britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba was trembling, his breaths coming out in soft pants as his arm returned to his side, but the thief’s grip remained. He knew he had to get free, to get away from the other, to flee. He looked around the room desperately for anything within reach that could help him, but the phone was on the table, behind KID as was the remote. He was alone on the couch with nothing to defend himself with.

Hakuba pressed back against the couch as far as he could as KID moved forward, leaving the amount of room for him to yank with little to none. He let out a shuddered breath as his fingers were caressed and he tried to twist his wrist, only to have it lifted up, and twisted the other way, leaving it palm up.

“N-” Hakuba let out another soft cry, his free hand returning to his mouth, to hold back any more sounds as his fingers finally released their fist, trying to move away from the slippery and wet tongue that passed over them. He let out a muffled whimper, hand shaking now as he tried weakly to pull his hand away from KID. He could feel himself starting to get hard, it was slowly, but he was getting there.

A pleased noise came from the thief’s throat when the fingers opened, barely even registering the trembling as he took advantage of being able to reach the palm. He circled the hand a few times before drawing his tongue back in. The small tug made him smile slightly. Looked like it didn’t take much to get the other weak…

“Cat got your tongue, tantei? You’re usually a lot more talkative than this…”

Kid ran the other hand down to the detective’s thigh, lightly clutching the leg and putting a bit of weight on it. Now more settled, he gave Hakuba’s palm one more flick with the tongue before letting it fall back to the outstretched fingers.