Chapter 21: As One
First of all, as always...thank you so much for your comments last chapter! Looking over it after I published it, there were a LOT of things which were not coherent which messed up the flow of the chapter... or just made it extrememly difficult to follow. I fixed it to a degree, so if you were confused or unsatisfied, try reading it again-I THINK it says things more clearly now :) If not, please feel free to give me your suggestions. I'm always happy to make adjustments to past chapters to help the overall flow of the story.
And now onto this chapter...Soooo, I'll admit it. Over half of this chapter is entirely T+ or M-rated...and it includes, among other thigns, the most lemony sequence I've ever written, but I hope it comes across well-enough, and not purely as lemon for the sake of lemon! So sorry to those who this doesn't settle well with, but I can't write parts of this without making it semi porny...it's important to the story! But I'll mark where the M-rated section begins, so you can adjust for your reading pleasure!
To put it plainly, WARNING: Male-Male sex. there ya go.
There is also a fair amount of sappy, cheesy language here...though that's pretty typical for me. Gotta work on toning that down!
Well, now that's taken care of...I really hope you enjoy it! ...and as always...Please review! :D I can't even begin to tell you...this story would have probably stopped around the first 2 or 3 chapters if you guys hadn't given me such awesome feedback. So THANK YOU. That it has come to this point is because of you...so please help me to push through to the end! ;D Thank you!
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His eyes were closed when they finally parted, but the feeling lingered. Like so much of what they did together, everything, no matter how commonplace, seemed to carry more significance than should have been explainable, and this kiss was no exception. Beyond the physical sensation, it had held in it a depth of feeling which coursed through them, washing away any lingering sadness, doubt or insecurity... It was a kiss of pure understanding, acceptance, love…of them. And it brought the previous discussion to a neat and certain close, an unbreakable seal on their promises to each other.
Kaito's short gasp and the way his hands tightened behind Shinichi's neck instantly made the detective's heart-rate accelerate, increasing his body heat beyond its already abnormally heightened state. Is this just from the kiss? But for all its fierceness, its intensity, it wasn't an uncomfortable heat.
Heart pounding, he wrenched open his eyelids…But the look in Kaito's eyes, though certainly surprised, was a far cry from an expression anyone could call unhappy, or even worried…Kaito's eyes were quite nearly sparkling, gleaming as they washed over him hungrily, focused on his features as if he hadn't seen him in ages…
"Uh," He started feebly in a low whisper, his eyes widening as Kaito continued to hold his gaze, the magician's happy expression raising his suspicions-his hopes. That grin, bleeding in full from beneath the Kaitou hat, was bypassing Kid-manic to mingle with an extra, more private flavor-a smile he reserved for Shinichi.
"Hi, Meitantei," he whispered, breath hitching a little as he said it, his eyes never wavering from their focus on deep cerulean.
Slowly, his eyes still glued to Kaito's, Shinichi moved his hand up to touch his face testingly, and where his fingers should have met the soft, rounded features of a child, he felt sharper facial contours. Numbly looking down, he gazed fixedly at his long, lean hand-a still skinny, but now right-aged appendage.
Relief and joy welling up in his chest like a geyser on its way out, Shinichi felt a smile to rival Kaito's make its way onto his face, and without pause, he dove forward and flung his arms around his neck. Squeezing him and laughing, caring not for an instant that he was acting more like a little kid than Conan ever did, he nuzzled into Kaito, delivering a few happy, insistent kisses to his collarbone before pulling back slightly to grin at him in bemused, elated satisfaction, bordering on disbelief.
Kaito's eyes were still fixed on him in wide-eyed, slightly slap-happy shock, but then said, completely seriously, "Shin-chan, you're...ginormous!" A wide grin broke out on his face and Shinichi rolled his eyes at the slightly outdated movie quote. [I do not own Hook, unfortunately... :( ]
"Yeah, I guess...it's working again," Shinichi said, half-to-himself. Smiling back at Kaito, he said, again, his voice slightly giddy, "Looks like it's working again, huh?"
Blinking and grinning back, Kaito said "Looks like it, and as usual, no complaints on this side...not to take away from your absolutely devastating cuteness as Co-chan, but...hmm, PDA is just a hell of a lot easier this way!" He winked and laughed, but the emotion pouring from his eyes was genuine, and unable to resist, he leaned down and took Shinichi in his arms once again, hugging him tightly to him. Savoring the feeling of long, strong arms wrapping around him in answer, he sighed in deep satisfaction into the safety of his detective's sturdy, affectionate hold. After a while, Kaito's face buried in Shinichi's hair, he somewhat reluctantly broke the contented silence. "Should we get out of this thicket, Shinichi?"
Shinichi just nodded into the crook of Kaito's neck, and as a wave of sleepy, happy assurance washed over him after the night's topsy-turvy occurrences, he let Kaito half-support him as he toppled forward slightly. Laughing, they stood up together, and together, they began to walk, arms automatically finding their most natural positions around each other…
Kaito, being an inch or so taller than Shinichi (nothing significant, but still a fact which brought a 'kissable pout' to his Shin-chan's face), slung an arm over his shoulders as the detective wrapped his own arm tightly around Kaito's waist.
For a time, they just walked together like this, drawing even closer together as they continued, Shinichi's head finding a comfortable spot on Kaito's shoulder. They were absorbed, not only in the reassuring touch of the other, but also in a private world they constructed as they talked and laughed. Fueled by the ecstasy of the moment, they shared happy memories and future hopes indiscriminately before devolving into silly fantasies, several such being a series of highly involved 'what-if Homes-Lupin scenarios' Kaito began to act out in earnest. Shinichi rolled his eyes as his boyfriend's quasi-fanfiction began, more and more, to resemble a certain relationship a little too much to ignore.
"What's, wrong, Shin-chan?" Kaito whispered, smiling and nuzzling his ear.
Twitching a little despite himself at Kaito's tone, husky yet laced with humor, Shinichi turned slightly to see the familiar Kid-grin baring its fangs once again.
"What's wrong with a little role-playing?" Kaito pushed again, grinning and winking suggestively.
Sputtering a little and blushing, Shinichi's intended snarky, embarrassed response was cut off en route by another sensation, climbing up, tingling maddeningly through his lower body and up his chest to settle in hot, confused heat as he lost himself in Kaito's eyes and certain images evoked by Kaito's suggestion.
The ultimate rivals, competitors, equal challengers…the thrill of the chase, the wonderful mental exercise, the necessity both to plan ahead and improvise-and afterwards, hot, searching, hungry embraces, full of passion, of…
A light flick on his nose wrenched Shinichi from his thoughts…
"What was that for?" Shinichi squawked, glaring at his boyfriend in vague shock as he covered his nose to protect it from further abuse.
"Don't go having fantasies about us without letting me in on them, Shin-chan," Kaito admonished, wagging his finger and clucking his tongue, grinning at the heightened blush and look of red-handed shock on his detective's face.
"Wh-what? No! I wasn't…" Shinichi trailed off.
Laughing, manic grin morphing a shade into a haughty smirk which somehow felt more personal, though still knowing and obviously shouting how cat-got-the-canary pleased he was with himself, Kaito leaned in and whispered. "Won't you share with the rest of the class, Meitantei-san?"
Returning his smirk with greater-than-equal fervor, Shinichi leaned in to whisper back, "be patient, thief-san, and maybe I'll show you." His eyes glinted, and Kaito stared, then squeaked, his face taking on several interesting expressions beneath his monocle as he then gripped Shinichi more firmly and sped up their pace noticeably.
"Do you know where we're going?" Shinichi asked him after a little while, realizing as soon as the words left his mouth how unnecessary they were, but he, himself, was barely conscious of how they had made it from the clearing by Akako's to here (wherever HERE was), and that thought unnerved the normally hyper-observant detective. But perhaps it was understandable in this case. He'd been quite occupied, afterall, by the person at his side and the pure, simple fact that he could now rest his head on his shoulder while walking …and he'd been distracted, as well, by another niggling awareness which he was trying desperately to interpret, to get a handle on…
[~T+ section! Skip if you want!~]
He had noticed from pretty much the instant he and Kaito had settled into their dark-forest-stroll, a little insistent tug within him which could only be, as far as his somewhat mottled brain could guess, due to the sudden resurgence of adult male hormones in his body. For some reason or other, the damn demanding cry of his libido seemed to be much more…unyielding…than he had felt it before...
Perhaps it had been overridden by shock during the first few transformations, and then perhaps that coupled with the frequency of the transformation for a while had kept things…more under control...
But now, after having been trapped with his adult mind in Conan's body without respite for three weeks, with a readily available and attentive boyfriend constantly at his side, yet lacking the privacy or…tools…to really do anything about it, it was as if his mind or something in his body held over from those weeks had been taking tabs, with interest, and his body was currently, as Hattori might put it with typical polite tastefulness, ready to 'jump that thief's bones.'
Gritting his teeth and determining to fight his lack of self-control, Shinichi nevertheless pressed a little closer to Kaito as they walked, his grip around his waist tightening, his arms slipping a little lower, but he pushed his hand forward resolutely to grip Kaito's hand in it, keeping it effectively away from anywhere more…dangerous…
Raising his eyes, first at the roaming hands of his detective and then further at a certain hot pressure he could swear he felt pressed against his left thigh, Kaito eyed Shinichi in amused, and flattered, curiosity.
Noticing the tension in his face, Kaito merely laughed merrily, moving his hand from Shinichi's shoulder to cradle the nape of his neck, leaning in to settle his face in the crook. Breathing in the vaguely citrusy scent of Shinichi's skin, he whispered "We're not far, now. Your place or mine?"
"Which…which is closer?" Shinichi gulped out. Their even closer proximity and Kaito's hot breath against his neck were not helping (though parts of him begged to differ).
"Mine," Kaito answered, eyes glinting, as the thinning trees finally trailed off into the edge of a park in Ekoda.
Having removed his Kid-hat, jacket, tie and monocle at some point along the way, Kaito was now sporting his blue dress shirt in a way that made it casually-sexy, Shinichi mused. The top button undone, it just hinted at the beautiful, muscled torso beneath. What a tease…he should at least unbutton a FEW more…oi, KUDO! What the hell is wrong with you?
The answering voice also being unhelpful, Shinichi simply gritted his teeth again, clutching firmly to Kaito's hand as they resumed their banter, each occasionally sneaking knowing, intended-to-be surreptitious glances at each other.
[~T+ section over!~]
"Thanks, by the way," Shinichi said suddenly, slicing through the awkward (in his view) and humorous (in Kaito's), erotically-charged atmosphere.
"Hm?" Kaito turned to him, a smile playing on his lips, and he tilted his head inquiringly.
"For what you said back there," Shinichi explained quietly. "That's why I was able to change back, I'm sure of it. You helped me work through my problems, Kai. I've been blind sighted by something which should have been so clear…and I've been stymieing myself…us…with my own insecurities and I'm-I'm sorry…"
Pulling him close, Kaito answered, his voice soft and serious. "You have nothing to apologize for, Shinichi. Besides, we've had enough apologies for one evening, and I'm just glad things are a little clearer, now. And I understand. Sometimes it's just really hard to see things from the inside, huh?"
Smiling back at the warm look in Kaito's eyes, Shinichi nodded and leaned back on his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze around the middle in thanks, letting his actions speak for themselves.
Looking up at the angle of the moon, something seemed to occur to Shinichi, and he quickly wrenched his cell from his pocket, typing out a text before answering Kaito's inquisitive glance.
"Just thought I'd give Ran the short version so she doesn't freak out when I'm not there in the morning. I left out the witch but made it clear that…Conan…is quite unavailable at the moment so we'll need an alibi."
"Maybe you should text scary scientist Ojosan, too, then," Kaito suggested, yawning. "At least you won't have to actually talk to her at this hour," he added cheerfully.
"Don't bet on it," Shinichi groaned. "She likes to stay up all night, damn vampire she is, always draining my blood for her experiments..." he grumbled, drawing a chuckle from Kaito. With a sigh, he sent her a text anyway, asking that she and Agasa be on hold as a possible alibi, and was pleased not to see an immediate, annoyed response.
It was with happy, sleepy smiles that they wandered up Kaito's street, hands still clutched in the anonymous light of the moon, and slipped quietly into the house.
"This is my first time here as myself," Shinichi commented as he toed off his shoes, looking around in interest for anything he may have missed from his shorter stature…
"Again, I don't see the difference," Kaito said, winking back at him as he vanished his Kaitou shoes with a snap. "Can you make yourself comfortable, Shin-chan? I kind of forgot to give the doves their midnight snack and they get cranky, you know." With a laugh and a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned forward and kissed Shinichi deeply, his one still-gloved hand finding its way up to tangle in his hair. Moving up to kiss Shinichi's half-lidded eyes, Kaito grinned again. "I'll be right back, my love, but feel free to wander," he said before winking again and flying soundlessly up the stairs.
Smiling, Shinichi began to explore the house more completely and at greater leisure than he had before. It was a nice, comfortable house which gave the distinct impression of a place well lived-and-loved-in. Somehow, just walking around and seeing little stray evidence of his magically-inclined boyfriend brought a filling, sustaining warmth to his heart. His eyes grazing over rubber chickens, decks of cards and odd little sparkling gadgets (I wonder if Kaito built them?), he was then distracted by rows and rows of picture-frames, dotting the mantelpiece, the living room table, various bookshelves, sitting beside planters…everywhere, pictures of a happy, smiling, wild-haired boy. Sitting on his father's neck, hanging upside-down from monkey bars, caught mid-jump between his parents, splayed-out sleeping…the memories of a happy childhood.
Though pictures weren't as common after a certain age (ten if Shinichi thought about it, his heart wincing slightly), there were still enough of a Kaito looking more like the young man he knew, grinning manically next to a scowling girl Shinichi instantly recognized as Aoko, arms wrapped from behind around a woman who must have been his mother…
Then there was one picture, placed high-up, once perhaps intended to be a place of honor, keeping it safe from the curiously grabby hands of a blooming young magician, which caught Shinichi's attention. It was Christmas, clear from the gloriously decorated tree in the background, and it again showed a young Kaito, grinning with wild hair, wrapped in his parents' arms. That tree looks so familiar… Staring a little closer, he noticed something else. Kaito was grinning ecstatically, but not at his parents, and not at the camera. He was staring off-camera, as if he were sharing a secret smile with someone not in the picture.
Shinichi was considering this, wondering who it could be-a friend? A family member? Were they still close? as a flap of wings distracted him and a pure-white dove flew into the room, landing neatly on his shoulder before affectionately nibbling at his ear.
Eyes wide in surprise, Shinichi gently reached up to pet the dove's soft feathers, smiling as the bird cooed softly and arched into his hands.
"Well, what do you know?" Came Kaito's voice from the doorframe where he stood, grinning widely and watching the interaction with interest. "Yuzu remembered you!"
"W-what?" Shinichi stared at him blankly. "How could she…? She only met me as Conan. She couldn't have known we were the same-"
Wagging his finger again, and making tsk noises, Kaito simply drew forward and put an arm around Shinichi, drawing him together with the bird out of the room and up the stairs. "It's magic!" He chirped, winking.
Shinichi rolled his eyes and was about to make some skeptical remark as per usual, but stopped as he was opening his mouth. Even if this were different, hadn't he just started to accept that maybe…there were forces which couldn't be explained entirely by logical deduction? Or perhaps, it helped him to think, the logical deduction being that "having eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," believing in magic (he still winced at the thought) might not be so counter to his solid way of looking at the world.
After all, the Apotoxin was a pretty good blow to that itself. That it's scientifically explainable doesn't change the fact that the effects are absurd…maybe I can think of this similarly. Just another brand of something like science, another field to learn…
Presently he noticed they were in Kaito's room, and the magician was grinning at him, head tilted in questioning. "Whacha thinking about, Shin-chan?" He asked, flopping down on the bed.
Shinichi sat down beside him with a slight sigh. "Oh, just about how arrogant I used to be, thinking I knew it all, that I understood everything, that I could solve anything with my detective work," he responded honestly, a slightly sardonic smile playing on his lips.
Kaito shrugged. "Well, that's just part of being young, brilliant and inexperienced, right? I can relate!" He laughed and Shinichi punched him lightly.
"I was looking at the pictures, downstairs," Shinichi started after their laughing died down. "They…your parents seem great. You guys must have been trouble all together," he smiled at the thought.
Grinning back and stretching, Kaito leaned over onto Shinichi's chest, and the detective wrapped one arm around him, beginning to play with his hair with the other. "Your deduction would be correct, as always, Meitantei."
Leaning down to kiss Kaito lightly on the lips, Shinichi's eyes wandered up to the poster of Kuroba Toichi on Kaito's wall and a little pang of regret and hurt stung him momentarily. "I wish…I wish I could have met him," Shinichi said softly, continuing his ministrations to Kaito's hair, letting his hands wander down to his face and neck, gently massaging his fingers over Kaito's skin, feeling and memorizing the contours he knew so well by sight.
Sighing a little and hugging Shinichi around the middle, Kaito answered "He would have loved you. I wish you could have known him, too…"
Crouching over and pulling Kaito closer until the two were sprawled back on the bed facing each other, Kaito half-splayed on top, Shinichi wound his arms tightly around him, lightly kissing his neck. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into him. "Bringing up things like that, I just…I'm curious, about where you come from and…" smiling into Kaito's piercing indigo, Shinichi continued, voice serious: "I want you to know, Kai, that I'll never leave you. I'll do my best to stay by your side for-"
Hugging him back insistently, Kaito struggled with words for a minute before finding his voice, lifting up from Shinichi's chest so his speech wouldn't be muddied. "Likewise, Shinichi. And don't worry…I miss him, but I know I'm not alone anymore." He chuckled a little, softly, nervously at first, but softening. "The thought still terrifies me a little, to be honest. If something were to happen to you…even the thought just…" He twitched involuntarily and Shinichi pulled him closer, firmly planting his lips on his forehead. Looking up at Shinichi, his voice softer and more determined now, Kaito smiled. "But as you said, we'll be fine as long as we're together, right?"
Shinichi could only nod into those eyes which spoke ages to him, those deep pools which had drawn him in and which now basically formed the strata of his world. He could practically say he lived in those eyes, he was so fully immersed in them, yet at the same time he knew he could only fathom their depth. Exploring the facets and dark corners could take a lifetime. Which sounds, he thought with conviction, like a wonderful way to spend a life.
As Kaito's words rebounded, washing over him, he felt his body tingling in nervous anxiety at the fears which were engrained just as deeply in his own heart as in Kaito's…And for a time they just watched each other, silently stroking each other's faces, legs tangled in an embrace of their own. As they continued to hold each other, Shinichi's heart clenched more and more, and slowly the momentary fear dulled, pushed away by the very real presence of his magician, of his thief. Kaito was there before him, and he was his. Never. He would never let anyone take him away. He promised this to himself and Kaito as he stared at him, a firm, warm determination solidifying in his chest. But still he said nothing, just letting a simultaneously painful, pleasurable warm tension build in him, tightening his muscles and focusing him as he continued to stroke Kaito's unmanageable, soft hair.
"Are you tired, beautiful?" Kaito finally asked, moving his head from where he'd been burying it in Shinichi's chest for the last few minutes to look up into his eyes.
Shinichi smiled at him slowly, continuing to stroke his hair, but tightening his grip around him ever so slightly. "That…depends." Something about the way Shinichi was looking at him, something about the determined, focused interest in his dark eyes, suddenly gleaming in the lamplight, activated something within Kaito. Before he knew what was happening, he had begun to crawl up Shinichi's body until they were nose to nose, forehead to forehead, arms wrapped even further around each other.
[Light M-section from here...skip if you would rather not venture close to such suggestive territory...just an advisory!]
Tipping forward ever-so-slightly more, Kaito captured Shinichi's lips in his. Shinichi's reaction was quick, possessive, as he pressed right back against him, reaching up to settle his hands, once again, in Kaito's hair. Shinichi pulled him closer, deepening their kiss, and Kaito let out a little moan which was instantly quelled as Shinichi swallowed it, pressing closer again before angling down, sucking lovingly on Kaito's bottom lip. Keeping one hand settled in Kaito's hair, he slipped his other under his shirt from behind.
Moaning softly once again, Kaito arched into his touch. Smiling into the warmth of Kaito's parted lips, Shinichi pressed their hips together firmly, relishing in the hardening organs between them, and began to rock, letting their hips move in tandem, each touch bringing in a new wave of pleasure, a new, cascading touch of desire. As they continued to move back and forth together, arms around each other, embracing ever-more-tightly, Shinichi gasped as his mind clouded over, as the pleasure of their contact threatened to overpower him, wrenching away his logic, his control.
He smiled at the thought, and then laughed at himself for always analyzing his own reactions. Apparently his detective mind wasn't completely out for the count yet.
"What is it…Shin-chan?" Kaito asked in rasping breaths, pushing through as not to slur his speech, even as his eyes were hazing over, his body building up with that same pleasurable pressure…
"Just thinking about…being logical," Shinichi said, smiling up at him.
He grinned at that. "Oh? Your little detective habit? Meh, there's a time and a place for it, but you can't rely on it all the time," Framing his hands around Shinichi's face, he smiled into the eyes which were fixed right back on him, only him.
"Exactly…what I was thinking," Shinichi responded, smiling. "Kai…would you think less of me if I acted… less than rationally? I…don't want to push you if you're not…"
Eyes widening as he caught on to his detective's train of thought, Kaito gasped almost silently and just stared at him as if this were some kind of a dream…it…couldn't possibly be reality, could it?
After gawking for a time, the only thing he could think to say was "How did I get to be so lucky?" in a hoarse whisper, his eyes still fixed on Shinichi.
Shaking his head, Shinichi smiled before burying his face in Kaito's neck and breathing in deeply, speaking into his soft, floral-smelling skin. "My thoughts exactly."
Shinichi's hot breath threw another switch, and suddenly Kaito became increasingly aware of how close he was, how he was pressing even closer, how he could feel him despite the articles of clothing between them. "I think," Kaito's voice was husky this time as he leaned in to speak softly into Shinichi's ear, tugging lightly at his shirtsleeve. "We need to take…care of some of these…don't you?"
Shinichi shuddered, and Kaito had to bite off a moan just from the sensation he imagined was passing through his Shinichi. When he looked up again at a sudden feeling of cold air interspersed with hot, burningly pleasurable touches, he noticed his shirt was already half-unbuttoned, and in another few seconds, Shinichi had pulled it off entirely. Burying his face in Kaito's chest, breathing in deeply, he then trailed his hot, silky tongue up his chest, drawing some strangled gasps from the magician. Reaching to do the same to Shinichi's shirt, Kaito felt himself stopped in mid-motion, paralyzed by a sudden, very new sensation, as Shinichi's tongue passed over, and began to play with, the little nubs of his nipple.
Arching into him, grasping at the bed sheets, he could feel his blood pumping in every facet of his being as Shinichi began to suck on the nub, extracting one arm from behind so that that hand could gently massage the other, lest he leave it unattended.
"Shi-Shinichi, you're, ungh…." Kissing the right nipple, then slowly trailing his tongue to give the same treatment to the left, Shinichi looked up at Kaito's pleasure-shocked face, grinning. "You like that, Kai?"
"Un, uh…huh…" he gasped out. Shinichi chuckled, swooping up to kiss Kaito, returning him to his senses momentarily before he moved to his ear, whispering, "Mind if I continue?"
"N-no, but," suddenly gripping Shinichi by his biceps, Kaito pushed up, kissing him back, meanwhile using his practiced fingers to remove Shinichi's own shirt in an instant, then slowly moving his hands to explore Shinichi's own chest in detail. "Oh, god you're beautiful, Shin-chan…you are," and he buried his head in Shinichi's chest, breathing in his scent as if it would save his life.
Pressing together, skin against skin, they each explored the other liberally, mouths and hands meeting each other occasionally, but just as often making their way to thoroughly examine any other bit of skin they could reach. Kaito let out a little whimper as Shinichi sucked on the base of his neck, his sensations tingling out of control as he felt the press of Shinichi's teeth beneath his soft, yet firm, lips, and that articulate tongue lashing against him, so brilliant and nimble as he felt his detective marking him as his own.
Pulling back after kissing the now bright-red spot on Kaito's neck, Shinichi smirked a little, examining his work. "Hm, not too bad," he muttered, smiling, as Kaito stared at him in a daze, bringing his hand up to cover the spot, to feel the extra warmth lingering there, that memento of Shinichi's touch, of his deep kiss.
Reaching up and gripping Shinichi by the shoulders, Kaito suddenly lunged forward, kissing him with everything he had, totally losing himself as their mouths and tongues joined together, searching each other, demanding and pleading for more…more contact, more touch, for the other to be truly theirs. Twisting him in his hold, Kaito slammed Shinichi back on the mattress, and Kaito crouched over him, taking a second to let his eyes wash over Shinichi's beautifully formed chest, muscles taught, sweat beading on it, the pace of his heart obvious even from where he was looking at it from above. Plunging down, he began to kiss Shinichi slowly, then picking up the pace, nuzzling his head in his chest, his tongue finding its way into his belly-button before slowly letting it explore more of his chest. Hs own body nearly convulsed at Shinichi's slight whimper as he crossed his nipples, licking his shoulders, his neck, his lips, before kissing him full on the mouth once again.
[~From here TRULY M-rated~]
And then he gasped. Shinichi had undone his pants, and was quickly tugging them down. Then, without sparing an instant for hesitation, hands had slipped into his boxers, and he felt the shocking, incredible feeling of Shinichi's hands wrapping around him, and tightening. He let out a little strangled gasp.
Smiling and kissing Kaito on the lips, Shinichi's head bowed down, and suddenly Kaito's boxers were off entirely, and Shinichi was nuzzling him, nose and hands stroking him gently at the base, his tongue then moving up to lick him lightly on the tip. As Kaito made a strangled sound, half-moan, half-whimper, half plea, Shinichi looked up to meet his eyes over his length, smiling at him.
"Shi-Shinichi, oh god, you are-" And Shinichi took him entirely in his mouth, sucking on him as he let his fingers gently handle the velvety sacks. Each strangled sound Kaito made just made Shinichi more eager to do anything-anything at all that would give him pleasure, anything to make him his, to assure some part of himself that he could never, ever be taken from him.
Kaito's hands had found their blind way down to grip Shinichi's hair as his detective directed and focused every nerve, every facet of attention in his body, his blood flow, everything, to that spot between his thighs. Unintentionally, he thrusted his hips, but Shinichi held on, and the feeling of that warm, brilliant tongue tracing over his…oh gods…
"Oh, Shin, oh goddesses, Shinichi, how are you-" He was cut off again by a forceful suck, his cock hardening even further, as Shinichi pulled off of him, crawling up quickly to kiss his lips again.
Kaito's whine as the painful pleasure down south was left unresolved was squelched effectively as that same mouth captured his own, and he felt lost once again in this contact. The detective left his mouth to trail kisses up to his ear. Still embracing tightly, he said "Don't you think I still have too much on?"
Eyes widening, Kaito's grin turned mischievous almost instantly, as he spun Shinichi around, letting his dexterous hands take care of his pants and boxers in an instant. And then he, as well, was completely bare. They were completely open to each other, completely bare to the world only in this little world of their own. Pressing Shinichi down on his back, hands holding his wrists down on either side of his torso, Kaito slowly let his tongue move down his chest, further and further down, taking Shinichi in him almost instantly, unable to stand leaving that organ waiting for him, so expectantly, so demandingly. Shinichi squirmed beneath him, his moans pushing Kaito to take him even further into his mouth, sucking on him before pulling to the tip, licking him, savoring the white liquid streaming from it as he nuzzled, nibbled and licked it down the side.
A tug on his hair finally pulled him away, and he slid up Shinichi's chest, now slightly wet from pre-cum, tilting his head to ask him what, exactly, he had in mind…
"Kai," Shinichi said, smiling, as Kaito slid up to position himself beside his naked lover on the pillow, one of each of their hands grasping the others' tightly, though Kaito's other strayed back to wrap again around Shinichi's member as he felt its demanding touch pressing firmly against his stomach. Shinichi gasped again, nuzzling into Kaito's neck as he let Kaito continue to stroke him insistently, sighing and gulping, moaning against him. "K-Kai," he tried again…
"Mmm?" Kaito asked softly, trying to keep his voice casual, unable to stop smiling at the tone in Shinichi's voice.
"Do you have…lubri…" he gasped as Kaito's grip tightened involuntarily and his eyes snapped up to meet his.
"Shinichi, you mean…" His eyes widened.
Slight hesitation entered Shinichi's blue as he straightened and looked at Kaito seriously. "Not if you don't want to…"
That was all it took, perhaps the only thing that could possibly have wrenched Kaito away from his current ministrations. Before he knew what was happening, he'd thrown himself around Shinichi with abandon, mouth finding Shinichi's lips, sucking on them, licking them, before drawing up to his eyes and delivering light kisses to them as well, then smiling down at him in wonderment. "You…really…oh, Shin-chan…" And with a grin, he wrenched himself from the bed, flashing another smile and a wave from the door where he stood, stark naked and beaming, at his boyfriend. "Keep it warm for me, k?"
Less than a minute later, he was back from the bathroom with a little jar. "This isn't actually…well, we don't have quite the right stuff," he explained, sitting back down on the bed where Shinichi was lying back, stretched out and looking too-tempting-to-be-legal. "But Vaseline should be okay as long as we wash off, right?"
Taking the container from him and examining it shortly, Shinichi smiled. "Should be fine," he answered softly, his eyes gleaming at him. For a time they just stared at each other, nerves, anticipation, desire and concern for the other mingling in both of them, their mutual feelings conveyed completely in that shared glance.
Slowly crouching over him, kissing him firmly, almost-chastely, Kaito moved slowly down to crouch between Shinichi's spread thighs. As he settled himself there, Shinichi lengthened once again, excited beyond reason purely due to their proximity and to Kaito's presence, for him the ultimate stiumulant, and Kaito felt himself lengthening in response, and he leaned forward almost involuntarily to let his own cock touch against Shinichi's. They both gasped and then they were again pressed together, firmly, rocking together, moving against and with each other, the intimate touch so remarkable, so mind-blowing…
Still pressed against Shinichi, his hips rolling against his, Kaito coated his fingers in the Vaseline. Looking up to meet Shinichi's eyes for reassurance, Kaito smiled, kissed Shinichi's flat, toned stomach, and slowly, gently, pressed one finger into him.
Shinichi gasped as his lover's cold, gentle digit entered him, filling him in a way he had never imagined. Beyond its initial entrance, it was barely uncomfortable in the slightest, instead strangely, incredibly pleasurable. After seeing Shinichi's relaxed expression, Kaito gently pushed a second finger in to join the first. This time, Shinichi did gasp in surprise, the newness of the sensation, something entering him where he was so tight making him somewhat dizzy, but then his breath regulated, settling back to a level still a good deal higher than his baseline. And then he choked as Kaito began to scissor his fingers within him, stretching the narrow tunnel, and any discomfort was washed away instantly in the astonishing, tantalizing pleasure his actions caused.
Grinning at the half-lidded look coming to settle in Shinichi's eyes, Kaito pushed a third finger in, ever-so-slowly, and Shinichi groaned, biting down hard on his lip. Keeping his fingers in, Kaito reached with his other hand to stroke Shinichi's extremely hard member in his other, comfortingly, trying to get him to relax. Slowly, he felt some of the tension around his fingers relax.
"Shin-chan?" He asked, looking up to meet his lover's eyes.
"Mngh?" Was all Shinichi could manage. Kaito smiled at him, hoping Shinichi could read a fraction of the love he was trying to convey to him through his expression.
"Are you ready? If you change your mind, just-" and he was cut off as Shinichi had somewhere found the strength, despite Kaito's hands holding him, embracing him from within and out, on both sides, to reach forward and clutch Kaito's neck, pulling himself up to kiss him passionately. Releasing him, falling backwards on his pillow in satisfaction, Shinichi closed his eyes, smiling. "I'm waiting, Kai," he said. Opening his eyes and keeping his boyfriend glued to him, transfixed, Shinichi's eyes darkened as he let them trail over Kaito's whole muscular body, so poised to pleasure him. "Please, Kaito. I want…to feel you…" Kaito stared at him, his heartbeat going haywire. Looking at him straight-on, smirking a little, Shinichi whispered "I want you."
And without any more hesitation, Kaito coated his own painfully hard cock in the Vaseline and, positioning himself where his fingers had just left, looked up to watch Shinichi's waiting, expectant, lust-filled eyes-a sight which nearly drugged him, made him loony. Pulling Shinichi's thighs to circle arond his hips, all the while staring straight into Shinichi's eyes, he twisted his wrist, presenting Shinichi with the little foil package he had materialized in it. Despite his pleasure-induced high, Shinichi started a little that that little issue had completely slipped his mind. Good thing Kaito was keeping his wits at least somewhat about him...Grinning, he leaned forward and, shaking in nervous anticipation, moved his hands over Kaito's, helping him roll the rubber carefully down his growing length, then looking up and kissing him once more for good measure before falling back, sighing.
Looking at Shinichi in something not unlike the awe for beauty one has when they look at an incredible work of art, though changed and strengthened by other feelings of the more personal and lust-filled variety, he moved back to position himself, took a deep breathe, and gently pushed in. Shinichi's eyes closed, tension instantly settling onto his face, and Kaito paused, despite how demandingly his own body was telling him to keep going, to keep exploring this tunnel of unimagined, unbelievable pleasure…but he instantly looked up, asking worriedly "Shin-chan? Does it hurt?"
Gritting his teeth and finding Kaito's worried eyes with his own, Shinichi shook his head insistently. "No...don't stop, Kaito…"
Nodding, Kaito pressed in further, and felt the warm, velvety walls pressing in on him. Their tightness around him was unbelievable, and with each millimeter he pushed further in, he felt himself crossing some invisible boundary into a world inhabited by the most surreal, unreal sensations. Closing his eyes as he was unable to suppress a low moan of pleasure, he groped forward, finding and nuzzling against Shinichi's cock, now wet with the constant stream of white liquid pouring from it. Kissing it blindly, intoxicated by pleasure, Kaito pushed further in, and finally opened his eyes to see he was completely joined to his Shinichi, his organ completely hidden, eveloped in his lover's body. Looking up in awe and near-disbelief, he met Shinichi's eyes which were shining in love and understanding.
Kaito was completely lost to him, would have done anything the detective asked of him at this point, it occurred to him, but what Shinichi said, his voice raspy and low, filled with some-parts affection, some-parts something more basic, "Move, Kaito." And he did. Slowly at first, but then speeding up, he moved in and out of his lover's body, the thoughts of being joined together flowing through him like a drug, thoughts that Shinichi and Shinichi alone was responsible for this feeling flooding him...and where he had felt his love for this man could not possibly increase any further, he felt it refining, focusing with purpose, with confirmation in this feeling of their two bodies joined as one. Finally, body and soul, they were one.
Where love, affection, lust, desire ended and began, it was impossible to say. They had become so inseparably fused that each new feeling or emotion seemed to flow into and feed the next. Such distinctions no longer mattered, though. For Kaito and Shinichi, all that was was the other as they continued to move, Kaito thrusting more and more violently, Shinichi arching and pushing, blindly attempting to deepen the sensation, to take Kaito even deeper into him. Shinichi's own cock was covered again in the warm caverns of Kaito's mouth, but this time the sensation was fiercer, tighter, Kaito sucking, biting down on him. His gasps were strangled, his cries getting louder and louder, their voices, so similar yet different in such subtle, yet important ways, were mingling, moving together in a passionate duet as they expressed their desire in the forms of each other's names, pleas, gasps, moans, screams…when finally, they came, one after the other, almost in the same heartbeat, they were so in tune with the other.
With a rattling, surging scream, Shinichi came as he had never come before, coating Kaito's mouth, face and both of their chests as Kaito filled Shinichi from the inside with his own torrents of the milky liquid. They collapsed together, Kaito still fully inside of Shinichi, as he splayed himself on his chest, getting himself even more soaked. Lying there bonelessly, he began to simply kiss wherever his mouth was touching, nuzzling in his stomach, breathing and wrapping his arms slowly around Shinichi once again before finally, slowly, pulling out from him, the condom somehow making its way into a trashcan. Crawling up to lie, half on him, half beside him, he grasped Shinichi's hand in his own, and the two, eyes equally glazed, hair almost equally mussed, simply stared at each other, trying to gain some mastery over what had just happened between them.
[M-section over! Almost at the end, too! Aw well...they enjoyed themselves so it's all good D]
Finally feeling a little less light-headed, Kaito pushed closer, kissing Shinichi lightly on the cheek. "Is it redundant to say I love you?" he asked softly.
Shinichi smiled, turning to look at him. "It's still nice to hear," he answered, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.
"Well, then," Kaito said, smiling, trying to sound matter-of-fact, "I guess I'll just have to keep saying it then, huh?"
Not answering him at first, Shinichi just twisted onto him, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his neck. "Love you, too," he whispered. "But we have to change these sheets and take a shower."
"Aw, Shin-chan, can't we do that tomorrow? Come to think of it, it is tomorrow!" Kaito's whine turned into a grin.
Shinichi's retort was cut off by a wide, jaw-breaking yawn and Kaito's 'words of semi-reason' which 'logically' explained that he surely wouldn't remember to wash behind his ears thoroughly enough at this hour after such activities. Before he could offer another retort, Shinichi's breath had regulated, and he was sleeping deeply and calmly, clutched in Kaito's arms. Smiling fit to burst, his heart fuller than he'd practically ever felt it, Kaito kissed him gently on his forehead, pulling the blanket up to cover them both and positioned them together on his pillow. Shinichi clutched in his arms, Kaito soon joined him in sleep, where his dreams continued the fantasy which had just been playing out in real life.
Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it! I definitely enjoyed writing it! I tried to get across the purity of their relationship even during the sex scene...hope it came across!
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