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[Magic Kaito] Stress Relief pt 2 of 2
Continuing from Part One



Kuroba hesitated, indecision weighing clearly in his eyes. Saguru bit back a reminder that he could say 'no' for fear the magician might take it on as a challenge and agree, even if it wasn't something he wanted to do. Kuroba opened his mouth slightly, licking his lower lip again before nodding. Saguru did not know when Kuroba had picked up that habit, but it was going to drive him to an early grave because he kept having to quell the urge to follow that blasted tongue.

"Okay." Saguru nodded, attempting to act calm and hide his excitement. "Will you trust me to choose a toy?"

Again, Kuroba hesitated, and then nodded after a moment. "Thank you." Saguru said sincerely. Kuroba just looked at him warily, as if he still was not entirely sure that he trusted Saguru -too- much. But Saguru was the one who had experience playing with these, not Kuroba. "Stand up, please." Saguru requested, rising to his own feet.

Kuroba did as instructed, watching Saguru as he moved to stand next to him. Saguru held the ribbon up. "Thank you. Hands behind your back, please." He requested. "I will not tie this tightly. If you pull your arms free, or say 'Stop', I will stop."

The warning was probably repetitive, but he would rather have Kuroba keep that in mind than to forget and panic. Kuroba tilted his head to the side, moving his hands behind his back. Saguru wrapped the dark ribbon around Kuroba's wrists in a figure-eight shape again, tying it off with a bow. The ribbon rested just below the line of the waistband, Kuroba's elegant hands looking almost detached against the dark material. Kuroba tested the flimsy bond as soon as Saguru stepped back, almost slipping his hands free before relaxing.

"Alright?" Saguru questioned, moving to face Kuroba. Kuroba nodded, the neutral mask was back, Kuroba watching him to see what he would do next. Saguru looked the magician over, savouring the moment before kneeling down to grab a specific toy. "Does this meet your standards?" He questioned, holding up the vibrating cock ring for Kuroba to see.

Kuroba blinked, a small flicker of something mercurially passing through his eyes before he nodded. Most of the toys were penetrative, something he did not wish to push upon Kuroba at the moment. That was for later games, if Kuroba chose to come back and play, this was to be supposed to be a taste, a tease, tonight.

"I am going to undo your trousers now." Saguru informed him, watching Kuroba's face. Kuroba gave him a small nod back, shifting slightly and adjusting his weight towards the balls of his feet, bracing his legs as if in preparation to flee if he needed to. Saguru almost remind him again about saying 'stop', and then bit his tongue. Kuroba was prideful, and too many reminders would rub him the wrong way. It was tricky, finding a balance around Kuroba, to push his boundaries without going too far.

Saguru knelt in front of Kuroba, his gaze level with Kuroba's crotch, reaching forward and undoing the top button with fingers that only trembled a little in both nervousness and excitement. The small trail of dark hair widened as fabric parted, teasing him with a small glimpse of skin. He reached up and grabbed the front of the waistband with one hand, grabbing the zipper tap with the other and slowly pulled it down, the sound of the teeth parting obscenely loud in the silence.

Kuroba wasn't wearing any underwear. Saguru faltered for a moment, surprised by the lack of fabric boundary between himself and Kuroba’s flesh. The thought filled his head, distracting him.

Kuroba. Wasn't. Wearing. Underwear.

He swallowed, fully parting the zipper and tugging the material of the dark jeans down off of Kuroba's lean hips. Jeans. No underwear. Whoashit.

Kuroba was partly hard, probably having lost any erection he might have had from the discussion about the Prince Albert piercing, or so Saguru hoped. Kuroba’s member was a nice shape and size, pleasing to his eye, the head slightly purplish and the foreskin politely pulled back from the glans. Saguru took a steadying breath, praying that his hands weren’t shaking. “I’m going to fit it around your scrotum first.” He said, trying to keep his voice neutral and hoping that Kuroba had not noticed his distraction.

Calm. He was the one who was supposed to be in control here, not letting his other head do thinking and scare Kuroba away by jumping and ravishing him. Or licking, finding what he tasted like, and feeling Kuroba harden in his mouth. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts.

He leaned forward, putting on hand on Kuroba’s hip, keeping his touch gentle as he slid it down across Kuroba’s thigh, fingers resting on the soft smooth skin of the inner leg. Kuroba made a muffled sound, a swift intake of breath, his muscles trembling slightly. Saguru paused, glancing up at Kuroba’s face. The neutral mask was there, but it couldn’t hide the blush that was staining Kuroba’s cheeks pink. Saguru continued to watch Kuroba’s face as he trailed his fingers upward to the junction of leg and hip, gently cradling Kuroba’s balls in his hand. Kuroba’s breath hitched slightly as he shivered, then stood still again.

A brief flicker of respect for Kuroba’s control passed through Saguru’s brain, he didn’t think he could be so calm with someone he wasn’t entirely sure how much he trusted cradling his family jewels. He turned his attention back to what he was doing, placing the cock ring around the base of the scrotum. He slid one testicle through the cock ring, then the other, checking to make sure that it wasn’t too loose or tight at the top and that nothing was uncomfortably pinched by the black elasticity material.

”Alright?” He asked Kuroba, glancing upwards again. Kuroba nodded back, his lower lip dimpled from where he was biting it. “Okay.” Saguru reaffirmed, mostly to himself.

Kuroba’s other head had definitely woken up and decided to pay attention to what was going on Saguru noticed as he turned his concentration back below Kuroba’s waistline. Saguru wrapped a hand around the base; keeping his touch light since he hadn’t opened any of the lubricant, then drew his hand up towards the head. Kuroba trembled again, his arms flexing in an aborted gesture to reach forward, towards Saguru. Saguru’s lips twitched in a smirk, barely reining in the impulse to snicker. One certainly could lead a man around by the balls.

As he slipped the other loop around Kuroba’s member, he could smell Kuroba's musky masculine scent. He paused, taking another breath. There was a faint familiar scent there, mixed in with heady scent of musk. It was right there on the tip of his tongue….

Soap.

Saguru froze, his mouth suddenly dry as his analytical side presented him with the evidence available. Kuroba had taken a bath, gotten clean and gotten dressed --Without Underwear!-- before arriving. When Kuroba had said that he thought that sex was a possibility when Saguru had asked before allowing him to enter the house, he’d meant that he thought sex was a -probability-.

Somewhere in the back of Saguru's mind, Handel's Hallelujah Chorus broke out. Kuroba -wanted- this.

…. Or Kuroba made it a habit of going around without underwear. However, based on previous observations, he was willing to bet the former.

He quickly returned his attention back to the task at hand, settling the cock ring firmly at the base of Kuroba’s penis, his mood considerably lighter. “Alright?” He asked again, looking up at Kuroba’s face. The pink blush had darken slightly, Kuroba’s eyes dark glittering jewels in the light. Kuroba swallowed once, and then nodded. Good. Saguru slid his fingers up Kuroba’s smooth shaft again, enjoying the soft breathless noise that Kuroba made, and the faint trembling of muscles as Kuroba thickened and hardened in his hand. So lovely.

”We could make a game of this, if you like.” He offered as he rose to his feet, feeling Kuroba’s erection twitch eagerly in his hand. Kuroba tilted his head to the side, a look that almost appeared more unconsciously coy than curious with the flush across his face. Saguru smiled, feeling giddily mischievous as his hand glided back down towards the base again, more of a tease than a solid touch. He leaned forward, the fabric of his shirt barely brushing against Kuroba’s bare skin as he whispered in Kuroba’s ear; “If you can make me come before you do, you can fuck me.”

He got a soft gasp in return, a bitten off exhalation as Kuroba practically -jumped-, a full body twitch at the idea. “Yes?” He questioned, Kuroba’s taunt body almost leaning towards him and the promise of warm flesh and release. Kuroba licked his lips again and nodded, brown hair tickling the side of Saguru’s face. “Excellent.” Saguru said and hit the button on the side of the top micro-vibrator.

Kuroba nearly broke his promise not to speak as a soft buzzing filled the air, a gasp escaping in a high breathy noise, shoulders just barely pressing against Saguru as Kuroba almost lost his balance. Mercilessly, Saguru moved his hand farther down, finding the second vibrator between penis and balls and triggering that one as well. Kuroba stiffened, a hissing noise between closed teeth as a second buzz joined the first. Saguru moved his hand again, careful not squish or jar anything precious too much as he found the last vibrator and triggered it.

This time Kuroba did lean against him, his head tucked under Saguru’s chin, mouth open as he panted against Saguru’s collarbones in great heaving gasps. Saguru slid his hand free, grabbing ahold of the fallen fabric of the jeans and tugging them up so they were no longer in danger of tangling Kuroba’s legs, the leaking tip of Kuroba’s cock just peeking out. Kuroba took a few more deep breaths, regaining some form of control as he lifted his head, shooting Saguru a dark look that Saguru had no problems interpreting that Kuroba thought he was a complete and utter -bastard-.

Saguru smirked back, finding a great deal of enjoyment in their current predicament. Which possibly made him a bastard, so he wasn’t going to waste the breath or time arguing. Kuroba’s expression changed, becoming more gauging as he took stock of the situation and weighed his options despite his current obvious distraction. The diabolical look on Kuroba’s face merely made him look more delectable in Saguru’s eyes, he loved the challenging aspect of the magician’s personality, even if it did frequently land him in embarrassing situations.

He briefly wondered if Kuroba believed that he was doing this out of some sort of petty sense of revenge, then the thought was banished as Kuroba made his move, by plastering himself from shoulder to thighs against Saguru. This time Saguru had to muffle his own noise of surprise and arousal, his own cock reminding him that it was pitching a tent down here in his pants and would like some attention too, please. Kuroba tilted his head up, eyes half-lidded and dark, lips a scant distance away from Saguru’s, the two of them almost sharing one breath. Then Kuroba closed the gap, lips tentatively brushing against Saguru’s own, shy as a butterfly’s wing.

Saguru reined in the urge to press forward or grab Kuroba and giving him a -proper- kiss, something more than a mere -tease-, instead drawing on his reserves of patience and allowing Kuroba take his own time to play and explore. Kuroba pulled away, licking his lower lip again, as if he were chasing a taste of something illusive before kissing him again, this time cautiously, like he was testing something out. Saguru wondered if he had underestimated the amount of experience Kuroba had or if this was Kuroba’s first time kissing a -guy- or if Kuroba was merely being a tease.

And then he was distracted by Kuroba pressing his hips against Saguru’s, the pressure and vibration like an electric jolt through him, making him gasp. He wasn’t quite able to quell the instinctual thrust back, --goodfastermore-- and Kuroba’s breath hitched, more of a hiccup than a gasp. Saguru drew back -- he wasn’t going to come that easily-- looking at Kuroba’s face, catching a brief glimpse of round eyes before it was replaced by a narrow-eyed challenging look. Saguru gave him back a smug smirk in return. Any friction Kuroba tried to use to get Saguru off would only get Kuroba off faster, due to the added sensation of the vibrations. And with his hands tied behind his back, the magician was at a severe disadvantage.

And then Kuroba smirked, leaning forward and nibbling on Saguru’s lower lip, his chest pressed against Saguru’s, keeping his hips away. Saguru closed his eyes and kissed back, drinking in the not-quite noises Kuroba made as he trembled occasionally, aroused but not entirely helpless. Not Kuroba, not with his trickster pranks and agile mind. And body. Oh, yes. Nice body. He could spend a pleasant day listing things he’d like to do with and to Kuroba…

Kuroba released his mouth, giving him a dark mischievous look before sliding downward, pausing to nip at Saguru’s collar bone, his ribs, nibble at his navel and then paused, kneeling at Saguru’s feet. Saguru looked down, his breath catching for a moment at the picture presented to him.

Kuroba was looking up at him from under dark lashes, head tilted to bare the dark collar around his neck, the silver lock glinting at him. Clever hands kept behind his back by that navy satin ribbon, showing off the curve and breadth of the shoulders. The expanse of tan skin disappearing under the black material of the jeans, the open metallic zipper partly concealing Kuroba’s proud leaking erection.

Saguru swallowed, committing the image to memory for later, for late solitary nights.

Then Kuroba smirked, all mischief and evil, and leaned forward, pressing his open mouth against the material below Saguru’s belt buckle and -breathed-.

Fuck.

And just from that, the image and the brief touch of heated air, he came. His knees gave out under him and he not quite fell so much as slid down to the ground, catching himself on Kuroba’s solid presence and stayed there shaking.

It took an untold while for him to come back, belatedly remembering that breathing was a necessity to life. He found himself leaning against Kuroba, his head on Kuroba’s shoulder, Kuroba’s face buried against his neck as the magician made little whimpering noises, hips jerking as he strained for his own climax despite the lack of friction. That really wasn’t fair of Saguru, leaving his partner hanging, and so he reached forward, finding Kuroba’s bent thigh. Kuroba’s breath hitched, almost a hiccup as he trailed his hand up, cupping Kuroba’s warm erection, pressing the heel of his hand against the dripping head and whispered one word. “Come.”

And Kuroba did, making a long hoarse shuddering breath as he twitched and shivered, flooding Saguru’s hand with warm fluid. Kuroba pitched forward slightly, going lax, Saguru supporting his lighter weight. Saguru smirked to himself as he lethargically reached around with his free hand, finding the satin ribbon and tugging the knot undone. Kuroba’s arms dropped down, hands resting on Saguru’s thighs, slowly kneading the material there as he panted for breath, not lifting his head up from where it rested on Saguru’s shoulder. Saguru idly stroked the bare skin Kuroba’s back, soothing him through the aftershocks that shook Kuroba. He shifted the hand that still rested on Kuroba’s erection, causing Kuroba to hiss in discomfort at the movement against his overly-sensitive fading erection. He turned off the first vibrator, and then twisting his fingers around to turn off the second. Kuroba made a little whimpering noise as the sensation ebbed away.

”I cannot quite reach the last one in our current position.” Saguru murmured apologetically. Not with how Kuroba was kneeling and with the jeans in the way. Kuroba made a small groan of protest, and then nodded once, apparently content to stay right where he was, pressed against Saguru. Saguru continued petting Kuroba’s back, vaguely fascinated at the shape and texture of the knobs of Kuroba’s spine. It was a pity he hadn’t thought to remove his own shirt, it seemed like a waste of bare skin.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence broken by their breathing and the faint noise of the mini-vibrator. Saguru was content to drift in this feeling of lassitude for a while, a nap would be nice now, but his legs were beginning to cramp from the odd angle and his trousers were uncomfortably sticky. He wiped his damp hand on his clothing before patting Kuroba’s back. “Come on.” He said, not entirely enthusiastically. “You need to stand up.”

He got a sort of growl in return, like a cat who hadn’t decided if he was irritated enough to scratch your eyes out yet or not. Saguru clucked his tongue. “Up.” He insisted, moving to rise. Kuroba gave an annoyed huff, raising his head off of Saguru’s shoulder and shifted his balance backwards with a grace that Saguru envied. He watched with some amusement as Kuroba stood up, shaking out his feet to restore blood circulation. “I’m going to take off the ring.” He informed Kuroba, tugging on the jeans again. Kuroba nodded, shifting his weight from foot to foot as if slightly nervous.

Saguru smirked and hit the button to turn off the last vibrator. Above him, Kuroba gave a large sigh of relief and Saguru chuckled. He freed Kuroba’s balls first, then slid the toy off of Kuroba’s softening member, checking the tender flesh for bruising or any possible damage. “Okay?” He asked Kuroba, glancing up. Kuroba raised an eyebrow in return as if wondering if Saguru’s mental processes were all there because Saguru couldn’t have possibly forgotten that Kuroba had just successfully come all over Saguru’s hand, could he?

”Right.” Saguru nodded and rose as well, taking inventory of the situation. His feet were pins and needles from kneeling for so long, his shirt and trousers were smeared with Kuroba’s semen, there was a wet spot on the inside of his trousers that had nothing and everything to do with Kuroba’s hot mouth, and the crotch of Kuroba’s jeans was damp looking.

Next order of business then, getting clean.

“Follow me, please.” He instructed, picking up Kuroba’s shirt off of the side of the couch. Kuroba gave him a sidelong glance, as if expecting a trap and Saguru smirked again, feeling too mellow to bother with sarcastic quips at the moment. He brushed his fingers down Kuroba’s hand, tangling the tips of their fingers together before giving a slight tug. Kuroba made an eye-roll gesture, and then followed him without further complaint.

Saguru didn’t bother turning on any lights as he led them through the house with the ease of familiarity. They quickly reached the laundry room and he turned on the light there, the sudden brightness making them both blink for a moment before their eyes adjusted. He was pleased to find a stack of neatly folded fresh towels sitting on the folding table, he hadn’t been entirely sure if they had been put away yet or not.

”Clean out your pockets of everything you do not want washed, please.” He instructed, tossing Kuroba’s shirt into the washer before unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his waist, setting the belt on the table. Kuroba stared at Saguru as he undid the cuffs at his wrists, then untucked shirt from of his waistband before pulling it off entirely and throwing it inside the washer. Kuroba finally blinked as Saguru started to unfasten his pants, then turned blushed slightly and turned away, reaching into his own jean pockets and pulling things out. Saguru chuckled quietly to himself as he pulled a washcloth from the stack of clean towels and wetting it from the small tap next to the washer. He cleaned himself up and rinsed the washcloth off again with warm water.

Kuroba had his head titled partly to the side as he warily watched Saguru. “Pants off, please.” Saguru said briskly. Kuroba gave him a suspicious look, and then slowly peeled his jeans off, pulling one leg free and then the other. Kuroba gave him a sideways look, and then tossed his pants into the washer without prompting. “Thank you.” Saguru commented, adding the washing powder to the load before picking up the washcloth again. “Come here, please, and hold still for a moment.”

The washcloth got a wary look, but held still as Saguru carefully washed the cooling semen off. He noted with some amusement as Kuroba’s little head twitched at the attention, not yet ready for another round but definitely interested. He pulled back however, reaching for a towel off the pile and handing it to Kuroba. “Here. I find it strange to wander around unfamiliar places without vestments.”

Kuroba took the towel with a nod and wrapped it around his waist. Saguru threw the washcloth into the washer, removed his pocket watch from his trousers, then shimmied out of his own pants and underwear and added them to the wash. He shut the door and started the small load of laundry before reaching for a towel to wrap around himself. So much for not planning on doing household chores tonight. “The laundry should be done in about seventeen minutes.” He announced, tucking the towel securely around his waist. Seventeen minutes and thirty-two point five seconds, to be precise.

He got an impatient look in return, as if Saguru was forgetting something important. “I have not forgotten our wager.” Saguru smirked, leaning forward and brushing some of the fringe from Kuroba’s face, then running his thumb across Kuroba’s lower lip. “And I will uphold it my end of it. However, there are other things we can do to pass the time until the laundry is ready to be hung up to dry.”

Oh. He could see thoughts flickering through Kuroba’s delightful brain. “Although, if you’d prefer the hard and fast route…” Saguru smirked, straightening slightly to loom over Kuroba. Not that their differences in height and mass ever seemed to intimidate the slippery magician.

Kuroba licked his lower lip, catching Saguru’s thumb with it, then shook his head. Saguru smiled slightly. “Hard and fast can be fun.” He confided. It could be great fun. However, hard and fast as many times as possible in a night until one’s cock was raw for days was really only fun the first time. “But slow can be much, much better.” Especially if he was gauging Kuroba’s experience levels correctly, he would rather prefer to take their time, allowing them both to get used to each other with the hopes of doing more later. Slow and teasing was also fun for letting the anticipation build. Not so much fun if it never came to climax, but Saguru was not going to let that happen tonight.

Kissing was something that people were sometimes touchy about, but Kuroba hadn’t seemed to mind earlier, so he ducked his head down and gently kissed Kuroba, exploring the magician’s lips in a simple closed mouth kiss. Kuroba didn’t exactly surge into it, but from the way he responded and kissed back, he wasn’t exactly repulsed either.

He shifted them around until the Kuroba’s back reached the folding table before breaking off the contact. “Up.” Saguru instructed, guiding the magician with his hands on Kuroba’s hips on top of the waist-high table. Kuroba slithered up on to the wooden surface, spreading his legs so Saguru could stand in between them. Much better, in Saguru’s opinion. The table gave Kuroba a little extra height, making it easier to kiss without getting a crink in the neck. And it tilted Kuroba’s head back, baring his neck in a delicious fashion as the towel hinted at what was underneath without actually showing. The implication of them both being nearly naked was more arousing in some ways than both of them actually being nude.

”This okay?” He murmured, his mouth just brushing Kuroba’s. Kuroba nodded, reaching out, and then letting his hands drop before he actually made contact. Saguru muted a smirk. “You can touch.” He dryly informed the magician, he paused then added ominously. “For now.”

Kuroba gave him a smirk that was pure devilment as he raised his hands, draping his arms around Saguru’s neck for a moment, then sliding his hands down Saguru’s back to grab the curve of his ass in a possessive gesture. Saguru muffled a manly squeak as he pitched forward, placing his hands on the table for balance. A lack of enthusiasm for tonight’s events was -not- going to be a problem, it appeared.

He blinked when something crinkled and rustle under his hand. He glanced down and realised that he had placed his hand on a few foil packets that were not his. His eyes flickered to Kuroba’s face as he picked one up, verifying that it was, in fact, a condom. Kuroba blushed pink again, shifting backwards on the table as if he could creep away from embarrassment. There was also a handful of change, enough for a bus ride back to Kuroba’s part of Ekoda, sitting next to the condoms, presumably the contents of Kuroba’s jeans from before he’d put them in the wash.

”Thank you.” He said, feeling slightly giddy as he set the foil wrapped condom back down. Definitely not a lack of enthusiasm, as if Kuroba’s presence, the missing underwear, and the shower beforehand had not been enough evidence as to Kuroba’s intentions for being here. “Saves me from worrying about potential allergies and sizes for you.”

Kuroba gave him a dry look, presumably for being business-like about the details. Saguru distracted him with a kiss. A moment later, as Kuroba’s hands skittered across his shoulders, and then sliding down his back before grabbing and holding on to the curve of Saguru’s butt again, Saguru decided that this was the best way to shut Kuroba up -ever-. Not only could the magician not speak, not that speech was much of an issue at the moment, Kuroba couldn’t give him any funny looks either. He’d have to try it again sometime.

Kuroba opened his mouth, tongue tentatively touching Saguru’s lips. Saguru opened his mouth, the feel of tongue against tongue sending a small frisson through him as he allowed Kuroba to explore. Saguru hummed appreciatively as Kuroba moved one hand up to tangle in Saguru’s blond hair, taking that as his cue to do more exploring of his own.

Much to his amusement and delight, Kuroba’s sides were somewhat sensitive, and brushing the soft nub of Kuroba’s nipples elicited a small shiver from the magician. Some guys didn’t have much sensitivity there, but some did and those who did were great fun to play with. Less fun was the rough patch of scar tissue on Kuroba’s ribcage, and the long horizontal scar on his upper right arm.

It was proof, he knew, evidence that Kuroba was the Kaitou Kid. Bullet scars were not common in Japan. But he wasn’t interested in the verification of his theories at the moment. Possibly later, something to cuss about when Kuroba or the Kid were being their usual obnoxious selves, but right now, he was taking Kuroba Kaito to his bed, not the infamous Kid the Phantom Thief.

God, he was going to get hard the next time he chased the Kaitou Kid, wondering if Kid kissed the same way that Kuroba did. He imagined not, it was more of the Kid’s way to take charge of everything without anyone realising it. Which, if Kuroba continued do that with his tongue, was going to be either very very good, or very bad for Saguru in the future.

He duelled Kuroba’s tongue for a moment before winning the round and dipping in to explore Kuroba’s mouth. Kuroba shivered again, shifting to wrap his legs around the back of Saguru’s thighs, pulling them closer together. The rough cloth of the towels covering themselves rubbed against each other, creating a pleasant friction. He broke off the kiss as Kuroba’s hand dropped down to grab his butt again with both hands and pulled, bringing their groins together. Saguru hissed at the sensation, dropping his head down to press a kiss against Kuroba’s neck, reigning in the impulse to nip or mark the skin, something to show, some sort of proof that they had done this-

Then the alarm on the washer went off causing both of them to startle and for Kuroba to nearly remove Saguru’s towel as he jerked his hands off Saguru’s butt. They both stared at the washer for a moment as reality returned. “Laundry is done.” Saguru said lamely, reluctantly straightening and releasing Kuroba. “Let us hang it up so that you may have clean clothes for in the morning.”

Kuroba nodded, sliding forward off the table and nearly losing his towel in the process. He quickly grabbed for it, unfortunately catching it before it fell. Saguru stepped back to give him some space, noticing Kuroba’s ruffled hair, dark eyes and slightly swollen lips with pride. Kuroba looked… ravished. Ravishable. Fuckable.

Laundry. Right. The sooner they got the laundry hung up, the sooner they could get to bed. Bed. Laundry then bed. This meant he had to move, not stare at Kuroba, who seemed to be stuck staring at him as well, also unable to get his brain to process. Saguru leaned forward and kissed Kuroba again, just because he could. Kuroba pressed forward, bare skin against bare skin, one hand reaching up to twine his fingers into Saguru’s hair again. They rocked against each other, Saguru’s mind going pleasantly empty.

… Until they managed to walk backwards into the washing machine, the cold metal against his back jolting Saguru back into reality. He pulled his mouth away from Kuroba’s. “Laundry.” He said thickly, feeling like it was a struggle to remember how to speak properly. “Then Bed. Then Fucking.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in, then Kuroba’s eyes widened, as if he’d completely forgotten about what Saguru had promised. With a small jump, he stepped backwards from Saguru’s grasp, reaching for the washing machine. Saguru laughed at his eagerness, going the other direction and grabbing some hangers to put the shirts on. Kuroba pulled the wet items out of the washer and impatiently handed them to Saguru, who hung them up. No hesitation there, Kuroba certainly had his priorities figured out.

”Ready?” He inquired as the last of the laundry was hung up and drying. Kuroba rolled his eyes and made a spread-hand gesture, signifying that he was just waiting on Saguru. Saguru laughed, ducking in for a quick kiss. “This way.” He said, grabbing the ribbon and the condoms Kuroba had brought with him in one hand and taking Kuroba’s hand with the other. Bumping the laundry room light off, he led them back into the dark house. Kuroba hung closely to him, so that their bodies bumped and collided every few steps, almost to the point of tripping over each other.

”Is this a hint?” Saguru inquired as he paused in his stride. Kuroba ran into him again, arms and legs and torsos colliding together. He chuckled at the impatient noise Kuroba made in return, pressing against him to move faster. Saguru lifted the hand he was holding and kissed Kuroba’s knuckles. “Relax. I am not going to renege and leave you hanging.”

Somehow, any further comments got lost in Kuroba’s mouth as they sort of danced to the bedroom, turning and pressing the other against the wall as they made out, hands rumbling and roving over each other. They somehow safely made it down the hall, up the staircase and into Saguru’s room, nearly losing the towels several times in the process. They fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs and sharp joints, Kuroba rolling on top of Saguru and pinning his wrists to the bed with a shadowy triumphant grin.

”Lamp to your left.” Saguru rumbled, wanting to see Kuroba better. “You are in the better position to turn it on.” Kuroba made an impatient noise and released Saguru, turning on the light. They both blinked at the dim light, taking a moment to regain their vision. “Excellent. Thank you.” Saguru said briskly, then rolled them over so he was straddling Kuroba’s thin waist, quickly twining the ribbon around Kuroba’s wrists above his head.

Kuroba glared furiously as Saguru tied the ends of the ribbon into a slipped knot, the long end dangling down so it could be untied with a single pull later, the magician looking like he’d just been betrayed. Saguru tapped him on the nose, leaving one hand keeping Kuroba’s wrists pinned. “I believe you are operating on a slight misconception.” Saguru said, feeling slightly buzzed. “’Bottom’ does not necessarily mean ‘submissive’.”

He was rewarded with a wide-eyed look that almost made him laugh. He diverted this by giving Kuroba a quick kiss, entertained by the difficulties of kissing while smiling. “This okay?” He asked, pulling back far enough to see Kuroba’s reaction. Kuroba had obviously had designs in one direction, Saguru was unsure if the magician would take offence to doing things a different way. Kuroba arched an eyebrow, giving him an ‘Are You Crazy?!’ look as he planted his feet on the bed and jerked his hips up, nearly unseating Saguru and sending him pitching forward. This time he did laugh, catching himself on either side of Kuroba’s head and earned himself another eyeroll.

”Alright, I get the picture.” Saguru snickered, sitting up with most of his weight on his legs on either side of Kuroba. Kuroba looked like he was composed of golden light and clinging shadows, the lamp light illuminating the dips and swells of the magician’s lithe frame. Pale skin on white sheets, the dark ribbon, hair and collar standing in stark, if artistically pleasing, contrast. He wondered what Kuroba would say to letting him find a bottle of massage oil and running it all over his body, just for the excuse to touch everywhere.

Kuroba made a questioning noise, raising an eyebrow at him and Saguru realised he was staring, and had been for too long. He reached out, running a finger lightly from the indentation at the base of Kuroba’s throat, down the sternum, past the ribcage, to the navel. Kuroba shivered, eyes going half-lidded under the fringe of dark hair. Bedroom eyes, Saguru thought with fascination. Kuroba, in his bed. He swallowed. He was going to be having sex with Kuroba. “I think I am grateful for your hands being tied right now.” He said thickly. Kuroba was enough of a distraction looking like this, it would be worse of the magician could –touch-. “Otherwise this would be over entirely too soon.”

He got an appraising look in return, from the top of his blond hair down to obvious bulge in the towel still loosely wrapped around his waist and back up again. Kuroba’s hips shifted, his own hardened erection rubbing against Saguru as the magician swallowed and licked his lower lip again. Saguru leaned over and chased Kuroba’s tongue again for a moment before moving his way southward, nuzzling Kuroba’s neck, nipping at the collarbones and exploring the expanse of Kuroba’s chest with his mouth, lingering over the scars that marred the smooth flesh. He paused for a moment, feeling the fast pace of Kuroba’s heart as he licked the salty sweat from his skin, exalting in the fact that he was responsible for the quickened pace of Kuroba’s heartbeat.

Goodness knew how many times the Kaitou Kid had elevated Saguru’s pulse, but through a different sort of exertion. Blast his fondness for high places.

Saguru shifted as he explored his way down Kuroba’s torso, admiring the way the curve of Kuroba’s body fit in his hands, the small twitches he made as Saguru found pleasurable places and the whimper Kuroba made when he flicked his tongue in and out of his navel, his hips straining against Saguru’s grasp, trying to thrust upwards. He raised his head and smirked. “A subtle hint?” Saguru drawled.

Kuroba gave him an impatient narrow-eyed glare. Saguru laughed and carefully unwrapped the towel around Kuroba’s hips, baring Kuroba’s dark erection to the air. He kissed the outward curve of the hipbone and moved farther down, exploring Kuroba’s inner thighs instead. The magician whined at him, but spread his legs wider, providing more room for Saguru to explore. Which he did, finding the ticklish spot behind the knees which made Kuroba gasp and wiggle in a delightful fashion before he moved on to the curve of Kuroba’s strong calves, massaging the muscles there.

From there, it was a short trip to the protrusion of the ankle, then pressing his thumbs into the arch of Kuroba’s feet, causing the magician to groan. Saguru grinned, he’d met one person in London who claimed to be able to make people orgasm with a foot massage, without ever touching the genitals. He’d never had the opportunity to try and see for himself, not that he doubted it with all the time he spent on his feet, but the image had remained.

”Perhaps we should see about a mutual exchange of footrubs in the future.” He said lightly, watching Kuroba writhe as he rubbed at a particularly good spot. After heist-footrubs? Now there was an idea. He was sure they could both use it.

Kuroba lifted his head slightly to give him a look that Saguru couldn’t quite translate, but thought it looked somewhat like an affirmative. Dress shoes weren’t exactly designed for running. Or leaping across rooftops.

He got another soft groan before the foot was tugged out of his grip, Kuroba giving him an impatient look. Right. He didn’t quite muffle a chuckle as he ditched the towel, crawling back up Kuroba’s sprawled body again, hands resting on either side of Kuroba’s shoulders. Kuroba looked up at him, eyes partly lidded. And as Saguru watched, licked his damn lower lip again.

… He was doing that on purpose, Saguru just knew it. “Patience-“ He growled, leaning back to pin Kuroba’s legs again and reaching into the drawer in the nightstand. He pulled out a pump bottle of lubricant and set it bed next to the pillow Kuroba’s head was laying on, then grabbed a latex glove, acquired from his crime labs. “-is a minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.”

Saguru smirked, slowly pulling on the white glove and stretching it over his fingers. Kuroba flinched slightly as Saguru pulled the glove all the way over his hand, then snapped the material at the bottom. His smirk grew wider as he added a dollop of lube to his gloved fingers, the liquid shimmering in the low light.

He leaned forward even further, bracing himself on the bed with his un-gloved hand, as he reached behind him, his attention behind him as he explored the opening to his body with slippery fingers. Kuroba’s eyes got wider as he realised what Saguru was doing, a soft whimpering sound escaping. Saguru gave him a quick smile before closing his eyes as he pressed a finger inside, unable to muffle the slight hiss at the intrusion.

It didn’t hurt, hadn’t hurt after he’d gotten used to it, but it was always an odd sensation. Kuroba made a questioning noise. “M’fine.” He assured the magician without opening his eyes.

Kuroba made another questioning noise, then wiggled under him, hitching up a leg. The change in angle made Kuroba’s hard length rub against his own, providing an unexpected but welcome friction. He hummed his appreciation, dipping down to kiss Kuroba and missed slightly, resulting in a sloppy open mouth kiss. Kuroba didn’t seem to mind at all, thrusting his tongue into Saguru’s mouth.

He relaxed into it, the clash of their tongues and the pressure in his rear as he added another slippery finger and thrust them in and out, stretching the muscles. It stung a bit, he was out of practise, but Kuroba was a wonderful distraction.

Kuroba made an impatient noise, arching up against Saguru. He broke contact and chuckled, removing his hand before he sat up. “Okay, okay.” He chuckled, leaning back on his heels. He peeled off the glove, turning it inside out before tossing it towards the rubbish bin before grabbing one of Kuroba’s foil packets and opening it. He put more lube on his hand, running the gel over Kuroba’s erection making him hiss, hips arching up into the touch. Saguru smirked, rolling the condom on top. He added a bit more lube and coated the latex covered member with it.

Saguru scooted forward, kneeling over Kuroba’s chest, reaching behind him and grabbing Kuroba’s erection, holding it steady as he lowered himself onto it. It was larger, much larger than his fingers and he forced himself to go slowly and pause to adjust to the intrusion occasionally. Kuroba let out a high-pitched whine, his body tense and trembling as he made an effort not to move or thrust up for which Saguru was very grateful for.

Finally, he was completely seated on Kuroba, his hands resting on Kuroba’s chest, breathing hard like he’d just run a marathon. Kuroba stared up at him, his fingers wrapped around the bars of the headboard, his mouth open as also gasped for air.

”Do not… move. Please.” Saguru panted, taking a moment. Kuroba nodded, closing his eyes as he slowed his breathing. Saguru stroked the smooth skin under his hands, relishing the warmth and the movement of the other person below him. It was so much better than just a toy, the feeling of a fellow human.

”Alright.” He said, leaning forward, the word ending in a gasp at the change in the angle. Not bad, not entirely good, but intense. Kuroba made a muffled noise as Saguru rocked back the other way, changing the angle and bringing a new wave of sensation.

He rocked back and forth, the pressure building up. Kuroba began to shift back and forth in time to Saguru’s movements, arching his hips up to meet him, increasing their movements. Saguru rolled back off of his knees, resting his weight on his heels, driving Kuroba into him deeper. Kuroba groaned, his feet sliding against the duvet before finding purchase, bracing his feet and thrusting his hips up, nearly dislodging Saguru.

Saguru leaned forward, grabbing Kuroba’s shoulders, holding on. He leaned forward a bit farther, grabbing the end of the ribbon around Kuroba’s wrists and yanking. The knot easily slid free, the ribbon gliding off Kuroba’s wrists, freeing his hands. The magician wasted no time using his newfound freedom to grab Saguru’s hips, the two of them finding a faster rhythm. Saguru’s head rolled back as he lost himself in their movements, building towards climax.

Kuroba reached forward, one hand wrapping around Saguru’s own erection and he jerked his head forward again. “No.” He said, pulling Kuroba’s hand away. “You first.” He was not about to come first -again-, he had some pride after all.

The magician looked like he might have laughed if he hadn’t been distracted. Kuroba’s grip on his hips tightened as he tried to arc upwards into Saguru, body tensing, body shaking as he came. Saguru fell back on his knees, grabbing his own erection as Kuroba’s movements slowed and pumped. It didn’t take much before he was coming as well, splashing Kuroba.

”Sorry.” He murmured, leaning forward in sudden lethargy. He caught himself, hovering over Kuroba as he struggled to catch his breath and not crush the smaller man. Kuroba patted his thighs, not looking all that aware. It was a nice look on the normally hyper-alert magician. Saguru reached back, grabbing the towel he’d discarded and using it to clean up the mess on both himself and Kuroba. Kuroba made a soft sound, apparently drifting off to sleep.

Saguru chuckled as he rose slightly, Kuroba’s softening member sliding out of him with a slight squishy noise. He made a face, pulling the used condom off of Kuroba and tossing it in the rubbish bin as well before finishing cleaning them off. He tossed the towel off to one side of the bed before crawling off of Kuroba. He’d deal with the towels later.

”Under the covers.” He instructed, tugging the duvet down. Kuroba made a sleepy noise, lethargically doing as ordered. They both crawled under the thick comforter, melting into the bed. Sleep. Regain energy and see where to go from there.

Kuroba settled down next to him, apparently not minding the accidental brush of skin, or that their arms and legs were slightly tangled together. Saguru watched as awareness returned to Kuroba’s eyes, a slightly mischievous expression crossing his face as he opened his mouth.

”If you speak,” Saguru yawned languidly as he could feel himself start to drift off into slumber. “I will be morally compelled to fuck you until you can no longer use words.”

Kuroba’s mouth closed, a thoughtful expression coming over his face. He tilted his head to the side, taking a moment to think it over as Saguru watched him with increasing trepidation. Finally he gave Saguru a smug, predatory look and opened his mouth again.

”Agreed.”

-fin-

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The 'Patience' quote is by Ambrose Bierce, from ‘The Devil’s Dictionary’.
Thanks to Dagronrat and Claude for their help on the middle section! Especially the French!

... I am not active in the bondage or S&M scene, my knowledge comes from several books and discussions with some friends who are. Hence, some things may be wrong. Take with a grain of salt and do yer own damn research.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go write some non-pornish stuff for a while. >P