“I was thinking about the last time I saw you.” Kurapika grabs Hisoka’s wrist to hold his hand in place and grinds down with full force. He swallows a moan. “And how you’re a better kisser than you look.”
Leorio’s breath hitches. “Are you drunk or something?”
“No, I’m…” Hisoka holds a finger to his lips and winks. Kurapika closes his eyes. “I’m in bed.”
Leorio doesn’t say anything for a long moment. The phone screen is still lit up, the call time ticking higher second by reliable second. Kurapika holds his breath and waits.
Finally, Leorio says, voice strained, “Kurapika… are you…”
“Yes,” Kurapika says. “Should I hang up?”
