He almost felt cherished. He pressed against him now in a fever. Wanting more almost needing it. Hakuba’s hands trailed over his body and he gave into the pleasure he was offering. He kissed him back desperately and suddenly almost as if a damn opened up on him. Moving his hands up he framed Hakuba’s jaw and part of his neck.
And during all of this he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that HE DID NOT LIKE HIM.
God it was incredible. Hakuba felt himself melt against him, pressing closer, giving more. The breaths he took through his nose and his mouth in the brief moments of parting were ragged with wanting, heart pounding as he found himself tangling his fingers in his hair and–
December 24th, Last Year (“A Little Carried Away?”)
“Saguru.”
“…kissing the corner of his mouth and…”
“Saguru.”
“…fingers grasping, curling with desperation into my uniform, wishing that I could express what I…”
“Saguru.”
Hakuba paused. “Hm?”
“As much as I appreciate the gorey details of your scandalous affair, I really don’t think that you need to be giving a verbal essay about your feelings for this boy to your agent.”
The following silence was enough to tell Jones that his client had, once again, gotten ahead of himself and had been embarrassed into silence. But, again, it wouldn’t last.
“Aha… ha, yes. Quite right.”
“So you made out with him, and then?”
“And then… I left.”
“You left?”
“Yes. I left.”
The Previous Week (“Oh My God What Have I Done?”)
Reality hit with a sudden gasp as common sense finally lined back up with the detective’s senses. Hakuba recoiled from the passion, eyes wide and staring, face heated and flushed. What was he doing? Why was he kissing Kuroba Kaito? Oh god. Oh GOD.
He took a step back, mouth hanging open as he took in the sight of him, shoving that desire and want as far down as it could possibly go until he felt the twist of sudden, horrible anxiety in the pit of his stomach.
“A-ah…” Hakuba’s voice came out in an almost frightened squeak. He cleared his throat, then tried again, bowing as was customary – he thought??? he suddenly wasn’t sure – and took another step back and away. “Apologies. H-happy Christmas, Kuroba-kun.”
Hakuba bowed again, then stepped back, nearly losing traction before he moved into a brisk stride, leaving the area as quickly as he could without running, one hand held up to the side of his face. Fleeing the crime scene.
OH GOD!