Hakuba watched as he pulled away, and was thankful he kept his arm from touching the ground. His mind was returning, but not completely; he was tired. He was past the point of exhaustion, all the emotions he’d been dealing with, and then this? He just wanted to sleep, rest for a few hours maybe finally get a good nights sleep. He hadn’t had one of those in a long time, not since he started developing feelings for Kuroba.

Right, his feelings.

He reached up an gripped the collar of his suit jacket and tried to pull him down so he could speak, but the world was already starting to go black with sleep. He swallowed, trying to find his voice; this was important. This was something he had to say, if he didn’t say it now, he knew he would never say it again. He needed Kuroba to know this, no matter how much he would deny it later.

His hand was slipping from the shirt but he finally spoke. “I-” He swallowed again, breath starting to even out. “I…lo…….” The sentence never finished, sleep had taken him and his hand slipped to the floor as he sunk into the darkness.

Kaito was more than a little surprised when Hakuba took hold of his clothes. He did comply with the weak pull, ringing softly as he leaned in, but had been fully expecting to be pushed away, if anything… And if how the detective looked right now and the fact his hand was already starting to lose its grip was anything to go by, he likely was going to…

The other’s voice interrupted his thoughts and he focused back on the face in front of him. Then his eyes started to widen, though Hakuba suddenly passing out kept him from reacting too much beyond that. Surely he hadn’t been about to say… No… more likely not…

…But he could hope.

A gentle smile came up as he reached out with his unsullied hand to cup the side of the other’s face, rubbing a bit at his cheek with the thumb. After a moment he sighed and pulled away again. It was nice that Hakuba hadn’t just left him again, or done something similar… But a passed out mysophobic detective probably shouldn’t be left as he was after that…

The magician slowly stood up, already thinking about what he’d need to do.

First and foremost, a washcloth and new clothes for the other. He was the one who would freak out if left dirty, so he was the priority. The latter would be easy to get, since he already knew where Hakuba’s room was… Hopefully the other wouldn’t mind too much if he briefly went in to get the clothes… The former would be easy as well…. though afterward, he’d have to…

Aaaand now his face was bright red. Great. After what he’d just done, one would think he wouldn’t get so embarrassed by the idea, but nope. The more composed side of him had already drawn back, and he wasn’t distracted by a needy detective, so… the self-consciousness was hitting him quite hard.

He shook his head and tried focusing on what he had to do right now instead, finally moving to collect what he needed. The only time he stopped was to wash his hands and consider his own clothes. The jacket was easy to deal with, just taking it off and folding it in so that the soiled side wouldn’t be seen. The shirt underneath was fine and so were his pants, for the most part. But really, he didn’t particularly care himself so much as he knew Hakuba would probably not be happy to see it tomorrow.

Right. Focus. Get the tantei clean, then worry about later.

~~(Awkward Kai washing and changing Hakuba’s clothes goes here, because he’s too embarrassed to write it out and it would be too long)~~

Kaito stretched after finally having gotten the detective settled on the couch. He’d put the other clothes folded off to the side for now, though he had a sneaking suspicion Hakuba was going to burn them anyway later… Ah, well.

He glanced over at the discarded blanket he’d placed over the detective earlier, debating for a moment before leaving it where it was, instead leaving the room again and returning with his cape. It wasn’t as good for heat, but it did cover, and the fire was warm enough to make up for any lack of insulation.

Looking at the blanket again, he finally went over and picked it up, holding it in his hands a moment before starting to fold it. The only real reason he hadn’t used it was because… well… he would rather it be associated with the peaceful moment before the slight mess happened than being used right afterward, even if he’d personally made sure everything was fine.

He put it on the floor to the side of the couch and hesitated before going over to Hakuba one more time, brushing back some hair to put one more kiss on his forehead. Then he sat down in front of the couch, crossing his arms lightly and stretching his legs out in front of him as he leaned his head back on the cushion. Aaaand it was then that he felt something beneath him and he was reminded that he still had the tail. And the ears.

Huh…

Half a thought went to wondering if he should take them off, but he really didn’t care enough to. He just pulled the tail out from under him and laid it off to the side, looking at his hand for a moment afterward before smiling and returning it to where it was, getting comfortable and letting the warmth of the fire and the sound of the other’s breathing carry him off to sleep as well.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

It didn’t take very long.

Hakuba squirmed as much as he was able to, bucking his hips up into the hand around his erection, gasping and moaning punctured only by whines and soft cries as the head of his cock was rubbed. He could feel it coming, he trembled, legs shaking as he clung to Kuroba, eyes wide before finally crying out loudly, back arching almost painfully as he came. His hips bucked up a few times during his orgasm before he collapsed against the couch, arms sliding to his side.

He was panting,. heavily, eyes half lidded, exhausted and finding it very hard to keep his eyes open.

He couldn’t hide the smile that rose up as Hakuba finally got his release. He used the hand to stroke the detective’s member a few more times before pulling it away, and put on last kiss on the other’s neck. Then he reluctantly moved back completely, making sure not to put his arm down on the ground.

Now came the less fun part.

After all that, Hakuba was sure to calm down and get over wanting to be touched. He’d likely go take a shower or something immediately. But what else he might do, Kaito wasn’t sure. Tell him to leave? Just walk off and not say anything again?

He looked down at himself before looking back up at the detective.

He couldn’t really do much but wait and see, right now…

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba swallowed when he saw the other smirk, and he wondered if he was going to be teased again. He arched when the head of his cock was rubbed and let out a soft whine, it did seem like he was going to. He was going to protest, but he moaned as he felt the other start to stroke him properly. His eyes went wide and he reached up to grip Kuroba’s suit jacket, even the slow grind of his hand feeling amazing.

This was different then when he did it with himself. Then he could only focus on how dirty he was getting, and the pain in his hands, but when Kuroba did it, it sent nothing but pleasure through his body. He felt like an exposed nerve, like with even the slightest touch he’d be pushed over the edge, and he found himself quickly reaching the point of orgasm. It was rather embarrassing really, but he was new to all this.

Hakuba didn’t hesitate with his kiss this time, though it still stayed just the press of lips, and he whined into it as his hips were held down. He wanted to buck, his hips thrusting up as much as the hand would allow. He tightened his grip on the suit jacket, moving an arm around the back of his neck to hold on better, scared that he’d fall if he let go.

Honestly, he was having fun. He probably shouldn’t be, considering Hakuba wouldn’t always be like this, but he was enjoying being able to touch, kiss, and pull these sounds out of the detective. Even though the thief had managed to pull himself back, he could feel a rush of possessiveness wanting to rise up, saying that Hakuba was his. His detective to play with, to stay with, to love. He’d all but forgotten that he was technically the pet right now, the bell largely being ignored by this time. Oh, he still had enough awareness to know how this had started happening, and that he shouldn’t go too far, else he’d be hurting the other later. But with even the persona that he fell back behind gradually starting to lose control, Kaito knew he really would need to finish this quickly.

Luckily, he also knew the other was close.

His hand picked up speed, maintaining a firm, but not harsh, pressure as it ran up and down the shaft, sliding his hand back up over the head to go down the entire length of his cock as he worked, still maintaining the hold on the the detective’s hips, though he did allow for some of the movement. Enough that Hakuba shouldn’t feel too held back, but kept back so that it wouldn’t throw off the pace of anything the thief was doing. And much as he liked his detective’s lips, he also wanted to hear the other. So he let his mouth trail down to put kisses on Hakuba’s neck, licking a few times on his way down, but not sucking at any point.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba wanted Kuroba to stop teasing him.

He wanted his full hand around his erection, not just the two fingers brushing against him. He couldn’t take that, it was too much. He was starting to ache with the need to cum, and the light touched of his fingers just weren’t enough. His face flushed deeper, and it seemed he hadn’t conveyed himself enough for him to understand. He couldn’t ask it out loud, the thought to embarrassing, even when he was this far gone.

He swallowed, moving Kuroba’s wrist downward and pressing it against his erection and then reached down to curl his fingers around his hand, so Kuroba’s hand was wrapped around him. He hoped this got the message through loud and clear, he was already rather embarrassed at just doing this. It just felt so good. When he did it, all he could think about was how dirty his hands were, or going to get, and the pain from his sores and blisters rubbing against skin.

“P-Please, Kuroba-kun.”

…Oh…

He couldn’t help the slight blush that came up when the other had him take hold of his member, though it was more out of not realising what Hakuba had wanted than by the action itself. He had teased a bit after undoing the pants, but he’d had every intention of getting to actually helping the other soon afterwards. Really, that was why the wrist grab had confused him so much… He hadn’t been sure exactly what the other had been telling him to stop doing. It was almost as though they’d both been restricted in what they could say…

Eyes flicked down to his hand before going back to Hakuba’s face and he smirked.

…But he supposed he could make up for the miscommunication some.

The thief gave the head a few quick rubs with his thumb before slowly starting to pump, gradually picking up speed. And as he was working on that, he moved forward some and leaned in to take the detective’s lips again, other hand sliding down to put a firm hold on the other’s hip to keep some of Hakuba’s movement under control.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

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.

Memories of Sorrow

x

Confetti flew through the air as the sound of cheering echoed from all around. Smiles and clapping, all directed at the man on stage, who took a bow, smiling as he always did, before setting the black box he had been using off to the side, spinning it upside down as he did, his assistant coming to take it backstage soon afterwards. As the magician, began preparing for the next trick, his eyes passed over the crowd and something flashed through his eyes for a moment, focusing in on the back of the room before he turned his attention back to what was left onstage.

The next part was an escape. One he’d done and had practiced at so many times he could perform it blindfolded. Which, he actually /had/ done before, if only in front of his family as a test.

Which is why the chaos that filled the room soon after he’d entered the suspended white box, shackled and tied as per usual, came as all the more of a shock to the yound child stood there, staring up at the stage while other people ran past him in panic.

What was going on? How had the fire started? Where was Jii-chan? Why had his father not come out yet? Why was no one trying to /help/ him?

It wasn’t until the boy felt a hand grab his arm and start to try and pull him away that he came out of the void his thoughts had been spiralling into and he protested. He faught against the insistent tug, yelling and reaching towards the stage, trying to get someone, /anyone/, to realise the magician hadn’t come out of the box. That he was still inside while the flames were crossing the stage hungrily.

But no one heard him above the sounds of the screaming and scared cries of the audience who, only minutes ago, hadn’t been able to turn away from the man they were now leaving behind. The pull slackened and a figure came to block his view of the platform, picking him up and throwing the child over a shoulder, taking him away, screaming and struggling. A head turned up one last time towards the stage, tears falling down and eyes widening as part of the rafters fell, debris and smoke completely hiding everything just before the boy was taken out.

He didn’t even notice when he was put down. Everything in his mind had gone silent as he stared at the building, eyes wide and unfocused, tears streaming down his face. A choke, and a trembling started. Then he slowly bent down. His arms reached across himself to grab tightly, almost painfully at each other, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel it. Nothing was hurting more than his heart right now, anyway.

“Tou-san…”

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba let out a soft breath as his back hit the couch, though it had been softly, and tightened his grip on Kuroba’s hair slightly. Though his mind protested, tried to tell him where this was leading, what that wopuld mean, he ignored it. He instead gave into the desires of his body, their aching need to be touched, held and loved. He hadn’t allowed anyone to love him like this since he was ten year old. He’d been lost, stumbling around in the desert and dying of thirst without even realizing it.

That was the worst part of all.

When Kuroba pulled back, Hakuba looked up at him with glazed eyes, squirming a little as his pants became much to tight for his liking. He ached, he ached with a need for release, something he normally dreaded and hated – it hurt with his hands as they were, and it was disgusting – but when Kuroba did it, it was different somehow. Like even though he knew it was dirty and had to take a shower after, and scrub himself clean, he enjoyed it.

He often had a hard time calming down afterwords.

He shivered as fingers traced his jaw and cheek, swallowing around the lump in his throat, wanting to ask for more, but to embarrassed to. He didn’t know how to say; touch me, make me feel good, without wanting to sink into the couch and die. He closed his eyes when lips met his forehead and let out a soft sigh, wanting more, to be touched and loved more, to indulge in his bodies desires just this once, to show Kuroba how he truly felt. That he had fallen for him, him and his thief-half. That he wanted nothing more then to be with him every hour, every minuet, every second of the day, to laugh and and just be.

He wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter that he was a detective, he longed to move past friendship and into something more.

He thoughts were cut off with a loud, startled moan as he felt Kuroba’s tongue on his fingers. He arched his back and whimpered as he took it into his mouth. His face flushed and his panting returned as he squirmed, his hardened cock straining against his dress pants, aching to be touched. And then finally, finally Kuroba touched him there and Hakuba let out a cry, eyes wide, hips bucking up against the finger. It was too much and yet not nearly enough, he wanted more, needed more.

“K-Kuroba-kun…” Hakuba’s voice was breathless and he stared at him with eyes glazed with lust and want. “P-Please…”

He’d been noticing how increasingly hot he was getting in the suit, and the sounds coming from Hakuba were making it much worse. And he felt a bit of surprise and satisfaction at the other’s response to the touch, not having expected the detective to have gotten this bad. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to it….

Either way, a small part of the thief was beginning to feel proud at putting the other in his current state, the worry about how the other would react to all of this afterward being pushed away by the look in the Hakuba’s eyes, the want found both there and in his words.

Not a bad expression…

He had to hold back a smirk as he added a couple of more fingers with the one he was already working on and looked back down, starting to hum absently as he did. The other hand rubbed at the tight section of the detective’s pants a few more times before moving to undo the button and slowly pull down the zipper, teasing at what was underneath with small brushes of his fingers.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba whines softly when his knees hit the ground,. though thankfully it wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. The whine was more directed at the fact that Kuroba was no longer licking and sucking his fingers. He looked up at the other with large, glazed eyes, face flushed all the way from his neck to his ears. He wanted more, needed more, he was aching. His pants were too tight and he was too hot and he needed something, some sort of release.

He rubbed his thighs together, squirming a little and opened his mouth to protest the lack of action, when Kuroba leaned in. Hakuba made a happy sound, and then one of shock as the others lips closed over his own. His eyes went wider then they had been before and arms rested on his shoulders, though neither pushing nor pulling, just resting there. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, there was an alarm going off, a shouting protest that this had gone too far, that he was kissing Kuroba, that this was a bad idea.

It was just drowned out by the sounds of his pounding heart, of the blood rushing through his veins, of the heat that was gathering in his abdomen. He let out a quiet, needy whine into the kiss and slowly his hand slid from his shoulder to tangle in the others hair, kissing back, though it was only the added pressure of his own lips against the others.

He wasn’t pushed away.

He didn’t set off any attack that he could see.

And Hakuba was kissing him back.

Kaito let out a small, happy sound and he tried to push against the detective a bit more, his own arm pulling the other from behind on his back as his desire started to grow. He wanted to go further. Make the kiss even deeper, break apart with both of them gasping for air, give more kisses as they pulled off each other’s clothes, fill the silence with moans and gasps and cries as they-

He needed to stop.

The kiss was held for a minute, allowing himself enjoy the pressure and the fingers in his hair before he slowly pulled away with a small smile, the bell ringing a bit as he did. His darkened eyes were soft as he stared at Hakuba, the hand on the back coming around to trace his fingers along the other’s cheek and jaw.

The detective, no matter what state he was in, likely wouldn’t be comfortable with going much further than what had happened last time. And even then, he really hadn’t been happy with what had happened. Hakuba may not like anything that’s happening right now later… but he didn’t want to scare him off completely by going too far and overstepping boundaries.

He needed to back off some and end this quickly.

The thief gently put his lips to the other’s forehead before taking hold of the hand he’d been working on and bringing it up between them. He gave the fingers a few more licks before finally taking one into his mouth and sucking, sliding it in and out some as the hand that had been on Hakuba’s face moved down. He paused for a moment to glance at the other’s face before he rubbed a finger along the bulge in his pants, ready to pull back if the detective wanted him to stop.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

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.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba stared up at Kuroba the entire time, swallowing and frightened. He’d opened himself up, completely shattered all of his defenses, leaving him raw; what if he was rejected? How many times had he pushed the other away? How many times had he told him off? How many times did he tell the other he wasn’t interested? It would be his own fault if the other said no, he’d have no one to blame but himself. Kuroba had opened up to him a long time ago, and he’s rejected him at every turn; Why should he do the same?

When his wrist was released, his heart started to pound in his chest, and he watched, waiting with baited breath. Then came the smile, soft but there. Hakuba made a soft sound as the other nodded, the soft chime of the bell bringing tears to his eyes. He gently brushed his cheeks, trying to tell him how much this meant to him, without saying it out loud, scared his own words would ruin the moment.

He brushed his thumb against Kuroba’s bottom lip one more, shivering before gently, and slowly, pushing his thumb inside, allowing Kuroba to set the pace. Once inside he pressed the pad of his thumb against his tongue and he sucked in a breath, letting it out in a soft, low whine.

He let the thumb slide past his lips, opening his mouth slightly. When it made contact with his tongue, he waited for a second to see if Hakuba was doing anything else before he began to work, moving his tongue out from under the digit to let it go over the other’s skin. The magician wasn’t too focused on the task, though.

He was watching the detective. Now that he was less focused on stopping Hakuba, he was beginning to realise he’d never actually seen the detective so… well, emotional. Yelling, crying, pleading… Giving how he honestly felt. Hakuba may not normally lie, per se, but if he kept all of his emotions pent up inside him all the time… it was no wonder he couldn’t hold it back anymore when faced with a rush of even more of them. Not that he was one to talk about keeping things hidden, even if the other knew a part of the biggest one he had…

He continued for a minute or so before reaching the hand back up to the other’s wrist again, this time pulling it gently away, sucking any excess saliva from the thumb before it left, eyes never leaving the other’s face. The fingers loosened and slid down until they rested underneath Hakuba’s palm, his thumb coming out from underneath to rub across the other’s fingers.

It didn’t take much observational skills to notice that Hakuba was wanting focus put on his hands, with the shuddering and the nice whine especially. But putting dry fingers into his mouth wasn’t the best way of doing this…

Kaito held his gaze a moment longer before turning his head down to kiss the back of the detective’s hand before gently running his tongue along the fingers, making sure to flick every now and again and get in between them.