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.
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.
Hakuba let out a sound of protest as his hand was pinned down to the couch cushin at his side. He pressed his hand harder against the thief’s chest as he moved to be more in front of him then to the side. He was trying to push him away, to get him out of his personal space. He balled his hand into a fist and continued to try and jerk his hand away from KID’s grasp. To be honest, he was scared. This new KID wasn’t like the KID he knew, and Hakuba was getting warning signs as panic rose in his chest.
He opened his mouth to tell the thief off, but all that came out was a soft moan of both surprise and pleasure when KID started to caress his hand.
Hakuba’s hand went to his mouth as he stared at the wall across the room with horror. He hadn’t meant to make that sound, or any sound for that matter. But the way KID was touching him, was making his body react in ways he didn’t want it to. He wasn’t touched very often, let alone sensually. He could feel the heat of his body starting to move south and his cheeks burned bright red. He needed to get out of this, to get as far from KID as possible.
“Get off me!” Hakuba snapped and tried to jerk his legs out of the way, to knock him off his lap as he yanked at his hand. “Stop touching me!”
He blinked and lifted his head off the other when the detective moved his legs, but he didn’t pull away. Nor did he release the other’s hand. The sound Hakuba had made when he’d rubbed his hand had definitely caught his attention, sending a small wave of desire through him, and he wasn’t about to back off so easily after hearing it.
Keeping his hold firm, Kid drew the other’s hand towards him, pausing with it just in front of his face as he tilted his head forward slightly.
“…What happens if I refuse?” The thief asked just before bringing his lips down on the back of the detective’s fingers, tongue flicking out briefly to leave a small trail between them.
Hakuba stilled as his hand was grabbed and he jerked it softly, a futile attempt to pull his hands back. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, because he was at home, all that was between his bare skin and KID’s was the other’s gloves. His grip was warm and unsettled Hakuba. He was a thief, he shouldn’t be getting worked up like this over him. He could feel some panic, though not for the reasons he would have liked, starting to fill his chest. He was too close, acting to familiar with him.
Hakuba sucked in a breath as the thief pushed himself up, and then closer to him. He pressed himself as far back against the couch as could and shivered when he felt the breath against his neck, tickling and tingling with warmth. He tried once again to pull his hand free, a bit harder this time as he placed a hand on the thief’s chest.
“I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice was becoming more breathless and his cheeks were now tinted pink.
The thief let out a small hum of amusement and glanced down at the palm pressing against his chest before pulling back slightly. Just enough that he could look the other in the eye. He felt the other trying to pull his hand back, but he didn’t let go, instead pinning it down beside the teen’s legs.
“Well, then, what might put you in the mood? Because I want to play…”
A thumb started to rub at the trapped hand as Kid shifted to rest on his knees and slowly lowered himself, placing his head in the detective’s lap. He tilted to the side just a bit, so that he could still watch the other.
Hakuba scowled down at the thief as his smirk widened and he sat up just a bit so he could properly glare down at him. He had broken into his house, without permission, come into the living room and wake him. He had no idea what he was up to,l but Hakuba was having none of it. He was in no mood to deal with the thief’s mischief. He opened his mouth to state his displeasure, when KID placed an elbow on the cushion, near his leg.
Hakuba went still as he rested a hand on his cheek. Hakuba kept his glare, but sucked in a breath as he reached a hand out. He held his breath as fingers trailed along his jawline, pausing at his chin. His eyes were wide, and soft tingling sensations, like little sparks of pleasure traveled from the places his touched, making him shiver.
Hakuba stayed like that for a few seconds while his brain tried to catch up with the situation, and a soft blush creeped along his cheeks, painting them pink. He lifted a hand and smacked the others away, a look of irritation joining the blush on his face.
“Get out.” Hakuba snapped, pushing himself further away from the thief, though he did sound just a bit breathless, soft pants escaping his lips when he stopped talking.
Kid raised an eyebrow at the detective, but the smile never changed. The hand that had been pushed away swiftly took hold of the other’s and he briefly closed his eyes as he lifted his head.
“But I just got here, tantei.~”
The thief brought the arm down some, the teens hand still in it’s grasp, and used the now unoccupied hand for support as he pushed himself up until he could whisper in Hakuba’s ear again, glancing at the detective’s face out of the corner of his eyes.
Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…
❣ – hopelessly horny
The thief silently closed the door behind him, making sure to latch it back. Hakuba probably wouldn’t have let him in if he’d knocked, especially not considering how he currently looked. Though, the shadows did their best to cover his face, it was still noticeably flushed and he highly doubted his Poker Face was doing much to hide the fact that had… a bit of a need right now.
He looked around as he walked down the hall, noticing a dim glow coming from under the living room door, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Don’t detective’s ever sleep?
The door was quietly pushed open and he stepped in. The light came from the TV, though there wasn’t any sound. The one who had been watching seemed to have fallen asleep, a folder still held in a gloved hand.
Kid smirked as he walked over to the couch and crouched to the side of the other, carefully removing the file and placing in on the ground as he leaned in to speak in Hakuba’s ear in a low voice.
“I can’t imagine that this would be a comfortable place to sleep, tantei.~”
Hakuba had been working on a report that was due tomorrow. It was for a case he’d helped the police with the other day. He had decided to pull an all nighter, turning the TV on but keeping it on mute. He’d got about halfway done before he fell asleep, he didn’t even remember falling asleep, just that his eyes had gotten tired, so he’d gotten up to get some tea.
And then closed his eyes to rest them for a few moments.
Hakuba was out cold, in a deep, soundless sleep. He had been dreaming, but he couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about. It wasn’t a nightmare, which was rare these days, and he was enjoying a peaceful sleep. But even as deep a sleep he was in, and although he hadn’t heard anyone enter the house, come into the living room or take his folder from his hands. As soon as a voice whispered in his ear, he was awake and bright eyes.
Hakuba bolted up, though he didn’t really have far to go. His head hit the back of the couch, as he’d slumped a bit in his sleep, and pressed his back as far against the couch as he could. His hand instantly went to his ear and he stared at the one who had woken him from the first good nights sleep he’d had in a while.
And gaped.
KID was crouched down by his legs, face close to his, lips pulled up into a grin. Hakuba just stared at him for a few minuets, shocked, wondering if maybe he was still asleep. Though the longer he sat there in surprise, he started to realize he was not asleep, and that the thief had broken into his house.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Hakuba demanded, his British accent starting to bleed through in his words a bit.
The smirk widened at the detective’s response and he chuckled some at the question. Better reaction than he thought it would be…
The thief put an elbow down on the edge of the cushion, resting a cheek on his hand as he looked at the other, reaching his other arm out to trail gloved fingers along Hakuba’s jawline before stopping at his chin, pulling forward slightly.
"You’re a detective, aren’t you? Why not take a guess?”
Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…
❣ – hopelessly horny
The thief silently closed the door behind him, making sure to latch it back. Hakuba probably wouldn’t have let him in if he’d knocked, especially not considering how he currently looked. Though, the shadows did their best to cover his face, it was still noticeably flushed and he highly doubted his Poker Face was doing much to hide the fact that had… a bit of a need right now.
He looked around as he walked down the hall, noticing a dim glow coming from under the living room door, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Don’t detective’s ever sleep?
The door was quietly pushed open and he stepped in. The light came from the TV, though there wasn’t any sound. The one who had been watching seemed to have fallen asleep, a folder still held in a gloved hand.
Kid smirked as he walked over to the couch and crouched to the side of the other, carefully removing the file and placing in on the ground as he leaned in to speak in Hakuba’s ear in a low voice.
“I can’t imagine that this would be a comfortable place to sleep, tantei.~”
He could stop the other. Tell him that the conversation wasn’t over. Well, it still wasn’t, but he knew the detective would find it strange if he didn’t go to class.
Kaito sighed one last time and waved a hand dismissively.
“Fine, but I want that answer at some point, you know.”
Hakuba turned his head to look at the other before letting out a soft chuckle, shaking his head some. Of course Kuroba would say that. Don’t like something, change it, make it your own way, do what you want; have fun with life. Hakuba knew there was a choice to do that as well, but change? Change was scary. Change was his parents breaking up, change was his father moving back to Japan. Change was the way his body reacted to touch.
Hakuba didn’t like change.
“If only it was that easy.”
Well, at least he hasn’t run off yet…
“It can be. Have you ever even tried? Or have you been too afraid of not knowing what might happen if you did?”
Hakuba’s head snapped to the side with the force of impact, his hair falling in his face. He was quiet, just listening as Kuroba spoke, and all of it was true, every bit of it. Kuroba was important to him. But that was the problem, the teen had gotten under his skin, gotten past the walls he had built, had forced him to build new ones. No one was supposed to be able to get that far; no one. Least of all a thief, a thief who he couldn’t help but be fascinated with, who was Spiders target.
He brought a hand to his cheek and rubbed his with a shaky hand. He wasn’t angry, he was just tired, exhausted, there was something different about Kuroba today, a new variable he wasn’t ready to deal with. He should leave, he should move away, go home, or to class, or somewhere, just not be close to this new Kuroba. This new Kuroba was dangerous.
“I had two choices. I made my choice. This was the path I choose.”
“The path you chose is stupid. And if was the one you felt you had to choose, the other one probably sucks too. So…”
The magician crossed his arms and stared, looking rather unimpressed with the detective.
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