriggled his fingers again, managing to bump against his prostate again, drawing out a keening whine tinged with a wince of pain. But Kura dismissed it. If Bakura was in too much pain he knew he'd tell him to stop. He scissored his clawed fingers, pretty sure he was cutting the boy's insides slightly, but it wasn't a big problem.
Arching his back again, Bakura gasped loudly, the sound fading off into a moan. He thrust back onto Kura's hand, a signal he was ready, even though he still felt so tight to the witch. Then again, he always did. Kura softly kissed his leg, an odd sign of affection but not an unwelcome one, before withdrawing his clawed fingers.
Bakura whined slightly at the loss, but settled into a more comfortable position when Kura hooked his other leg over his shoulder, positioning his cock at his entrance. Answering the silent request, the hare nodded then moaned loudly when the witch thrust into him swiftly, burying himself to the hilt in one hard movement. The March Hare bit his lip, twitching and trying to keep still. It hurt, but not in an overly unpleasant way.
Kura gave him a moment or two to get used to the feeling, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort that could be considered worrying, before pulling back and slamming back into him hard, causing the younger hare to arch his back and curse loudly, gasping. The witch smirked, repeating the motion after pausing for a second, getting the same response, this time accompanied by a low moan.
"K-Kura, p-please." The March Hare whined, hands sliding up to grasp at his friend's shoulders. "Please don't t-tease me. I want it hard." His face was adorned with a small blush as he said those words, but Kura couldn't tell if he was actually blushing or just flushed from their activities.
Chuckling, Kura leaned down and kissed the boy deeply, feeling him cup his neck while he stroked the strong legs that hung over his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, the pale witch began thrusting hard into him, without warning. He dug his claws into his thighs, dragging them up and drawing blood, heightening the hare's pleasure if how his eyes rolled back into his head said anything.
"Oh fuuuck..." Bakura swore, his words mixed with moans and gasps. His head rolled back, his hips slamming back to meet Kura's thrusts move for move. Then with a slight change of angle, that little bundle of pleasure nerves was hit and he let out a scream. "FUCK!"
Knowing exactly what had happened, the witch smirked, leaning forwards on his hands and changing the angle of his thrusts to repeatedly hit those nerves. The hare's legs were still hooked over his shoulders, giving him the best angle in which to thrust hard into him, constantly banging against and abusing that small cluster of pleasure nerves that made him see white. Beneath him, clawing at the bedsheets, Bakura couldn't utter a single word, his speech replaced by animalistic moans and groans, occasionally broken by a sharp gasp or scream.
The March Hare felt like his body was on fire. For someone so calm and cool like Kura, it was amazing how he could make him feel so hot, give him that burning feeling that only came from carnal acts like this. He unhooked his fingers from the bedsheets, cupping the witch's neck to force him down further, crashing their lips together passionately. The angle bent his back in a slightly painful angle, but he didn't care when it felt so damn good.
Kura's thrusts were deep and fast, hitting his prostate over and over and driving the hare crazy. If it weren't for the fact their mouths were messily locked together, Bakura would have had his head tilted back and letting the surrounding apartments know exactly how much he loved it. He really was that loud sometimes. He buried his hands in the witch's soft locks, careful not to tug on them but not being able to help it. He breathed heavily against his lips as they parted for air, although it proved futile when Bakura held his breath to stop himself from yelling too loud.
Noticing he was holding back, Kura moved aside one of the boy's arms, giving himself room to lean down and bite the white hare's neck. He was rewarded with a loud gasp, coupled with a yelp and a clawed hand on the back of his head, encouraging him. The pale skinned male smirked, biting harder, drawing blood and licking at the red liquid that spilled forth, all the while still pounding the hare's ass.
He pulled back, giving one last loving lick to the bleeding wound, leaning up on his hands, adjusting Bakura's legs to make sure they stayed hooked over his shoulders. Kura looked down at his friend's flushed face, noting his eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip and making keening whining sounds in the back of his throat. He slowed down his thrusts, going almost at a leisurely pace, and smirked when Bakura tilted his head back and whined louder, opening his eyes.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" Kura smirked, leaning over him, letting his legs slip from his shoulders. Bakura wrapped his legs around his waist instead, trying to draw him closer. "Ah, no." Kura scolded, holding the hare's hips to stop him, continuing to move at his own pace.
"Oh God, Kura!" The March Hared tossed his head, biting the knuckles of one hand. "Please, Kura! Please! I n-need more. D-Don't stop, please!"
Kura shook his head, smiling fondly for a moment before leaning down once more, resting his elbows on either side of the boy's head, capturing his lips gently. They kissed with passion, Bakura a little more clumsy than him, both out of a lust-hazed mind and simple inexperience. Kura kissed him slowly, their tongues moving against each other like a sensual dance, stroking the side of the hare's face with the back of his claws.
Before Bakura, the witch would never think about taking it slow with anyone. In fact, he rarely thought about sex at all. But the hare that lay beneath him was different to everyone he'd ever come across. He was innocent, untainted (for the most part). He needed to be cared for and protected, which Kura, for some reason, was more than happy to do.
He pulled back, still slowly thrusting as he looked down at his beloved hare. Hazy red eyes stared back, coupled with laboured breathing. Kura smirked a little, stroking his face again, this time digging his claws in and drawing small trails of blood along his skin. Bakura moaned, leaning into his claws, and then gasped as Kura licked up the marks. He clutched at his shoulders, biting his lip as Kura licked back down, moving to nip at the earlier mark on his neck he'd made, licking the slowly scabbing wound.
While he did this, Kura trailed his hand down his chest, raking his claws through the pale skin as he did so, creating deeper wounds that make the younger male arch into his touch. This sudden slow pace was driving the other crazy, he could tell. Every breath was laced with small pleas of 'more'. Finally, he reached his destination, and grabbed Bakura's cock to give it a few firm strokes, making him tilt his head back and moan. Kura took his chance to lick and nip at the hollow of his throat, feeling and hearing the hare's purrs.
"Kura, please." Bakura begged, tilting his head back down to look at the witch. "Please. More." He gasped between each word as he was stroked, feeling the slight pain of the other's claws on the sensitive area and loving it. "More, Kura. Please."
Kura smirked, sitting up again. "You beg so nicely, Bakura." He said, leaning down briefly to kiss him hard, not using any tongue, just crashing their lips together. When Bakura tried to deepen it, he pulled back, one hand firmly on his hip. "You want it hard?"
Bakura nodded frantically, trying to move back against him, biting his lip as Kura started stroking his hard member faster. "Oh God, yes! Please, Kura!"
The witch tilted his head for a moment, but ignored whatever thought was in his head, and simply let himself go. He thrust hard and fast into the younger boy, stroking and scratching him as he did so. He looked down as Bakura arched his back, moving back hard against him, trying to get more pleasure. From the little twitches and sounds he was making, Kura knew from experience the March Hare was close to the edge. He smiled, leaning down while thrusting to lick the blood off of his chest, sucking on one of his nipples as he did so. He heard a loud crying gasp, and a hand went to the back of his head.
Both of their movements became more frantic, moving together, moving faster. Kura sped up the hand fondling the hare's cock, and with a smirk remembered another turn-on for his friend. With his free hand, he slid it underneath him, and harshly began groping his fluffy nub of a tail, watching the young hare cry out and arch his back again.
It took a few mere moments more of rubbing and tugging of both his cock and tail before Bakura cried out even louder. "Fuck! FUCK!" He was always reduced to swearing the closer to climax he got, so Kura was glad to find he was close to joining him.
"Cum for me, baby." He muttered, half to himself, but he knew the other's sensitive ears would pick it up.
Bakura heard, and with a sharp arch of his back, and an even louder moaning cry, he came all over Kura's hand, staing both of their stomachs. Kura growled as he felt him tighten around his own cock, heightening the pleasure for him tenfold. As the boy flopped back down onto the bed, Kura let go of him, simply focusing on his own climax. He noticed the March Hare kept a grip on his member with his inner muscles, even looking as tired as he did, and Kura bit his lip, thrusting into him faster, before tensing up and spilling his own load into him.
The witch collapsed down next to him, lying on his side with his eyes closed, slipping his now softening cock out of the hare's abused passage. Bakura caught his own breath, still on his back, still twitching a little, especially his ears. Kura was actually the first to recover, leaning up and looking down at him. His eyes trailed over the bloody marks all over the boy's body with a faint smile and shake of his head.
"Little masochist." He said, fondly, brushing some of Bakura's hair out of his eyes.
Blood-red eyes looked up at him, the lusty haze replaced by a slightly tired one, along with a small smile. Kura chuckled, leaning down to peck his lips softly. The hare responded, kissing back a little firmer, but Kura pulled back.
"Shower." He said, and Bakura looked sheepish as he looked them both over, noticing the blood and cum that stained both of them.
"Heh, yeah." He snickered, sitting up with a small hiss. "Sorry."
Kura rolled his eyes, ruffling the younger male's shaggy white hair. "Don't be. I'm the one that seduced you, remember?" He smirked.
"How could I forget something like that?" The March Hare grinned at him, leaning over to kiss him again, briefly. "Love you, Kura."
Kura blinked, but smiled at him, kissing his forehead. "I love you too, Bakura." He stood up off the bed, pulling a face at the mess they'd made. "Now shower, c'mon." He said, walking out of the bedroom.
"Huh, I get to shower with you?" Bakura snickered, following him obediently.
"We're getting clean, not fucking again."
"Spoilsport."
Kura rolled his eyes, but smiled, looking over his shoulder at the other.
"Maybe if you're a good boy."