Kaito jumped a little in surprise but relaxed into the kiss. Gently he spread his fingers over Hakuba’s chest and felt his heart beat. Everything that had happened over the past few weeks was like a dream; a wonderful life like dream that he really didn’t want to wake from. They had gone from what he thought was a mutual hatred to an awkward brief friendship only to find that they both felt an attraction to each other. He was happy. He was scared. So scared to find that this was all a joke. That the first and only person he had feelings for, even minor ones, would walk away and leave him alone again.
His fingers curled into Hakuba’s lapel and he trembled slightly. That would slowly destroy him from the inside out. He wanted to shake his head but held firm in the kiss and willed away haunting thoughts. This was the now, soft kisses, tender holds, and friendship. The simple basic things he had denied himself for so long. He was going to enjoy them as long as he could and to the fullest.
Although the future was definitely uncertain, Hakuba had no plan or intention to destroy what they had, however fragile, however brief. He closed his eyes as he continued the kiss, letting his fingers crawl over Kaito’s face and into his hair again, dipping fingers through the wild locks with a tender caress. If only life were simple enough to let them stay in that embrace. The detective let his hand travel over his back until he reached the small of it, holding it there to keep Kaito close.
They stayed like that for a time, just kissing, being comfortable, sinking into the plush couch with each other, warm and hazy in the dimness of the recessed lighting. It’d been a long day. A very, very long day. A long week, too. Month. Year. Life.
Things grew hazy as time wore on, and Hakuba offered deep, contented sighs between the now lazy kisses, eyes staying closed as he just enjoyed the other’s company. And somehow, strangely, the obsessive detective lost track of the time, and night wore on with no small amount of drifting between conscious thought and dreams, far too comfortable to stir until he was deeply asleep.