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Category:
+G to L › Hunter x Hunter
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,046
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
HxH is not mine in any way, nor am I making money off of this story.
All that and a pack of gum
“Can you stay again?” Kurapica locked the door behind her.
“Ms. Kurata! You’re early.” Leorio said. He’d been pretending to read a report for minutes, waiting for her.
“I needed it. The whole thing was has been a wrestling match with the designers, and you know them. They’re always touching each other and making dirty jokes. I’m not a prude,” she insisted, her blue eyes on him.
“No,” he said. “You’re not.”
She dropped her bag on the desk as she spoke and took the report out of his hand. She undid the two brass buttons on her navy skirt and slipped her leg over his, straddling his lap.
“It’s just that I can’t listen to that kind of conversation without…it’s like an alcoholic at a wine tasting. Well, more like a frat house chugging contest.” She started to pull his hips forward, than flicked her eyes to his. “This is okay, right?”
Her eyes didn’t match her skin tone, he thought; they were too blue to be natural. He tried to see if she was wearing contacts.
Kurapica ducked her head, slapping his cheek lightly. “Leorio? I would like your permission each time.”
“Of course. Yes. Glad to ah-assist.”
“Thanks.”
“May I touch you?”
“Yes.” She smiled brilliantly. It changed her whole face. She was so stern when she was stressed. He’d never seen her happy before. She could be a model, for that moment. “Thank you for asking – please do.”
He smoothed his hands over her hips and grabbed her ass, spreading it, kneading her muscle. He pulled her up onto his covered erection. She squealed his name, then yelped again as blood pumped through him, causing his cock to strain out.
“Let me – “
“No,” she said, stopping his hand. “I like the rib of the zipper there. It…gives friction.”
She did like the hard wrinkle of the zipper. She rode it for twenty minutes. He knew because he watched the clock on his desk the whole time, counting and thinking of the awful surgeries he liked to watch on the Science Channel to keep from coming too soon.
He let himself go eventually. He’d bought two five packs of new Y-fronts after the first time. They were stashed deep in the file cabinet, along with extra trousers.
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“Ms. Kurata! You’re early.” Leorio said. He’d been pretending to read a report for minutes, waiting for her.
“I needed it. The whole thing was has been a wrestling match with the designers, and you know them. They’re always touching each other and making dirty jokes. I’m not a prude,” she insisted, her blue eyes on him.
“No,” he said. “You’re not.”
She dropped her bag on the desk as she spoke and took the report out of his hand. She undid the two brass buttons on her navy skirt and slipped her leg over his, straddling his lap.
“It’s just that I can’t listen to that kind of conversation without…it’s like an alcoholic at a wine tasting. Well, more like a frat house chugging contest.” She started to pull his hips forward, than flicked her eyes to his. “This is okay, right?”
Her eyes didn’t match her skin tone, he thought; they were too blue to be natural. He tried to see if she was wearing contacts.
Kurapica ducked her head, slapping his cheek lightly. “Leorio? I would like your permission each time.”
“Of course. Yes. Glad to ah-assist.”
“Thanks.”
“May I touch you?”
“Yes.” She smiled brilliantly. It changed her whole face. She was so stern when she was stressed. He’d never seen her happy before. She could be a model, for that moment. “Thank you for asking – please do.”
He smoothed his hands over her hips and grabbed her ass, spreading it, kneading her muscle. He pulled her up onto his covered erection. She squealed his name, then yelped again as blood pumped through him, causing his cock to strain out.
“Let me – “
“No,” she said, stopping his hand. “I like the rib of the zipper there. It…gives friction.”
She did like the hard wrinkle of the zipper. She rode it for twenty minutes. He knew because he watched the clock on his desk the whole time, counting and thinking of the awful surgeries he liked to watch on the Science Channel to keep from coming too soon.
He let himself go eventually. He’d bought two five packs of new Y-fronts after the first time. They were stashed deep in the file cabinet, along with extra trousers.
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(Please consider reviewing, because I use those reviews to get better and learn what you guys like! ~sincerely, Art)