Hakuba relaxing so easily after that sudden tense-up was a bit of a surprise, but he was just rolling with it at this point. (He was curious, yes, but that would be something to deal with later.) The enthusiasm and warmth was returned in kind with that kiss, KID moving his hand up to Hakuba’s neck again.
‘I don’t understand a thing you’re saying, Hakuba.“ He grinned widely, giving Hakuba a mischievous look. It sounded pretty and the tone was driving him up a wall.
"Mmm… I know,” Hakuba said, keeping his voice low and smooth. Their game thus far had made it easier for the detective to get into his role. “That’s rather the point. You like puzzles though, don’t you?”
What he’d said in French wasn’t a puzzle, especially not in the context of what they were doing. He slipped his fingers to the front of KID’s pants and pulled at the fabric, searching for a belt or button to undo while his eyes stayed on Kaito’s. The way he moved his hand was confident and practiced, not at all like when he’d failed at sleight of hand previously.
Inwardly, Hakuba struggled for control of his head. If they continued much further, it would be very, very hard for him to stop. But he didn’t want to stop in the first place, so it was the thoughts that had to be banished. Why was it so hard to stop thinking? He turned to french once again, murmuring in an almost breathless whisper up against KID’s cheek.
“J’ai besoin de toi.”