Smirking down at Hakuba, he did not miss the slight breathlessness of the detective and the sight of his slightly bruised lips gave him a thrill of satisfaction. Even as he watched Hakuba with half-lidded eyes, Kaito was not sure why was he doing this with the detective… other than the fact that it was proving to be rather interesting and… delicious, there was not even a reason for the other man to play along.
“Oh? For the future? Already having plans for me, Hakuba-san?”
Kaito grinned at the amused detective, dragging out his name slowly with a rasp."As for my presence… You’re the detective, aren’t you, my dear Hakuba? It’s your job to find out…”
Clearly having Hakuba beneath him and trying to catch his breath was doing things to his mind, because all he could think about was another taste of the man’s lips. Shifting his weight onto one hand beside the detective’s head, he smirked playfully as he reached out to cup his face and brushed a thumb over his lips.
“Still going on about that, eh? As I’ve said a million times, I’m not… but why don’t we leave business for another day… and show me how you like to be kissed…”
His own name, spoken that way, with that voice, had a similar effect on the detective, though no magic was needed. Hakuba remained still, gaze shifting look at that hand, lips parting when touched to exhale. This was not how he’d imagined a scenario such as this playing out, precisely, but it hardly seemed to matter. For all he knew, it was nothing more than a dream for another empty night.
Yet, here they were. The one that Hakuba had long observed, long desired, and the detective. The realization of this struck him somewhat abruptly, bringing a spring of tinted color to his pale English complexion. This was Kuroba Kaito. It hardly felt real. It…
"Show you…” Hakuba repeated, buying himself time to regain his composure, embarrassed by his own sudden sheepishness. He could honor that request, just as he had the first one.
Arms that had lain tensely and purposefully still at his side lifted to snake around Kaito’s back, one hand moving to his shoulder blade, the other to the back of his head, fingers digging through that wild hair, pulling him down, close to kiss him again. As before, it was more gentle than the wild passion, but it was heated. Controlled. Significant. He wasn’t sure how Kaito felt about any of this, if it meant anything at all… but it did for him, which is what he attempted to convey. Eyes closed, head pressed against his pillows as he massaged those lips with the restraint of a master artisan; reserved, deliberate, and… teasing.