KID grinned. He had also dropped the act by this point. “Sure, detective.”
Might as well. It was a rare occasion. It wasn’t every day that Hakuba took you up to his workplace to do anything but ordinary work, especially when you were a criminal he chased. “I really must say, you have bitten off quite a bit. Sharing drinks in a suite with an international thief?”
KID nuzzled Hakuba’s neck, leaving light kisses on it. Yup. Dangerous. Hakuba would end up his Underdown instead of his Holmes or Ganimard at this rate. Not that he cared. As long as he didn’t get sloppy with his thieving, he’d be fine.
It was easier to accept the affection here than on the rooftop. Privacy certainly helped, but having the uncertainty of returning to affection brushed away so casually by KID – that really made the difference. Still, Hakuba was troubled as he turned his head to kiss back at the other boy, somewhat distractedly reaching for the bottle of scotch. It didn’t feel right to be here with him, as if KID were some common conquest.
But practicality won him over in the end, and he opened the bottle after a moment, pouring a shot into two of the four glasses present.
“I’m an international detective, am I not? And I rather like a glass of scotch now and again. Having such fine company only makes it that much better.”
He offered KID a glass, and took one for himself.