KID didn’t have a clue what that meant, though the tone was indicative. The shirt slipped off easily and he took the moment to give another kiss, slipping his hands down to Hakuba’s hips.
Hunger was an apt metaphor for this. The taste of scotch was still on Hakuba’s lips and this just made KID more enthusiastic.
After the kiss, Hakuba discarded the shirt over the edge of the bed. He then took a brief moment to loosen his tie the rest of the way, slipping it from his neck with one hand. The other he placed on KID’s thigh and slid it to his hip, then around to his back. Fingers traced up KID’s back, appreciating the warm, smooth skin. Briefly, he leaned away, reaching down to assist as he kicked off his shoes.
Then it was back to the thief, lowering his head to kiss at his shoulders and collarbone.
“I had a speech prepared,” he said, voice soft between each nibbling kiss. “All about how you have your detective wrapped around your finger…"
It seemed safe enough to admit that piece of information, and although he was far more comfortable showing his desire than talking about it, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to test boundaries. That is, if they even existed at all.