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Hakuba arched his back as Kuroba slipped more of his fingers into his mouth, breath cut of in a hitch, and then let out as a loud whine. He was not used to this at all, it was like his whole body was just one large erogenous zone and no matter where the other touched, it sent waves of pleasureable heat to his abdomin. All he could think of was Kuroba, Kuroba’s hands, his mouth, his tongue… he could think of nothing else, and for once; it was nice.

Hakuba cried out once again as the rubbing continued, hips bucking upwards, following by needy whines. He’d never been touched here before, and although they’d done something like this once before, the fact Kuroba was touching him himself, it made it different. His hand was warm and felt so good. He didn’t want him to stop, he wanted to feel more and more of this sensation.

His eyes went wide as he felt bare, warm fingers against the sensitive flesh of his erection. He let out a startled moan, not noticing the other had undid his pants. He felt like he was being teased, teased in a good way, but still teased. This all seemed like one big tease, like there should be more, needed to be more. He squirmed a little and grabbed at Kuroba’s wrist, head falling back against the couch.

“K-Kuroba-kun, p-please… I need…” He let out a soft whine, face flushing redder yet. “I want…” He swallowed, he didn’t know how to get the words out, how to speak something he didn’t even understand. “Please…”

The thief paused everything when the other grabbed his wrist, confused. If the wonderful sounds Hakuba had been making were anything to go by, he certainly liked what the brunet had been doing… And he was trying to ask for something… Had he done something wrong? He didn’t really think he had, since there was no admonition… but why the sudden hold? If the detective’s desire was making him so needy, shouldn’t he want him to continue? Or was there something else he wanted? Less? No, Hakuba was a bit far gone for him to be wanting less. More? There wasn’t a reason to grab the hand that was already at work in that case… Unless he just didn’t want him using his hand?

He turned back to stare at the other’s face, slowly slipping the fingers from his mouth and licked away any saliva that had trailed out onto his lips, giving the other a questioning hum. Regardless of how embarrassing it might be to voice what he wanted, that would have to be what the detective was going to do, if the thief was to know exactly what was desired.