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Hakuba gasped as Kuroba started to lick his finger, and his spare hand came up to cover his mouth, stifling any whines and whimpers. His breath was coming out in soft gasps, his body trembling. Only one person had ever done this before Kuroba, but it didn’t feel like this. The waves of heat rolling through his body at only a simple touch like this, was almost overwhelming, making his knees tremble and almost give out on him.

His hand moved back to grab Kuroba’s suit jacket to keep himself up, and when the finger was slid from his mouth he let out a soft whine of protest, even as his heart rate speed up. It was disgusting, dirty and it felt so, so wrong, but it also felt so so good. He wanted him to stop, but he didn’t want him to stop. I was a war going on in his head and he just wanted to stop thinking.

Hakuba stared back at him, panting heavily mouth opened to ask why he had stopped, even though the rubbing did feel nice, before he kissed his hand. A large shudder ran through his body, threatening to make him collapse in a heap on the floor. He tightened his grip on the suit jacket, a louder whine and a soft cry escaping his throat at the licking. His eyes went wide and his legs finally gave out, causing him to collapse into Kuroba.

“A-Ah…” Hakuba couldn’t talk, his throat was so dry and it felt like his body was on fire. “K-Kuroba-kun…” He was also starting to become painfully hard.

The other’s reactions to the licking were more than he had really been expecting. Trying to hide the noises the dark haired teen would actually have preferred hearing,actually having to support himself to stand, and shaking so much made him wonder just how sensitive the hands were. The closest thing he could compare to would be when he’d had the cat ears…

And he suddenly almost felt jealous. Not to a great degree, but to have an area that felt so good when treated right…and not just a temporary addition…

But only almost. Kaito did still wish the phobia didn’t affect the other so badly that his hands got like this in the first place. Full of injuries from washing and normally kept separate from the world behind gloves…

Sudden weight caught the magician off guard, mind focused so much on his musings that he’d barely registered that the other had cried out. The arm he’d still had up around the detective had slackened a bit, but he did manage to get it up enough to catch Hakuba as he fell forward. Not enough to keep them both standing, but enough to control the fall to where they both went to their knees. Well, Hakuba to his knees, Kaito genuflecting, still with the other’s hand held in his own, though he’d had to pull away from his work.

Aaaand he fully noticed the state the detective was now in, a flush quickly coming onto his face as well. He’d been a bit too concentrated on making the other feel better that he’d ignored much beyond his ministrations and watching the other’s face.

A small shudder went down his own back when Hakuba said his name.

…When did he start using ’-kun’ instead of ’-san’?

Truthfully, he would have liked it more if the other would call him by his first name, but even just the small change made him smile at the thought. And though he still had the hand he’d been working on… the magician was more interested in focusing elsewhere, now that he was paying more attention…

Both hands remaining where they were, Kaito leaned in some to steal the other’s lips, a tiny part of his mind still capable of questioning what was going on hoping that the detective’s phobia was being held off enough for the kiss to be allowed.