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Yokohama is a restless city that stops for no one.
Every ticking second, every sunrise that starts a new day, there seemed to be something new happening within the borders of the city, as time marches around everyone like clockwork. However, by the southern suburbs of the city bordering the sea, lies a sleepy apartment complex, with its residents waking up just as dawn breaks the horizon into an uneventful Saturday.
Edogawa Ranpo found himself to be one of those waking residents, as one of the Agency’s detectives found himself sleeping in a twin bed with his signature clothes on from last night. He found himself sleeping in a bed that was foreign— yet familiar. He still felt tired, as if he carried baggage from yesterday’s work… and perhaps that’s why he came to the solace of the room, for it belonged to someone Ranpo brought close to his heart.
In the few months that they had dated, they found out a lot about one another. Andre learned a little more about the detective he’s toyed with, and Ranpo learns a little bit more about the elusive Executive he’s chased. They both surprised one another; Andre, with how young Ranpo’s been doing these shenanigans, and Ranpo, with how many things went wrong for him to have him end up in this place.
But there was one thing that Ranpo remembered the most.
He remembers the first time Andre showed him around the apartment vividly. It was small, with bits and pieces of things strewn around like it’s been lived in. It clearly wasn’t perfect, or even something you’d expect a Port Mafia Executive to live in. But it felt homey in a warm, unconditionally welcoming way that a forever place is. In its nooks and crannies, every misplaced tie and slightly shuffled furniture, there was home within, much like the dorms. And, in that first visit, Andre gifted Ranpo a token of appreciation to him— a copy of the keys to his room, so that if he needed him, he could visit him whenever.
He deduces last night was one of those. His muscles still ache slightly as if a lingering reminder of yesterday’s work. Though he still slightly finds it amusing that in spite of his lack of direction— he still finds his way to Andre’s apartment way out in the outskirts of Yokohama at the first try.
With the sounds of tapping from the wooden floors, and the sizzling of a pan from the kitchen after the noticeable click of a gas burner, Ranpo’s blanket unfurled slightly. Before he turned, the brown-haired detective was met with a kiss to his cheek, prompting him to pause as his eyes fluttered. Once he opens his eyes, a warm smile greets him in the corner of his eye— Andre’s. He had a loose tee that felt vaguely warm, as if it’d just been freshly ironed a few minutes before, and Ranpo shuffled closer to the warm feeling as he greeted the other.
“Good morning, Andre.”
Was what Ranpo said, as Andre moved back a little to give him some space to rise up and rub the crusts out of his eye.
“Good morning to you too, Ranpo. I see you slept… pretty well.”
Andre spoke, bemused at how endearing Ranpo looked as he reached out to brush his fluffy hair.
“Mhm, you too?”
“Me too.”
There was an undeniable sense of belonging that Ranpo had in that bed. It’s almost hard to part with it, as it seemingly sucked his weary body in. But, the warm palms that Andre outreached helped Ranpo get out of his little rut, as he lets him tug Ranpo until he’s upright.
Ranpo then looked around and recollected himself, reaching for the blinds that were placed next to the bed and opening them to let more of the slits of sunlight through. One of the two blinds was opened beforehand, and it seemed like it was clearly Andre’s doing, as it lined up right where Ranpo’s head was. Turning his head to the kitchen just opposite of where he laid, he saw Andre putting the finishing touches on breakfast, as a delightful aroma started to fill the room from where he was. Though, after another turn of his head, his little smile turned into a curious expression, as an ironing board and a stack of laundry was also placed next to where the kitchen was.
Makes him wonder how long Andre’s been up.
“You… really are too nice, Andre. You shouldn’t have gone through the effort…”
Was what Ranpo said, as Andre walked over towards Ranpo with a fresh set of ironed tees for him to wear.
“Nothing’s too much for you. Besides, I get this done every weekend, so it’s not that bad, really.”
“About that… when did you exactly wake up, Andre?”
“Oh, that? 4:30, usually. I work through ironing my weekly laundry, mop the floors if I need to, and then make some food for myself before day breaks. And then I catch the train to do some more work for the weekend.”
Andrea spoke, as he gently laid one of his own T-shirts for Ranpo to change into.
To his words, Ranpo instinctively wanted to leave a witty response, though after letting it stew a little, his expression grew to one of concern, as he realized that this man doesn’t exactly rest even on a weekend. There were many questions laden in Ranpo’s mind, but Andre simply gives him a smile, as he reassures Ranpo.
“It’s not that bad, Ranpo. All nothing for your snack allowance, really.”
“Are you trying to make me feel bad-?!”
“ Nooo … why would I ever want to make you feel baaad?”
The tone was rhetorical enough that even someone like Ranpo could pick up on a cue like that. Prompting Ranpo to punch Andre’s arm lightly, before he finally takes a bit of his clothes off to change into the tee Andre gave him.
“Really, though, it’s fine. It’s not the end of the world, I just got used to sleeping and waking up at those hours.”
Andre reassures, ruffling Ranpo’s hair once more as his head pops out one of his old graphic tees.
Walking back to grab the plate that he had set for Ranpo, Andre walks over towards Ranpo with a single spoon and a melamine plate on hand. The same set as he had when he moved in, apparent from its little chips visible. On the plate was some nasi goreng Andrea usually makes for his own. He used some bumbu racik , sprinkled some sweet soy sauce and folded it over a couple of times with a smattering of egg and rotisserie chicken. It wasn’t quite like the way that the abang ’s used to make them back home, but it was his nasi goreng nevertheless. To which, Ranpo feasts his eyes upon for the first time as he hands the plate over to him.
“Soy sauce? Sweet soy sauce?”
Andre asks for Ranpo’s condiment of choice. Before Ranpo answered with one that was completely out of the question.
“...ketchup?”
“Nope. Only those two, I didn’t make omurice.”
Ranpo then squinted at Andre, before he answered with a pouty tone.
“ Fiiiiine… , I’ll take the sweet soy sauce.”
To which, Andre responded promptly by fetching the sweet soy sauce and having it on standby at the nearest bedside table.
As Ranpo mixes the little morsels of rice around, each little piece seemed to be coated with a generous mix of egg and sweet soy sauce in the first place. And… after quite some time, and some judging looks from Andre as Ranpo still eyed him for that bottle of ketchup, Ranpo finally took a bite of a spoonful.
And… Andre could swear that he saw Ranpo’s eyes glisten, just slightly , after he took that first bite. Then the second, fourth, fifth, and soon enough, the whole plate’s clean, as Ranpo gleefully smiled at the chef whilst he handed his dish towards him.
“Wow. A member of the clean plate club… Color me impressed.”
Andre spoke, both in a rhetorical and endearing tone, as it was a bit of an achievement to find something Ranpo would willingly eat besides omurice and chicken nuggets.
At the acknowledgement of his narrow palate of food, though… Ranpo was a little annoyed.
—But he knew just the way to get him back.
“I’m making you do the dishes for that.”
Was what Ranpo plainly stated. Before his hands outreached as his eyes locked with Andre’s, taking his attention away just enough that he subconsciously grabs the plate from Ranpo’s hand.
“No you aren’t—”
“Look down.”
Andrea had a brief pause of about 5 seconds to process why there was now a dirty plate on his hand, before he realized just what Ranpo had done.
“Motherfucker!”
Was what Andre blurted, followed by a sigh as he dropped his shoulder in defeat on the way to the sink. Andre had that bad tendency of just grabbing things from people as he’s given, and Ranpo takes full advantage of that. Just one of the few drawbacks of having an ultra-deductive boyfriend with his whims.
After a brief bout of washing on the sink, Andrea lifts the rice cooker and sets aside some of the rice to put in the fridge and wash the container. The rice likes to crust up on the edges, so Andre tends to let the water run ever so slightly as he does so. Ranpo lays on the bed still, very satisfied with the meal and dodging of the dishes that he’d just done to Andre, that he didn’t notice the soft steps on the wood slowly creeping towards him…
Trying to get back at Ranpo, Andrea suddenly jumps towards Ranpo at his bed when he least expects him— or really, when he’s least likely to be near him. But even still , and even as he’s faced away from Andre, Ranpo annoyingly finds a way to dodge him, as he rolls to the side and just nearly misses Andre.
“Gotcha—”
Was what Ranpo was about to say, before he was stuffed with another warm tee right to his face, as Andre’s brought some artillery with him.
“Gotcha~”
Andre proclaimed, as he stuffs the tee to his face before Ranpo tries to pull it down with his face.
“Okay- okay! You– mff – win!”
Was what Ranpo instinctively blurted, before finally pulling it down, being met with a kiss that Ranpo greeted passionately from Andre.
“We’re even now, so don’t even think of try to pull some pavlovian bullshit on me again…”
Andre responded, slightly annoyed, but more or less endeared by how Ranpo still outsmarted him in getting the dishes done; with the other snickering at his remark.
Still, Ranpo holds on to the stray piece of clothing that was pelted towards him by Andre. Didn’t smell the prettiest— there was still a lingering sense of clove cigarettes baked into the fabrics, but the warmth of the freshly ironed clothes felt like the sun that serenaded it earlier. To the sight, Andre came close onto the bed and placed his hand at his cheek, putting each other skin to skin as they sat bedside. At the feeling, Ranpo comes closer to Andre’s hand, resting his weight on it before Andre comes and gives him a warm hug to wake him up just a little more.
“You should really quit smoking sometime, Andre, this one smells horrible…”
Was what Ranpo remarked off-handedly, as the lingering stench of cigarette smoke on that one slightly took him out of everything.
“I know. I’m sorry… and I’ll work on it. I’ll rely on… the best detective, to hold me up to my words. How does that sound?”
Andre replied, letting his hand off Ranpo a little, before the other eventually pulled his hand close again.
“Mhm, the best one in the world.”
Ranpo quips, as a smile slowly graces his face once more as he feels Andre’s hands. It’s coarse, almost as if it’d been through years of scraping pavement and gripping pistol grips, yet still welcoming like the bed below him.
Ranpo then pulls Andre’s hand down to the bed, pulling Andre alongside as they both end up laying on the bed much like last night. In their brief moment looking onto one another in the bed, a fleeting recollection passes Ranpo briefly, of what happened last night.
It was related to a mission— a mission that ran through its course and dragged on as it seemingly tacked a mental toll on Ranpo. A part of him still stuck on the human cost, and how the Agency seemingly didn't do enough. He remembered how, laying on the exact bed, Andre caressed him and gave him words of reassurance. He gave his presence and his ear to Ranpo, to pour his heart out and give him a space for him to curl up when he couldn’t be the Agency’s greatest detective.
He’s human too the way that Ranpo is, and he gives himself to him like the person that Ranpo always had. Which helped Ranpo drift to sleep a little more reassuringly, and to keep himself together for the rest. It was no surprise that Andre approached him in the same way as last night, then, as he offered himself to cuddle with his hand on his cheek. Letting Ranpo decide for himself on whether he wanted to hug him— of which he did, as he pulled him closer once more.
“Love you, Andre…”
Was what Ranpo spoke offhandedly, his hands going under Andre’s to wrap tighter, as the warmth from the iron started to wane after a few minutes it was fresh off it.
“I love you, Ranpo.
For who you are— for the greatest detective, the most invincible of them all. And— I’ll keep loving you, as long as you promise to be invincible for me. You have me and the rest to back you.”
His words are unconditional, much like the morning sun that seeped from the blinds that bathed them in golden light. Unconditional, much like the warmth that radiated from Andre’s presence still, which further backed his words, as a loving gaze graced his expression.
Instinctually, Ranpo’s hand gradually moved up towards Andre’s chin. His fingers hovered in it, drawing it closer, whether intentionally or not. It was up to anyone’s guess if it was— but Andre wasn’t here to question. He’s here to be present, and he embraces his grasp as it drifts close enough that their lips touch. Ranpo grabs Andre’s lip with his own as a loving bite into it— to which Andre sounded a brief ouch , before he shifted slightly for a kiss on his cheek.
Their brief exchange spiraled slightly, as they both tried to one up one another, but they both took to each advance with little in the way of reservation, as brief chuckles and laughs fill the air in each pause.
In a brief pause, Ranpo and Andre were left breathless. Their hands trawled through their loose fitting tees, tracing through their bodies as if it were second nature, feels like. They both felt pulses of heat tracing along parts of their bodies as it complemented sloppy kisses from first-timers. It hooked them, much like a high that was just by their fingertips, and in their brief pause, they both looked one another with a loving gaze with desire laced all over.
Still, there was one glaring issue— one’s last interaction with intimacy is through WAP sites on his old Nokia, and the other’s only had a glancing look at written erotica. They were both left quite flustered as the realization of their position settled in as a result— especially with Ranpo resting upon Andre’s thighs as he props himself above him in their brief exchange.
After a cursory glance-away from one another in their flustered states, Ranpo finally became the first to mutter anything remotely related to what they were doing, as he asked what Andre wants to do next.
“S–so… whaddya wanna do… next?”
“A—ah… after— you. I don’t wanna jump the gun, because I think my mind’s somewhere else…”
“You think we could… fuck, maybe…?”
“I— I guess, so…”
In hindsight, it’s equally funny to see both, 20-something’s get reduced to a flustered mess when it comes to something like sex. They’re both never really built for intimacy, yet they still crossed the bridge together somehow. Andrea’s even gone as far to search up how to do safe sex, and stashed a few condoms somewhere in his room in the off-chance they do . And it’s— Ranpo’s slept in a few times, but the time hasn’t been quite right until now .
And they’re both anticipating for the best— and worst, as Andre reaches out to cup Ranpo’s cheeks.
“So how do you wanna do it—? Do you just…”
“I’ll— I’ll take the reins, Andre. We’ll figure this out today, I just— really wanna… love you more, it feels like hugs aren’t enough to say how much I love you.”
Andre’s eyes widened at the brief blurt of words that Ranpo said in his flustered state, but he didn’t want to discourage him. With Andre simply reaching his finger out to play with Ranpo’s hazel strands, as he reassures him.
“Nothing the greatest detective can’t conquer. You’ve figured me out on the inside, right—?”
Ranpo audibly sighs at the futile attempt at a dad joke, which prompts Andre to move his hands down to pinch Ranpo again in apology.
“Alright— alright. Don’t want to say this out loud, but— I’ve got lube and condoms on the second drawer of the nightstand on the right.”
“You’ve been waiting for this?”
“Shut up.”
Andre had a clear fluster at this point. Ranpo uses that fact to his advantage, as he gives Andre one last kiss on his tongue, before he crawls over him to reach over to that bedstand. The bed that they were in were a pretty sizable twin bed, and it helped him to reach things easier, as he now had both lube and some condoms on his hand as he crawled back over Andre once more.
The two of them then straightened themselves up on the bed to get them on a more comfortable position, before they both looked at one another briefly. They both blanked at the thought of doing it , yet Andre gets them both back on track as he speaks and reaches out for the lube that Ranpo still held.
“So…”
“I— I can, be the one to take you.”
“Are you sure?”
“You want me to say it again?”
“Say it again, it’s weird to hear you say things with a stutter to it.”
Ranpo then grabs Andre’s hand in between the tube of lube that he went to reach out for, before looking him right at the eye as he speaks.
“I’ll take you. No takesies backsies.”
That’s one way to do it. Andre’s certainly sold, as he feels a rise from his trousers.
Ranpo then undoes his pants himself, dropping the tube of lube onto Andre as he idly screws open the tube. As the other pulls their pants and boxers off with one fluid motion, Andre could feel his cheeks fluster just a bit more than before.
It’s normal. He does love Ranpo as unconditionally as he does just a few minutes before. It’s just… bodily function, yet it feels so— weird , that he’s actually enacting something he’s only seen through his shitty Nokia.
Squirting a bit of lube onto his left hand, Andrea then shifts closer to Ranpo. The other laid down, and they took a bit of shifting before Ranpo could lay down and look at him at a comfortable angle. It took a fair bit of nodding, too— Andre not being able to bring himself to stick his finger into Ranpo, even if it was for the better of the two.
It gets to a point, and Ranpo’s now hot and aroused enough that he now speaks it to Andre as he’s not one for denial.
“Come onnn , Andreee— Just, do it— it hurts more to see you just stand there and do nothing with a squeeze of lube all over your fingers!”
“Okay! Okay, just— hang in there with me. Tell me if you’re hurting, I don’t wanna hurt you, okay?”
Ranpo gives a hasty nod, even going on to grab Andre’s wrist— which was finally enough for Andre to do something, as he sticks one finger into his rear.
Feeling Andre within him, Ranpo lets out an unexpected moan, as he feels the feeling prod within him for the first time. It shouldn't be that different than— wiping, but it feels extra weird when someone else is doing it for you. Yet, when that someone else is Andre, Ranpo couldn't help but put on a brave face and give the other a smile as he grabs onto the bedding. His legs lifting himself up a little, as he adjusts to the feeling.
“Keep going— I can take it—”
Ranpo muttered, Andre nodding in response, as his finger flicked him and made room from within. Ranpo lets out labored breaths and yelps of pleasure with each flick that inadvertently hits Ranpo’s spot , yet Ranpo waves Andre along with a smile and nod of reassurance.
“I feel closer already— I can… feel how gentle you are with me— I appreciate— hnngh, it. I— appreciate you, Andre…”
Ranpo muttered, a smile curving from the corner of his lips, as a swirling mix of anticipation, pleasure, and intimacy filled him with each motion. It was without question that it started to get messy on the bed— Ranpo’s squirting precum all over in his inexperience, though that also went the same for Andre, as he wetted his own pants enough that a noticeable patch was visible, even from Ranpo’s vantage point.
“Take off your pants, Andre— looks— ahh , uncomfort—able…”
The words prompted Andre to pause, and take off his pants hastily as a result. But he appreciated it nevertheless, as a head nod served as his motioned question for him to continue with loosening Ranpo up.
“You— you look cute like this, Ranpo.”
Andre quipped, with him looking like a flustered mess all over with Andre’s tee as his top whilst he loosens him. It’s slightly dirty already from the precum that’s splattered from Ranpo moving and squirming on the bed, but perhaps that adds to the endearing factor to it all, as his inexperience showed in something that they both shared for once.
With a few flicks, and subsequent reactions, Andre could feel Ranpo slowly not clinch his finger as tightly as he did when he entered for the first time. He even put his second finger in, and made sure to make room as he pushed both fingers onto Ranpo’s walls, just to make sure it was safe. Ranpo appreciated it as much, by the looks of it. As, in the midst of a flustered face and pleasured moans, was… an appreciative gaze in his eyes, as he knew deep down that Andre is looking out for him.
With a tear of the packet, and a slip unto his cock, Andre took a deep breath of anticipation. It was like stage fright— he was afraid of doing something wrong and have the whole Agency know of it by tomorrow, but Ranpo assured him, still. He can feel he was scared, and he didn’t push him away for it. They have— all the time in the world this morning. The world seemed like it stopped for them, even if just for a second.
“Ranpo… Tell me if— anything hurts, ‘kay?”
“I’ll trust you not to hurt me. Like I always do.”
Andrea’s eyes widened at Ranpo’s words of assurance. He knows deep down that he does, but— to hear him say it was just the type of assurance that he needs to move forward.
He knew he was invincible whenever he had him.
Andrea initially moved his body forward to try and line his cock up with Ranpo’s ass whilst keeping them both within their respective lines of vision, though, it seemed as if Andrea’s caution gave off the exact opposite effect, once more. After grabbing and digging onto Ranpo’s shoulders as he lined himself up, Ranpo suddenly grabbed him and laid him down on the bed as his face had a mix of anticipation and delayed gratification. He was squirming at the thought of Andre within him, and— again, it almost physically hurt him to not have the feeling of Andre fill him from the inside again. And it feels like Andre is— the sun that glistened his skin golden through the blinds.
Andre could only watch as Ranpo hastily rimmed his ass on Andre’s cock, and the other yelped a little in surprise as a result of the feeling of his erect member upon him. It was— vastly different, so to say, yet Ranpo braved himself into the unknown. He squinted slightly as he moved himself down, and his hands held on to his shoulder and the bed. It felt like Ranpo was holding onto dear life from how tightly his hands gripped his shoulder, yet Andre persevered, reassuring Ranpo and making sure he’s well.
“ Ahh– that's it… that's it… Slowly— slowly… don't hurt yourself, Ranpo... I'm here… I won't go anywhere… I’m here… I’ll be here— always, for you…”
His words caressed Ranpo like those warm touches that he gave him just a few moments ago, and it helped Ranpo inch down slowly, yet surely with every spoken word of praise. His length filled him like a warmth that he never felt before, and— he felt closer to him, closer than he'd ever been, a feeling that he continued to inch himself down upon until he reached the base of Andre’s cock.
At reaching Andre’s base, Ranpo’s hands gave way and let's him fall an inch or two down him. But, it was enough that Ranpo’s cock shot out a string of cum at the surprise feeling of pleasure shooting up from him. The feeling prompted Ranpo to arch his back, slightly, though his hand soon caught him before he slouched fully, prompting him to laugh it off as he saw Andre’s face slightly stained by his ribbon of cum.
“Would’ve– appreciated it if you could have aimed it, somehow…”
Andre muttered, as he wiped off the ribbon of cum that Ranpo shot out from his cock. To which, Ranpo chuckled slightly, as he quipped playfully to his words.
“You look cuter with me all over you, Andre… I’m— taller than you for once, too. Guess you didn't account that into my scheme of one-upping you, hmm~?”
Andrea looked away flustered at the words of the other instead of sending a witty quip in his way. He would— but, Ranpo really is on top of him, for once. But he did appreciate feeling closer to him. He clenched him like hell, but it was oddly soothing now. Like a feeling of permanence that he'd always be there— for him, for one another. Ranpo shared it too, as he smiled at seeing the flustered expression Andre had, and curved himself over enough that he could caress him— like the times Andre would do the same for him.
“I wanna stay like this, Andre… I feel safe with you… I feel— close to you… It feels like a big hug. A— bigger hug than anything I've ever felt, Andre… I don't ever wanna let go…”
Ranpo muttered. Coincidentally, clenching him harder still as he leaked more precum from his cock whilst doing so. Though still, in his inexperience, Andrea could see genuineness and unconditional love blooming from him.
It was— physically further than they’ve ever been at this point, yet it still feels all the same as those little words of affirmation, or touches of reassurance that Andre always did to Ranpo. He's content like this. It… really feels like a deeper hug more than anything.
“Don't think we can keep this safely for long, but— I love you too, Ranpo. So much more than words could say, and— maybe this gets to a point. Love you all the same— Ranpo…”
Andre speaks to Ranpo, capping off his words with a smile to the other, whilst heaving heavy breaths as he holds his weight still on his thighs.
“You look like you want a change of positions, Andre—?”
“Well, the hell I do… maybe something that doesn't force me to hold your weight on my— thighs?”
“I think I can manage…”
Ranpo then slowly pulls himself up from Andre, again, which elicited more moans from the both of them as they felt their engulfing feelings release from one another. From their brief pause, the two spent the occasion kissing again, as it felt like the right thing to do after such a deep expression of love. Their kisses were sloppy as before, laden with inexperience, much like the way Ranpo rode Andre, but the extra sensation of Ranpo’s member squirting in excitement with every slip of the tongue and brush of his cock further aroused the both of them.
“—okay. How are we… gonna do this, Ranpo?”
“I lay down, you face the same way as I do. So it's like— spooning, and we're both laying down so my ass’s not riding your thighs all the time.”
“Yeah— we can… save that for another time. Think this morning, we can go a little easier.”
“Okay. I'll help you, Andre. You have me… I have you. That's what lovers are, right?”
“Yeah. I'll need— all the help I can get, from the greatest detective.”
Ranpo’s ears slightly turned red as he faced away and into the window, and Andre smiled a little as he noticed the blush from behind. To it, Andre gave a kiss to his nape as he too laid down with Ranpo, before his hand wrapped him from behind, surrounding him with the same warmth as before.
Slowly, Ranpo moved backwards towards Andre, and Andre used his spare hand to line his member up to Ranpo’s ass as he moved back. There were a few more moans, a few draws of breath from the teeth, and some writhes. But in every step, and every inch… was reassurance. Reassurance that they'd both be there— always. And as the sun serenaded the both of them under its golden blanket, and the sounds of both of their pants filled each other's ears… they slowly felt at ease, as the deep, enveloping sensation of each other's presence calmed them as they slowly drifted into sleep.
Though just before Andre drifted to unconsciousness, he pulled out of Ranpo, he still hugged him like they were inseparable. With a small peck to his nape from behind, he twines his hand with Ranpo’s, and presses his nose to him as he feels haste overtake him.
It was more tiring than he thought— but, he couldn't have picked a better person to do this for the first time.
How grateful he is… to find someone who can love him— and who he can love unconditionally.