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“You’re making fun of me,” Hiei says, face flushed red in anger. “Sadistic prick,” he adds, but that only makes Kurama’s smile widen, a laugh escaping his lips.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, shaking his head. He doesn’t look one bit sorry, though, and that only makes Hiei angrier. Kurama approaches him, arms wide open to envelop Hiei in a hug. The fire demon doesn’t move, but protest silently by crossing his arms and turning his face away from the kitsune.
Kurama presses his lips to Hiei’s temple and it makes him flush even deeper, if possible. Hiei still doesn’t respond, but Kurama continues on, kissing his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his jaw. When the kitsune reaches his neck, Hiei sighs, his scowl dissolving.
“You actually enjoy it,” Hiei says, tone closer to a resigned sigh than an actual protest. A moan escapes his lips when Kurama catches his skin between his teeth and the rest of his reply is momentarily lost.
“I do,” the kitsune admits, smiling against Hiei’s skin. The touch elicits a light shiver from the smaller demon, and Kurama smiles wider. “But I enjoy this much more,” he whispers, sucking a red mark into the skin beneath his touch.