“Oh?” Letting Hakuba take charge was an interesting little change of pace. Usually he was leading, as the thief, and the detective followed, even earlier and in other circumstances. He nuzzled Hakuba, relaxing under the touches.
“Really, now?” If he were honest, he was curious about what Hakuba had come up with, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment, especially since Hakuba was stammering so much earlier. But a bit of his pride rejoiced at this. Having one of his detectives “wrapped around his finger" was a nice feeling.
He wanted them happy and safe, in spite of their chase. Easiest if they were attached to him in ways that he could protect them. And it was helpful that it was mutual feeling. (…Now he was starting to understand the logic behind that ‘jewelry box’ metaphor.)
It might have been the alcohol. It could have been the warmth and closeness and subsequent routine attached to that. Perhaps it was the higher-functioning of the detective’s brain shorting out from being fried with far too much traumatic information all at once in conjunction with having crossed a barrier with the one he was most fond of without, apparently, any negative effects. At the moment, he couldn’t comprehend any of it; not completely. So it was ignored and pushed aside for later.
Hakuba relaxed.
“Mmmmm-hmm,” he said, mouth to skin as he moved from KID’s neck to his shoulder, pressing his palm against the small of the thief’s back. The detective rolled his own shoulder, reaching up to pull at his collar, then at the sleeve, undressing himself.
“But I think I’ll make you wait… Wouldn’t want to give too much away all at once.”
Was Hakuba… teasing? The satisfied, almost predatory smirk remained on his lips, even as he closed his eyes and focused his attentions on KID’s neck, next.