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“A secret admirer~? I’m so intrigued and pleased! Thank you!”
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“We are an attractive pair of friends, aren’t we~?”
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“From such a cute little lady, that’s quite the compliment!”
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“Why thank you, my dear~”
The Meaning of the Monocle
Kaito had felt him stumble into him. Tossing the wine up into the air he spun quickly and caught the detective, turned him into his chest and caught the wine as it came down in a matter of seconds. If he was honest he would have let the wine hit the floor. He didn’t care about that he was worried for Hakuba in his arms.
“Are you alright?” He asked concerned and a little smug just to hide his frantic heart.
It took several seconds for the detective to start breathing again, and when he did, it came out as a shaky gasp. He glanced up at Kaito, whom he had his arms wrapped TIGHTLY around, then pulled back in embarrassment to look for the wine.
“Y-yes, I’m… I’m fine,” Hakuba said, both relieved and mortified as he looked away, attempting to straighten up on his own two feet. As if he hadn’t just been so incredibly clumsy and ridiculous and… god. “Pardon, what… what were you saying?”
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The Meaning of the Monocle
“A guest room, Hakuba, and here I was hoping that you’d invite me to share your bed.” Kaito purred and grinned at him. The wine on resting on the tip of his finger from the cork.
“Ah– what?!"Hakuba stuttered, mind blanking at what he HOPED was a tease, but stumbled and tripped, anyway, right over his own feet. And into Kaito. Which mortified him for several reasons all at once: the lack of grace on his part, the sudden physical contact, the fact that the expensive wine bottle was in such a precarious position, and that they were all headed for the hard marble floor.
Perhaps he was a little more tired than he’d originally thought, because he couldn’t help but giggle even as he returned the kiss, soft and gentle and loving, eyes closing and fingers lightly curling into the detective’s hair.
“You’re totally spoiling me, y’know,” the thief murmured against the blond’s lips, smiling. “Not that I mind. At all.”
Hakuba tilted his head, brow raising as he looked at him, expression warm, loving. “I would hope not,” he said, and continued the barrage of soft kisses over his lips and face, letting Kaito do as he pleased in return.
“I love you, after all."
The Meaning of the Monocle
He continued to smile as he walked down the hall. The wine was teetering on the very tip of his finger by the edge of the base.
“I’m willing to drink but not a lot. I still have to be able to make it back home tonight.” He laughed and watched the bottle.
Watching the wine bottle made Hakuba nervous, but he did his best not to comment, simply grimacing every time it wobbled dangerously. If anyone could get away with that sort of handling, it was Kaito, but even so…
“Ah, well, once we open it, we’re going to have to enjoy every drop… it is a seven hundred dollar bottle of wine, you know… and whether that means I take the lion’s share – which I would not be averse to – or you stay in a guest room, we simply cannot let it go to waste."