…Puzzles, yes, but usually giving them, not receiving them. Though he had to admit it was fun when it was reversed. He wasn’t sure what any of Hakuba said meant, but it was all elegant. (Technically Hakuba could tell him heist plans or insult him and he wouldn’t have a clue. It sounded good, though.)
Hard to stop, indeed. KID, meanwhile, was working on removing Hakuba’s pants as well. He licked his lips. The room was getting warm, or was that the mix of their actions and the scotch? “Yes, my dear detective.“ KID nipped just a bit on Hakuba’s shoulder, barely pressing it with his teeth.
The nip drew an audible gasp from the detective, who gripped at KID’s hips for a moment as he shuddered reflexively. He pressed his head against his cheek, taking just a moment to catch his breath. "God…” he muttered, dragging his hands from KID’s hips down to his thighs, shifting back to stand up off of the bed- intending to take the thief’s pants with him. His own were undone, clinging loosely at his waist and slipping.
There was no question then as far as Hakuba was concerned. He wanted his thief, whether they were on even ground or not.