For all the teasing and baiting, he would be lying if he said that he had expected Hakuba to actually go through with the request. Not even when that hand traced along his cheek and jaw did he allow himself to believe it, gazing up at the detective with a hint of curiosity and teasing, playful – and part serious – expectancy.
And then lips descended upon his own, warm, soft and altogether Hakuba.
The thief’s breath caught in his throat – and maybe, just maybe, there was a brief flicker, a flash of a sensation, of his heart seeming to skip a beat, filling his chest with confusion and realization.
Eyes sliding shut, the corners of his lips twitched into the slightest of a grin and he gently pushed forward to, a little cautiously – and almost, seemingly, shyly, if a person didn’t know him better – return the liplock.
Fingers reached out to curl into Hakuba’s shirt, tightening slightly in an unconscious attempt and want to prevent him from moving away. Not even when the kiss ended and their lips parted did the thief let go. Instead, he chuckled quietly and swiftly leaned in to steal another kiss from the detective, before smoothly – reluctantly – taking a step back and tipping his hat forward to hide the flush blooming on his face.
“I suppose that was adequate enough. For now.”
Adequate. For now. Hakuba chuckled softly at the evaluation, unable and unwilling to hide the pleased amusement that he felt. True, his own cheeks were rosy in that moonlight, but for once he wasn’t embarrassed by it. With space between them, the thief no longer touching, Hakuba slid his hands into his trouser pockets, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t want to scare the thief off.
“Not impressed?” he asked, light and teasing. Playful. “Kaitou-san, if you need further demonstrations, I’d be more than happy to provide…"
He let his voice trail as he turned his head to the window, the corner of his mouth twitching to turn that smile into a lopsided smirk. The foreign detective had, thus far, managed to keep his wits about him, but it was difficult to ignore the thrill. Kaitou Kid… Those lips every but as wonderful as he’d imagined. And those hands at his chest… He allowed himself a small, contented sigh to go with a shrug of his shoulders.
"The lock to that window is easily picked… and I’ve no intention of changing that any time soon. In case you were wondering."