Kaito wanted so bad to push him back, to punch his lights out for forcing himself on him but it felt way too good and it had been so long since he was held by someone. As Hakuba’s hand trailed over his spine and side he arch towards him. He shivered as the soft press of his fingers brushed along his sensitive scars. He felt the detective shift and he shifted with him so they fit better.
That was one thing he notice through the fog that they fit. He hadn’t been able to find something like this when he was active. That was months ago and he was getting exceedingly frustrated with himself and Hakuba was … everything he looked for, physically, in a partner but this was still Hakuba. ‘You’re Kaitou KID’ Hakuba.
Its all a mask isn’t it, Hakuba?
The realization that the detective was always wearing a mask brought forth more emotions than he wanted for the other. His hands stopped pushing, trembled then wrapped them selves in his lapel.
It was a mask. Everything was a lie. Everything but this, this stolen moment. This expression of feeling that he’d kept bottled up for so many months, out of fear, out of caution, out of feelings of inadequacy. Hakuba knew that Kaito would never return his feelings, but for that brief moment he could almost swear that he was kissing him back. Almost.
He wanted it to be real. Something in him screamed with red warning flags waving furiously in his mind, but he kept kissing him anyway. Kissed him over, and over again, fighting for control of himself, of the situation, of his life. Each kiss was a little more desperate, a little more heated, a little more feverish, as if it would somehow tell Kaito exactly what was in his heart and in his mind. As if it would make things all right.
Hakuba’s hand moved between them, up and over his chest, over the scarf, back to his neck and then to his face, cupping his cheek. He so badly wanted to hold him, to love him, to protect him. But as those thoughts came through, it began to show in the way that he kissed, too. There was no loss of passion, but his hands held him carefully, his lips moved more fully, each caress meaning something that he couldn’t bring himself to say.