Dessert is Just Foreplay by scheherezhad

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Kurama teaches Yusuke the consequences of savoring dessert.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own 'em, I just like to play with them, so don't sue me.

Author's notes: The really smutty fic I promised krysis_ back in August, which sat around for a few more months after completion while I thought of a title.

Yusuke stumbled into the apartment as the door gave way behind him, and he managed to retain his hold on Kurama. They kissed almost violently, barely remembering to shut and lock the door on their way to the bedroom.

He didn't know exactly what it was that he'd done, but twenty minutes ago, Kurama had made an abrupt excuse to his stepfather and dragged Yusuke out of the company's fall dinner party. The drive home was tense and silent, leaving him to wonder what was going on, but getting pinned against the door and ravished while Kurama fumbled with the lock had answered part of his question.

Now, they were on the bed, kissing and groping and trying to get undressed all at the same time. Yusuke unbuttoned Kurama's shirt with unsteady fingers, panting when his lover went straight for his belt.

"Kurama?" he said between kisses. "What are--"

"Want you," Kurama growled into the hollow of his throat.

And who was he to argue with that? Especially when Kurama was practically ripping his shirt off and...cuffing him to the bed? Kurama's kisses had distracted him so much that he hadn't paid any attention to how his lover had been maneuvering him, but he found himself with his wrists wrapped in the padded cuffs attached to the headboard. Kurama was busy getting his pants off so he could restrain his legs, as well. When he finished, he licked the back of Yusuke's neck and stood up.

Yusuke shivered in anticipation. He could hear Kurama moving around the room behind him, but lying on his stomach, his field of vision was limited. Kurama could be rather unpredictable, but Yusuke knew he wouldn't be disappointed by whatever they were about to do. Hell, watching Kurama breathe could turn him on, so anything that led to sex was certainly enjoyable.

He flexed his hands impatiently, and the bed dipped a moment later as Kurama climbed up beside him. Warm lips trailed up the side of his neck, lingering against the sensitive spot behind his ear. He whined softly.

"Are you ready, Yusuke?" Punctuated with a bite to his shoulder.

"Yesss..."

"Safe word?" Blunt nails scratched down his back.

"Forlorn." He arched into the touch.

"Good." He teasingly stroked Yusuke's entrance, wringing a yelp from him. "Now stay quiet."

Kurama's warmth disappeared, and the bed rose again when he stood. He was silent for so long that Yusuke was beginning to wonder if Kurama was just going to watch him all night. He'd done it before.

Finally, he spoke.

"Do you know why I have to punish you tonight?"

Yusuke shook his head mutely.

"I was in the middle of a conversation with my stepfather and an important business associate, and I looked over at you. Do you know what you were doing?"

He shook his head again, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead into the pillow when warm fingers teased the sensitive place at the small of his back.

"You were eating caramel sauce--the caramel sauce left over on my dessert plate--and you were using my spoon." He leaned down so his mouth was next to Yusuke's ear. "I wanted to be the spoon." He moved away again, but he left his right hand at the small of his back, stroking absently. "Then, you abandoned the spoon and started using your finger. I wanted to fuck you through the table."

Yusuke couldn't stop the noise of desire that escaped his throat.

"Quiet!" Kurama ordered. His touch went away again. "You would scoop up little trails of caramel from the plate and slowly, slowly licking them off of your finger. Then you would start over again, and I could barely keep my eyes off of you."

His footsteps came closer, but he didn't touch Yusuke again. The spirit detective's skin prickled with anticipation, and he shifted against the mattress, still making himself stay quiet.

"By the time you had cleaned off the edges of the plate, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to excuse us both so I wouldn't cause a scene in front of everyone in the company, Yusuke. Your little stunt tried my patience sorely, and that is why I have to punish you."

The blow came out of nowhere, a solid smack from something he couldn't identify. He knew the bite of Kurama's whip, and this felt shorter and stiffer. His lover was no less skilled with it, though. As the object came down on his back, the strength of the blows gradually increased. Staying quiet was becoming more and more difficult. His skin felt hot and tight where he had already been struck, and the blood coming to the surface was a familiar, arousing burn. Yusuke jerked and cried out at a particularly sharp stroke, and the next one landed on the back of his thigh.

"Quiet," Kurama commanded immediately.

Yusuke felt a cool touch on the inside of his thigh, something smooth trailing upward excruciatingly slowly. It brushed tantalizingly against his perineum, and he had to bite down on a moan before the object continued over and down his other thigh.

Kurama crawled up onto the bed between the spirit detective's spread legs, then, hair trailing against Yusuke's skin when he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You have no idea how you look right now, bound and spread open for me. Wanting, waiting, needy..."

His erection throbbed and twitched against the sheets, and Kurama chuckled in a tone that made Yusuke struggle against his bonds, trying to tilt his hips to offer himself to the readhead.

"So eager. Perhaps you deserve a reward."

He nodded frantically. Kurama moved behind him again and set something down by his arm; he shivered when he saw that it was a riding crop. The firm press of Kurama's slick fingers against his entrance interrupted his wondering vaguely when they'd acquired that particular plaything. One finger slipped inside him, stroking against his prostate firmly, and he bit down on his tongue to stifle a scream.

When the second finger went in, he nearly came. The clenching of his muscles alerted Kurama, who pulled out and stroked his back with the other hand.

"Not yet," Kurama whispered. He reached back and unfastened the padded cuffs around Yusuke's ankles, the Velcro parting loudly. "On your knees, Yusuke."

He scrambled up onto his knees and elbows, and Kurama's hands settled on his hips. It took a tremendous effort not to beg to be fucked hard and fast and now. Then he felt the slight tremble in the fingers digging into his skin, telling him that Kurama was having just as hard a time holding back as he was. One hand left his skin, and he finally felt the head of Kurama's cock pressing against him.

"I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name," the redhead growled, and he slipped into Yusuke just a bit. "Oh, and Yusuke? You can speak now."

Kurama rammed in all the way, and Yusuke screamed wordlessly. He kept up a stream of sound while his lover fucked him, settling into a fast, intense rhythm.

"Kurama! I—oh, god...harder..."

The only reply was a deep moan and a hard thrust into his prostate.

"Oh, yeah...right—nh!—there. Kurama..."

With a growl, Kurama wrapped one hand around Yusuke's erection. It only took a few rough strokes to make Yusuke come, and the spirit detective gave a last, wounded cry of pleasure when his lover bit into his shoulder to muffle his own cry of release.

Yusuke slumped into the mattress bonelessly, whining softly when Kurama pulled out and reached up to remove the cuffs from his wrists, but he rubbed the pinkened flesh in silent apology for the abrasions. At Yusuke's appreciative sigh, the redhead moved to lie against his lover, pulling the long, firm body against him.

"K'rama?" he mumbled drowsily.

"Yes?"

"That was really good. 'M sorry about the party."

Kurama smiled into the curve of his neck. "You don't have to apologize. You're more important than any of that."

"Love you, Kurama," Yusuke said softly, snuggling closer as he drifted off.

"I love you, too," Kurama replied. Yes, he thought, kissing Yusuke's forehead softly, this is infinitely more important than any company dinner could ever be.