Kaito watched him walk away and managed a half turn to do the same before he was spinning back to him and calling out his name almost desperately. “Hakuba!”
He didn’t want to give him the chance to push him away or stop him before he had a chance to grab him. His hand found the taller shoulder and pulled hard enough to have the detective facing him again and with his free hand he gripped the back of his neck and kissed him passionately and quickly. The kiss had just a bit of claiming bite just before releasing him and the hand tug at the hair at the base of Hakuba’s head then slid delicately through the strands before brushing along the bare skin.
Then he let go, stepped back, and spoke boldly about the one thing he was terrified about. “You will not forget me.”
Hakuba had not expected it. Even with the warning, he’d barely managed to keep his footing and his bags when he was taken, gripped, kissed. Not just kissed, but with so much longing and passion, and it filled his heart with so much emotion all at once that he almost didn’t notice the fact that his face had turned a brilliant shade of crimson. Almost.
After all, he’d just been kissed like that by another man in the International Tokyo Airport, where many, many people were milling about.
Breathless, the detective blinked, struggling to readjust the bags he was holding – which had Watson chirping irritably – and gaped at Kaito for a few seconds before he nodded. “I…”
The boarding call came over the intercom again and Hakuba resisted the siren’s call to look back at the desk, instead forcing his gaze to rest solely on this boy, his Kaito, and gulped, breath choking him.
“I won’t. I won’t forget you. And you don’t forget me, either… or I’ll be quite cross."
He forced a smile at that, running his tongue over his lower lip to taste where he’d been nipped, and nodded to him, stumbling backward a step or two.
"I won’t forget, Kuroba Kaito…” Hakuba was keenly aware of the stares, but ignored them, desperately. He was about to get away from this cursed country, anyway.
“Ja, mon amour.”