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Oh but it’s true. Do you want to know how he begged for it? How much he said he wanted it? How he laid down and took all of it like an obedient pet? That he screamed and sobbed like a little brat because he bit off more than he could chew.

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It wasn’t the first time that he’d heard of the incident… but while he originally dismissed it, further research proved far more troubling than he’d anticipated. Hakuba pulled out his mobile to send a text while he scrolled through the forums, brows furrowed. Dread and horror filled him slowly, ache like the gnawing cold of rising flood water. 

[text] Just checking in. Hullo!

He’d seen Kaito just recently, hadn’t he? Or spoken to him, at the very least. Really, the detective had been so busy since returning from his trip to London that the past week and a half had been little more than a blur. Still, though, this sort of thing didn’t happen to Kaitou Kid. It just didn’t. …did they?

[text] Would you like to do something later?

Hakuba stretched, leaning back in his chair as the information sunk in. From the video clips that had been posted, it was a simple enough task to determine the approximate location of the scandal, but even with that, it was difficult to ascertain if any of it was legitimate or not. Sex tapes and snuff films were popular among a particular crowd, and many adopted celebrity or character personas to draw in a larger audience. It was a disgusting practice, but unfortunately one of the things that a detective had to deal with from time to time. 

[text] Are you still asleep~?

As the seconds ticked by – which Hakuba verified via pocket watch – his anxiety deepened. To act or not? If it really was his Kuroba Kaito, he needed to be there immediately. If it wasn’t, did he risk revealing that he had a particular and personal interest in the thief’s wellbeing? While it was true that he hadn’t made the claim that they were enemies recently, and he was one of the forefront members of the Kaitou Kid task force, there was easily cause for concern that he could become emotionally compromised without due cause, betraying his secret. Both of their secrets. 

[text] Kuroba, I really need to know that you’re all right

What to do? He’d need to proceed with caution, regardless. Sighing, he set to work drafting a reply to one of the forum threads. 

leprofessorholmes posted:

Has anyone been able to confirm this yet? Or, more importantly, has anyone reported the incident to the authorities? 

That was all that he really felt he could discuss openly on the matter; it all upset him too much. Kuroba or not, those who took photos, recorded video, or stared instead of immediately informing the police were nothing but cruel abusers, themselves. And, had it been staged, it was at the very least a matter of public indecency. How did this sort of thing happen? So many had died simply because the available people had chosen to be spectators instead of heroes. He knew that all too well. Paparazzi was such a dirty word. 

…and why the personal messages? A trap, perhaps. After all, Hakuba had made many enemies in his profession, so it wasn’t completely unlikely. He picked up his phone again, this time attempting to call his classmate, but was met with voicemail. After a brief ‘please get back to me as soon as possible,’ he hung up and began dialing the station to see if there had been any reports made.

But before he could hit the ‘call’ button, another call came in.

“Hakuba Saguru speaking.”

“Hakuba. Where are you right now?”

“Conan-kun?” Hakuba frowned, surprised at the tone and aggressiveness with which the normally sweet boy addressed him. “I’m at my father’s estate in Ekoda. What can I do for you?”

“How fast can you get to Akihabara?”

The blond closed his eyes, taking in a breath while he calculated, again, the ETA for travel time. “Approximately twenty six minutes, though I may be able to shave it to seventeen and a half, dependant on traffic and parking. Why do you ask?” Though he already knew.

“You’re the so-called expert on Kaitou Kid. I’m calling you in.”

That was all the confirmation that Hakuba needed, and was out the door and jogging down the hall in an instant. 

“Understood. I’m on my way.”

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Black Bird

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The Belt

It was 17:14:32 – just after 5pm on a Wednesday afternoon when they were caught. Hakuba – then known as James – remembered his face; wry smile stretched under freckled cheeks, brown eyes squinting in amusement. John Wells. The most perfect boy he’d ever met. Athletic, smart, tragic. They’d met at the academy three years before and, somehow, ended up in the same middle school.

Together, they explored a private world of experiments and experiences. Both of his parents worked, so it was easy to sneak in after school and huddle in the under-stairs playroom. No one needed to know that they shared an intense love, or dreams of running away to Paris, and the hope that, some day, they wouldn’t have to hide. Wouldn’t have to feel so guilty about what they did together, how they felt. 

He loved John. They needed each other. There was so much pain that needed to be erased. So many things to learn. John was safe. John was wonderful.

But… 

They didn’t hear the heavy footsteps, nearly forty-five minutes too early, until it was far too late. Their laughter masked  the closing of the front door and the door leading to the finished basement. The heat between them kept them from realizing that they were no longer alone. Really, it wasn’t until the door to their safe space was torn open, blinding them with light from the hall, that the panic fully set in. 

Had they more time, even just a minute, they could have hidden what they’d done. What they’d been doing. As it was, James stared in wide-eyed surprise as John’s father hesitated a full five seconds before he grabbed the dark-haired boy by the arm, dragging him from his grasp. Rug burns on naked skin would have been bad enough, bringing a whine of sympathy to the blonde’s throat. 

“Dad! No, it’s…”

“How could you do this to me? To your mum?! I thought we were PAST this!”

“Leave him alone!" It hurt. The yelling, the fear. It brought back too much too quickly. James pulled his trousers on and, heart in his throat, forced himself to step out and face the man. He’d seen too many people get hurt to stand by again. John didn’t deserve this.

However, as he looked between the two of them, his resolve faltered. There was pain in the man’s face. Anguish. John wore it, too. No one said anything for a moment as they let the outsider’s voice fade.

Then, without looking at him, the father gave a calm, simple command.”Get out.”

It was followed by one from John. “Do it, James… just go.” 

"But… no, you can’t do this! He’s not doing anything wrong! It’s okay!”

“JAMES, get OUT!”

To hear those words from his lover, said like that, brought heated color to his cheeks, eyes stinging from the feeling that was something between embarrassment and betrayal. He went back into the playroom, gathered his belongings, and left without another word, just as that man slipped the leather belt from the last loop of his trousers. 

The slap of it against skin and the subsequent cries reached him just before slamming the front door behind him on his way out for the last time. 

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From kaitomagic: 

Because I’m not one to believe people can be described so simply… my answer is, as follows:
Tsundere – You’re sort of cold in a hostile way, sometimes… but you really are a softie.
Kuudere – I suppose the silent doesn’t quite fit, but you do act rather cool a lot of the time… seeming to warm up a bit more when people prove that they can be trusted?
Dandere – Quiet, but not quiet. I suppose what I mean here is more in regards to inner thoughts and feelings.
Dorodere – Very sweet, when you want to be. And I don’t mean to say that you’re disturbed, but there is definitely more behind that wall.
Deredere – I must admit, I’m quite fond of this side of you.

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“Kaito-kun… that’s… so very kind of you to say. I… I’m speechless. To think that you’ve… well…” He coughed. “…Ah, let’s… ah… your prompt, let’s see.”

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Oh, and also… @$$.

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@ – Smut

$ – Fluff

$ – Fluff

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“Aha… … haha… … I see what you did there… very well, then. Ah…”

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Hakuba rolled up into a sit, letting the covers slip into his lap and sighed, hand rubbing the side of his face tiredly. The night had been eventful. Dinner with the force, being denied drinks at the bar, dealing with the traffic – oh god the traffic – and the paparazzi at the scene. The heist itself had been fine, of course. Kaitou Kid did what he did best; dazzle the crowd, make the officers look utterly foolish, steal the gem, lead them on a merry chase…

In the end, he’d returned the jewel and escaped with only one or two minor mishaps, but it was still a harrowing affair. For the detective, who now kept a field bag of medical supplies in his car in the event of any grievous injuries, any time Kid got a clean getaway was a good night. So contrary to what he’d said to the press, of course, but he was relieved. It meant that, two or three hours later, he’d see one dark-haired, overly confident ass, complete with smrk, sneak into the window of his bedroom.

Whether it was Kaitou or Kuroba changed depending on how well things had gone, but he always showed up sooner or later. Unless something went wrong, that is; in which case he’d be getting a text, potentially with a location and summary of injuries and the supplies he needed. 

That night, Kaito had come as a normal teenager, complete with backpack full of homework. He’d still snuck in through the window, sure, but it meant that he could join him for breakfast in the morning instead of having to sneak out again afterward. Once Hakuba had gotten him undressed and assessed the damage, one kiss at a time, they’d gone to bed.

Bruises he could handle. Scratches were to be expected. Hell, sprains and the like he could treat and still make love to him without worry. But even as their hearts pounded, and hands desperately grasped at sheets and naked skin, he worried. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t stop. Fingers curled into his hair and that hazy look, the quiet cries of his name, urged him. Yet always, he wondered if this would be their last time together. Even when tension brought a startled cry in the back of his throat, there was just that one niggling fear that he couldn’t get rid of.

How long would their luck hold out? 

Lying together in the still quiet was the detective’s most protected moments. Lazy kisses along his neck and cheek, gentle hand combing over bare skin as it cooled. Hakuba listened to Kaito’s breath, felt the beating of his heart, and allowed himself a contented sigh. It was a dangerous game that they played. Surely, it would be noticed eventually. Whether it would be Kaitou’s doing – too much of a longing gaze here, giving the heist up a little too easily there – or Hakuba’s, with his lulling aggression for the chase… it was bound to end.

These thoughts, ever present, plagued him until he sat up. Kaito watched him, lying on his side. One hand rested on his hip, the other held his head, brow curiously raised. The detective glanced down at the thief and pushed a small smile, though he knew that the thief could see right through it. 

“Kuroba-kun…” Hakuba said, then laughed at himself, quietly. He was so prone to slipping into the formalities that they’d kept up in their daily lives; it was almost ridiculous. “Apologies. Kaito. I just…” He sighed, and let his smile quirk slanted, more genuine. “Shall I make us some tea? I don’t know that I’ll ever get to sleep otherwise." 

Truthfully, he longed for the liquor cabinet or his pack of cigarettes, but he’d never get away with that with his lover there. Which was probably a good thing, really, given that it was a school night. But still, the headache that settled in begged for sleep, and Hakuba wanted nothing more than to slip  back into the covers and hold him.

It was just so difficult to do when the nightmares lurked so close at hand.

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lust, pride, envy

Lust: a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life

I’ve mentioned it in passing before (so very vaguely), but Hakuba is somewhat terrified of being on the receiving end of oral. Actually, too much sexual focus/attention on him at all is likely to trigger an anxiety attack. He prefers to be giving, in control, or at least taking turns/mutually participating in the hot makeouts+. I guess that’d be an effective way to torture him, though… yikes. Sexy to sobbing mess in about 45 seconds. Attempts to please him are typically deferred and redirected. 

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

Being able to travel so often has given Hakuba the idea that he’s somehow more sophisticated and cultured than his colleagues. It’s not unusual for him to flaunt his international knowledge, or boast about the more interesting, exotic cases that he’s worked on. 

Envy: a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

Hakuba is genuinely jealous that Conan is the detective thought of, first, for being close to capturing Kaitou KID. Granted, Hakuba’s not even trying very hard these days, given his personal feelings, but it still drives him crazy. After all, he was the first teen detective to show up and make the police force look like absolute fools. Then along came Kudou, who is arguably the best of the best (being the main character probably helps this some), and forced KID to raise the stakes. Even now as Conan, it’s been said that no one has given Kaitou as much of a challenge. 

So as much as he admires his senpai, he’s terribly envious of him, too. Especially since Shinichi and Conan both make it look so easy. Bastards. 

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Vaguely NSFW Asks

Thanks to everyone who submitted! It’s all behind a cut because… some of the answers, well… just in case! Repeated questions are replaced with the next unasked question in chronological order.

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1. Are looks important in a relationship? They certainly make some aspects easier, I suppose… and physical attraction is, generally, a healthy thing to have. Is it the most important part, though? No… no, I don’t think so. 

2. Are relationships ever worth it? I’d like to believe that they are, romantic and otherwise. Just because I haven’t really made one work doesn’t mean that its merit is lost in general.

4. Are you in a relationship? Ah… not at present, no. I am, for better or worse, currently single. 

5. Are you in love? …I believe so, yes. Assuming I’ve figured out what ‘love’ really is. It’s painful and wonderful all at the same time, yes? 

7. Can you commit to one person? If that person is willing to commit likewise, yes. 

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8. Describe your crush Ah, crush… I have many crushes. Crushes are easy to get. I simply know too many wonderful people… but I imagine that you’re asking about someone in particular. So I’ll tease you with a list of some of my crushes, their traits, and vague hints at their identities… Who knows; you might be among them.

  1. Refined. Composed, calculating, poised. Hard-working and diligent. Calming, with superb taste. Dark-haired.
  2. Brilliant, perceptive, confident, very high standards. Inspiring. Dark-haired.
  3. Wild. Bursting with conviction. Overly confident. Obnoxious. Generous, loyal, dedicated. Dark-haired. (I’m noticing a trend, here.)
  4. Sweet. Sincere. Enchanting, observant, witty, adorable. Freckled. Sunny. Encouraging. Dark-haired… huh.
  5. Brooding. Mysterious, controlled, measured. Cautious. Dark-haired.

…I suppose I have a thing for dark hair. Who knew? Is this why I’ve been so reluctant to leave Japan? Oh ho. That was a bit of a racist comment; my apologies. 

9. Describe your perfect mate Kind, thoughtful, curious, adventurous. Someone who is interested in what I like because I like it, not necessarily because they share it. Someone who is willing to be different from me, too, and content with that. Needs to be willing to share their life. I want to be someone’s partner, not their perfectly preserved china doll in a cabinet. Let me help with your burdens, and help me with mine. Let’s get hurt together, and patch each other up. I want to be well-loved and scuffed around the edges, and I need them to be the same. Enjoying the simple things in life. The subtle. The tiny moments in life that make it worth living… and I want to talk about it. Also, preferred if they love animals. And children. But of course I know that things don’t have to be perfect to be perfect. 

12. Do you forgive betrayal? No. At least not easily. By the time I consider something an actual betrayal I tend to detach completely and sever whatever ties I can. It would take a lot of convincing for me to forgive betrayal… and even more for me to let them get close again.

13. Do you get jealous easily? I’d like to say no, but… I know that’s not true. It all depends on how much personal investment I’ve put in to a given person or situation and… how threatened I feel of being replaced, which has happened before. 

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? I suppose that’s possible, yes. I think that’s actually a safe bet… 

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? I would be a little surprised if they were, but I suppose it’s not impossible… 

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you? You know, I don’t think… Actually, no; there was a poem written in my first relationship, three or four years ago? It was short and I don’t actually remember the lines (unfortunate), but I do remember the way his mouth moved when he read it to me. How shy he was. The color of his freckled cheeks, heated with embarrassment. He couldn’t even look at me. It was the most amazing thing. A beautiful memory that I wish I could forget. 

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1. Are looks important in a relationship? 3. Are you a virgin? No.

6. Are you single this year? It would seem so. 

9. Describe your perfect mate 11. Do you ever want to get married? Yes, yes I do. Very much so. Some day. 

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe that people can feel a strong connection with another person rather immediately and that can develop into love, certainly, but love is not quite so… so simple.

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32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? Alas, yes.

33. Have you ever had sex with a man? Yes.

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman? Yes.

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends? Yes… and it’s torture. 

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Yes to this as well. More torture.

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? Yes, yes, and yes. God yes. Never-ending torture of the most frustrating sort. 

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Haha- that’s a very good question! I have to confess that unless I am very carefully concentrating on doing otherwise, I have a difficult time resisting the urge to… move things forward after fifteen minutes or so. And my hands, well… there’s just so much sensory information that I can gather and I’m a very curious person, you have to understand….

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48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? I apologize for making things awkward for them and wish them the best of luck. No hard feelings… unless they’ve been leading me on, but I do hope that I’d be more observant than to be taken in like that. A person can’t really help who they become attracted to, really, and, ah… I’m certain there’d be reasons behind it… after all, I’m not exactly the most… worthy choice…

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51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? Yes. Yes, I do believe so, given the right circumstances…

55. Share a relationship story.Once, I met a boy in Paris during one of my summer holidays and I tried an experiment: for the duration of our relationship (twenty-one days), I was to do nothing more than kiss and cuddle. It was difficult. I was almost fifteen years old, and still working through the emotional trauma of the previous year. I don’t think that I would have been able to hold to my promise to Baaya of not trying to take my own life again were it not for this boy… a simple, pure relationship, exploring the streets of Paris. Pointing out everything. Sharing histories, trivia, experiences. When I ended it, I told him not to look for me, that we should leave what was perfect where it needed to be-  in Paris.  I’ve looked for him since, off and on, but haven’t seen him… Sometimes I wonder if it had been the right decision. 

…but as much as I wonder and dream, sometimes, I know that I wouldn’t have been good for him, anyway. 

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

  1. Literary references
  2. Listening/paying attention
  3. Straight forwardness (particularly in appropriate settings, ie private, as I do get flustered easily)
  4. Passion (for whatever it is that you do, even stamp collecting)
  5. Animals. A cute, cuddly creature is typically an excellent way to disarm me very quickly. 

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Surprise affection in a private setting…  ah, I… well, it might be nice to have someone take their time with me… talking, touching, checking, laughing, ah… but I suppose that’s not the sexy sort of thing that you’re looking for, is it? It’s difficult to quantify ‘sexiest thing ever’, really; there are too many moods and options and… 

Ah, I’ll just suggest that someone use the secret weapon… Whisper my name in a very particular way into my ear in public, while wearing a straight face, as if you were just speaking about something else, and then follow up on it later~ 

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine? This is a rather personal question, isn’t it? Ah, I suppose, though… my strategy is always to catch my partner off guard; disarm them by making them laugh, surprising them with something that gets them distracted, in the mood… it’s all about preparing them emotionally before setting to work on exploring and experimenting. The goal is to make them feel as though they’re the only one in the whole world and their pleasure is the most important thing. Lots of touching. Lots of kissing. Finding exactly what does it for them, then building up the momentum and pressure. Match the pacing and style to whatever they seem to prefer, then drive them to the brink… By then, it’s a matter of finishing and, well… … that’s really as specific as I’m willing to be. I’m already fairly embarrassed that I’ve said as much as I have. 

67. What is your idea of the perfect date? Who’s the one in charge? I honestly wouldn’t mind being on the ‘being taken on’ end of things for once…  But, ah, back to the question. I rather enjoy dates that involve doing some kind of activity that requires outside influence (not outdoors, necessarily, but something to add stimulus – such as a movie, a meal, window shopping, actual shopping, etc.) so that there can be ongoing discussion and commentary… I suppose I rather enjoy talking with those I’m comfortable with.

What I’m getting at, I mean, is doing something together that can be used as a springboard for conversation and thus providing opportunity to learn more about each other within context of a romantic relationship (potential or established). Specifically… ah, going out with the… intent to learn and explore and discover; figuring yourself out with their assistance, prompting more questions and information from them… It’s a learning opportunity; a scientific experiment… willingly… participating… … yes. 

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69. What turns you off? Controlling possessiveness. Demeaning attitudes. Treating me as if I’m some sort of porcelain figure. And, oh – doing anything without express permission. I cannot stress this enough.

70. What turns you on? Attentiveness. Whispers right against the back of my ear. Lower-lip tugs. Seemingly innocent touches to the backs of elbows. Being let know that I’m desired.  

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71. What was your kinkiest wet dream? A somewhat modified and shortened version of this… I will not elaborate; it’s far too embarrassing. 

72. What words do you like to hear during sex? Positive indicators of all sorts are welcomed; I like to know that I’m on the right path. Also, ah… … … I may or may not really enjoy hearing my (sur)name in various… ways… … ahem.

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? I’d love… if someone would wait up with me. Talk to me, keep me distracted until I fell asleep… and then curled up next to me and stayed until morning, at least… longer if they really liked me. It might be nice to share my bed with someone who genuinely cares for me. We could have breakfast. Talk about the newspaper. Go shopping. Something. It sounds… it sounds absolutely lovely. 

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? I’d say that, ah, this whole ordeal likely qualifies… Honestly, breaking into my room at night, leaving me gifts and kind little notes? I’m still amazed and confused that it happened… I really don’t deserve such kind treatment. 

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why? I’ll confess that I’m jealous all of the time… and it’s ridiculous and shameful and a horrible habit that I need to break out of. 

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

  1. Kuroba Kaito
  2. Kudou Shinichi
  3. Himura Emi (I’ll count Eiji here as well)
  4. Ootori Kyoya
  5. Kirigiri Kyouko 

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8. Describe your crush 14. Do you have a crush on anyone? Yes…  several wonderful people, all of whom I have described in an earlier section. 

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? 15. Do you have any piercings? No. And while I’m not opposed piercings on others (so long as they look tasteful enough), I do not have any interest in getting any, myself. 

17. Do you like kissing in public? Not so much, no. A little peck on the cheek or lips is fine, I suppose, but I prefer for intimacy of most kinds to be conducted in private. 

20. Do you shower every day? Barring unusual circumstances, yes.

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Yes. When in relationships, I have always been very committed… Granted, the three or so relationships I’ve been in only lasted about a month each, give or take a week, and… … well, that’s rather pitiful for all of my talk of romance, isn’t it? 

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? 40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? Several, yes. They’ve been generally well-received, as far as I can tell, but have not really… yielded in any sort of quantifiable result. 

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? 41. Have you had sex so far this year? Yes. 

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nsfw 7, 12, 21, 28

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(21 and 28 were answered on the last, so we’ll do 22 and 29 instead.)

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

“…Is this a serious question? It’d be easier to ask if I’ve had sex when it wasn’t a one night stand.” Pause. “…the answer would be yes, though. At least a couple of times…" 

12: How often do you have sex?

"I believe it averages out to be 3.54 times a month. That largely depends on how often I travel and what boring high society functions I’m forced to attend." 

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

"I have, and do, when it’s called for. It’s usually unnecessary, however.”

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

“…I can’t imagine that it would be anything other than the obvious.”

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Sexy meme: 8, 21, 28

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8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

“All. Any. The bed is the easiest, but anything will work if you’re creative.”

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

“A couple of times, yes, but it’s never as fun as it sounds like it’s going to be. With one-on-one, you can really pay attention and focus on pleasing your partner." 

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

"Breasts. Not necessary, of course, but very nice when available.”