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Hakuba let out a puff of air as the thief sat down on him. This stopped him from being able to knee him or kick him again. He’d been hoping to get a second shot, this time a bit more towards the family jewels. Though he’d slacked his hold on his arms, he couldn’t move like he wanted to with the thief laying over him like this. He cursed inwardly, his brain trying to come up with a counter.

“As if someone like you could make me do anything.” He spat, and debated actually spitting in the others face, but he wasn’t desperate enough to do that. No, he had to figure out a way to flip them. Once he was on top, he could move freely and do as he pleased, Till then his choices were limited, and he always hated being backed into a corner.

His thought process was momentarily cut off as the other ground against him. He bite back a moan, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t want to give the thief the satisfaction of making any sounds, of knowing he’d turned him on, though he was fully hard now, and starting to ache. This angered him more, as he hated being turned on, cleaning up was always so dirty.

“I’d say you weren’t worthy enough to fuck me.” And he brought his elbow up. It hadn’t been as fast nor precise as he would have licked, but it was aimed at the thief’s throat.

Kid almost wanted to stop after the small amount of grinding. He’d been holding back since before he’d even started anything with the detective, and he’d underestimated how bad it had gotten until he’d given it more stimulation.

But he knew that it was far too late to turn back now. Hakuba was already too irritated.

His eyes widened at the detective’s response, instinctively backing up and letting go of one of the arms to shield his head as a surge of fear shot through him. The thief had been trying to get the other angry, yes.

He just hadn’t expected Hakuba to actually attack.