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Hakuba glared down at the other as he refused to let go of his hand. He continued to tug and pull, trying to get his hand free from the others grasp; but he was strong. Hakuba hadn’t expected KID to be this strong, and although Hakuba wasn’t using his full strength, he was having difficulties. He placed his free hand down on the couch and tried to pull away, lifting his legs with the intention of pushing at KID with his feet. 

Hakuba paused and sucked in a breath as the other pulled his hand towards his face. He jerked his hand harshly, managing to slip his fingers free a little bit, but not enough. He opened his mouth and readied a kick to the others, well, chest and groin area, which ever he’d hit, but the thief’s tongue connected with the skin of his fingers and Hakuba let out a soft cry, body jolting in shock.

Hakuba’s eyes went wide and a hand went to his mouth as he desperately tried to pull his hand away from the other, all the blood that wasn’t staining his face red, was traveling south.

“S-Stop!”

The thief frowned slightly, starting to get annoyed by the other’s efforts to pull his hand free.

So the next time the detective pulled his arm back, Kid let him have it. Though, he still kept his own hand attached to the teens wrist.

“Stop?”

He straightened up as much as he could while on his knees, leaning in closer to Hakuba so that the other didn’t have as much space he could use to pull back from. He trailed over the fingers again before looking up at Hakuba.

“Stop doesn’t really answer the question, tantei.”

Without giving the other a chance to try and escape another time, he swiftly turned the detective’s hand palm-up and tried to push his tongue in between the closed fingers, eyes still staring at Hakuba from underneath the hat.