Now he dropped the bags and pushed against the other and realized that Hakuba wasn’t moving. He couldn’t breathe and was slowly falling into a haze thanks to those fingers at the base of his skull. He slipped his eyes closed and moaned quietly all the while his pushes becoming weaker.
With a shudder, Hakuba pressed deeper, lips caressing with a sense of urgency and purpose. His fingers sought the warmth of Kaito’s scalp, gently threading through his hair, other hand making its way to his shoulder, then around to his spine, right up until he felt the brick against the back of his hand. He moved it to Kaito’s side, palm analyzing the thin fabric of the coat while he tilted his head, finding a better angle to work his mouth against.
They’d known each other for nearly two years, and he’d spent the entire time chasing him. At heists, at banter in class, at keeping up with his life. He’d harbored feelings for at least half of that time, but had vowed to never express them. He didn’t date his classmates. He didn’t date anyone.
It was dangerous for so many reasons, not the least of which being that this was Kaitou Kid that he was kissing in this dark alleyway, and neither of them could afford to get caught. Hakuba was always so, so careful.
So careful.
…but that was part of why it was so liberating.