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Poe smoked on occasion. Usually when he was stressed, but mostly when he was anxious about writing his next novel. He didn’t like the habit, but to him, it was calming in a way. It made all his anxieties melt away so he could focus on the task.
This month though had been particularly stressful. If you entered Poe's room you could smell the lingering scent of smoke pushing through the light scent of a soft candle, and with his biggest deadline coming up he was stressed beyond belief. Ranpo had begun to worry for his boyfriend's well-being, but every time he texted, he was hit with an ‘I’m fine’ or a ‘Do not worry about me, dear Ranpo’
Ranpo was sure as hell worrying. He didn’t quite yet know about Poe’s smoking habit but when he snuck through Poe’s mansion to check up on him, he figured that might be the case.
‘When I get off work’ He really wasn’t in the mood for being yelled at by Kunikida.
So he sat, and he waited, and he complained. Atsushi had to deal with most of the whining before Dazai and Yosano came back from a mission. But when they got back he ran like the wind downstairs to chat with Lucy.
Dazai and Yosano asked him bothersome questions about their case and in turn Ranpo was rewarded lollipops and pastries. He complained about staying until work ended and then having to come into work the following day because that’s how a job works.
Ultimately he just decided to dip 2 hours before his work day was complete and go see his boyfriend.
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Ranpo walked into Poe’s room to see the balcony doors open to a beautiful sunset sky, in an attempt to clear out the smoke, and a pile of loose paper held in place by a raven-shaped paperweight. He could hear the shower running in the connected bathroom so he plopped himself onto the bed next to, a now very disturbed, Karl.
The water stopped running and Ranpo could hear the rustling of a towel and footsteps headed toward the door connecting the bathroom to the suite. Neglecting to notice Ranpo, Poe walked into his room with a towel hanging very low on his hips, exposing his v-line. He turned to face the wardrobe and as he was starting to remove the towel, Ranpo just had to comment.
“Nice ass Ed,”
Poe shrieked and cursed in english spinning around to see who was there, nearly flinging the towel across the room.
“When did you get here?” He yelled, clearly very frightened
“Like ten minutes ago, now continue. I would like to watch,” Ranpo said with a sly smile pasted across his face.
Poe grabbed a silk robe from his wardrobe and threw it on before dropping the towel.
“Aww boo, I wanted to see your ass,” Ranpo pouted, getting off the bed.
The detective sauntered over to his boyfriend. The robe had fallen off Poe’s right shoulder and was loosely wrapped around his waist. Ranpo snaked his hand around the writer's neck and pulled him down into a light kiss.
“I wasn’t expecting you, my love,” Poe said pushing his hair down into his face, “I wish you had told me so I could tidy up,”
Ranpo kissed him again, combing Poe’s hair back out of his face. “But what’s the fun in that,” He said smiling at the blush that was displayed across Poe’s cheeks.
“It smells like smoke in here,” He brought up
Poe chuckled nervously, “I have a tight deadline, so I’m a tad stressed at the moment, I apologize, darling,”
Ranpo nuzzled into Poe’s neck and moved his hands down to hold the older man's waist, “I don’t mind,” He said, “It’s a nice change of pace from the smell of ink,”
Poe wrapped his arms around the detective's neck, threading his fingers through his hair, “I haven’t seen you in a while, I wish I looked more put together,” Poe said kissing the top of Ranpo’s head
“You look amazing,” Ranpo smiled, placing small kisses on the crook of his lover's neck, “So exposed and so vulnerable, just for me,” A shiver was sent up Poe’s spine as he felt soft lips touch his skin.
There was movement on his waist as Ranpo slipped his right hand down to grab Poe’s ass. The detective lifted the hem of his boyfriend’s robe and cupped the bare skin, squeezing it just a little. Poe jolted at the touch but figured it would find its way back if he tried to move Ranpo’s hand.
“Ranpo dear, I really must get back to writing,” Poe said, as Ranpo began to suck hickeys up the taller man’s neck.
“Must you,” He whined, continuing up Poe’s neck and back to his lips, “It’s been so long since I saw you last, let’s have sex,” Ranpo squeezed again to accentuate his point
Poe’s cheeks flushed, “Love, I’m almost done with it, give me an hour,” Poe reasoned, “No distractions, then I will consider,”
He whined again, looking up at the other with puppy dog eyes.
“I said, give me an hour, please,” Poe leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Ranpo’s lips, slowly removing the detective's grip from his butt and waist.
He pouted but complied and Poe made his way over to his messy desk to continue. He sat down and lit a cigarette, letting it hang loosely between his right middle and forefingers. The novelist started writing, taking a drag from the smoke every once and a while.
Ranpo groaned as he watched Poe sit there, legs crossed left over right in his slutty little silk robe. He watched how effortlessly the pen glided across the paper and how Poe would knock off ash into a small black ashtray on the desk next to him.
Ranpo couldn’t take it, he walked over to his love and leaned his head down over his right shoulder.
“Has it been an hour yet?” He asked
Poe glanced over at the younger man, “It has been 5 minutes my love,” he responded leaving a peck on the other's cheek. Ranpo groaned again and sat down, slumping against the frame of the too-big desk. Eventually, the detective found himself under the desk nestled against the writer's inner thigh.
Poe was in work mode though, and work mode meant nothing could distract him and Ranpo knew that. He’d tested it before, usually with small touches and loud blabbering. So, he decided to try to take it up a notch. He started with small licks against his lover's inner thigh and progressively moved up to sucking small marks onto the soft skin.
Internally, Poe was screaming, but he tried to keep a calm composed exterior in hopes of finishing the manuscript before the hour was up. He could feel small bites on his thigh and small hands snaking toward the hem of his robe. His breathing got heavier so he took another drag from the cigarette to calm down.
“Poe~” Ranpo drawled into the skin of the writer’s thigh
Poe took in a deep breath and continued scrawling across the page. Ranpo pouted, he hated being ignored. He huffed and decided he needed to try something else. The detective slid out from under the desk granting Poe momentary peace, until Ranpo plopped himself on the writer's lap, straddling his thighs. He leaned into the crook of Poe’s neck and ground down against his crotch.
Poe took in a sharp inhale and nearly dropped his cigarette at the sudden movement. Ranpo snickered, he knew what he was doing. Given that Poe only wore a thin robe, Ranpo’s movement affected him immensely.
He took in a deep draw from his, almost gone, cigarette and blew it down onto Ranpo in a trying attempt to distract him.
“Why don’t you take a break,” Ranpo mumbled against the tallers neck, “Huh Poe?”
“You still have 40 minutes dear,” He responded, “and if you keep asking, I’ll call Yosano to come pick you up,”
Ranpo pouted and slumped down in his lap.
Within the next 36 minutes, Ranpo tried an unbelievable amount of times to get Poe to turn away from his work. He didn’t let up and continued writing. At this point, Ranpo had left dark red hickeys and small bite marks up Poe’s neck and across his thighs.
He had, yet again, swung his leg over Poe. But this time he had stripped his top layers, leaving him in only his boxers and button-down. Poe lit a new cigarette and continued writing. Even though he would admit he was starting to get sloppy, his handwriting was borderline illegible and he couldn’t think about the plot, much less anything else. Yet still he persisted.
“Edgar~”
“You’re doing so well my love, just give me a few more minutes,” Poe said with a slight stutter
He continued to scrawl messily and finished within 10 minutes. He set the pen down and snuck his left hand around the detective’s waist. He gently lifted Ranpo’s head with the palm of his right hand, not wanting to scorch his with the cigarette.
Ranpo smiled and crashed their lips together, “I love you so much,” He said breaking away after a few seconds, “Now, can we have sex?”
“So eager,” Poe teased, pushing the hair out of his lover’s face, “What’s the magic word love?”
Ranpo pouted, “Now,” He whined, “please,”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Poe praised, kissing his boyfriend again, “I suppose you already know what I’m about to ask,”
“Bed,” Ranpo groaned as Poe nipped at his neck.
“The bed it is,” Poe snickered, “I’m afraid you’ll have you get up though lovely,”
“No, carry me,” he pouted
Poe sighed, Ranpo was too adorable to deny, “Alright.”
The detective wrapped his arms around his shoulders and Poe took a final drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray. He gripped the bottom of Ranpo’s thighs and stood up, slightly wobbling from getting up to quickly with twice the weight. He squeaked and readjusted Ranpo on his hips.
Ranpo got to work again, leaving marks up and across the tallers neck. Poe made his way over to the bed and set Ranpo down on his back. Poe leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the detective's lips before adjusting his robe to sit back on his shoulder.
Ranpo reached up and swatted Poe’s hands away, “Take it off,”
Poe blushed and Ranpo took this momentary distraction to flip their positions so he was straddling his thighs yet again.
“You’re so pretty,” Ranpo said sliding his hands across Poe’s chest, pushing the silk fabric to the side as he did so. He sat up and admired him laying there, covering his face with his arm.
“Please do something other than stare,” Poe pleaded, “I feel very exposed,”
Ranpo giggled and leaned down to move the others arm, “Because you are,” He pointed out, “you’re only wearing a robe,”
Poe blushed even more. Ranpo kissed him, all over his face before eventually landing on his lips, “I love you, you’re so cute,”
“I love you too, my raven,” Poe responded, pressing their lips together again. The two adjusted so Poe was sitting up against the pillows and Ranpo was straddling his thighs, yet again.
“You know Ed, I feel a bit overdressed,” Ranpo hinted, “care to help me out with that?”
“Of course, my dear,” He responded, and as he started on the buttons of his shirt, Poe also began his own assault on the detective's neck. He left splotchy red marks from the base of his chin down to his collarbones, continuing lower as the white button-down began to slip down Ranpo’s shoulders. As Poe got the final button undone, Ranpo pulled his face up from the crook of his neck and passionately kissed his lips.
“You’re so hot like this Ed,” Ranpo said, “You also taste like smoke,” he added, combing Poe’s hair away from where it had fallen in his eyes. Poe’s cheeks flushed and he looked down to continue his worship of Ranpo's body. He giggled and shook the shirt off his arms, throwing it somewhere to be discovered in the morning.
Poe could feel Ranpo’s arms slide back around his neck, with one hand knitting itself in between the curls on the back of his head. Poe started back down his neck, leaving a bite mark or two in his wake. He could feel the vibrations in Ranpo's throat as he groaned at the sensation. Poe pushed down on Ranpo’s chest and lay him down, back against the sheets. Ranpo moved his legs to wrap around the poet’s hips and let his hands travel up to Poe’s cheeks to bring him down for a kiss.
Poe placed a hand on Ranpo’s chest and glanced between his face and hand for a moment. “Is this ok dear?” He asked
“Of course,” He smiled, and Poe leaned down and licked a stripe of skin from the base of his torso to his chin. Ranpo giggled in delight knowing what was going to come next. Poe rubbed the detective's chest and he shuddered as Poe ran his thumb over his nipple. Poe knew his chest was sensitive and couldn't wait to see his partner fall apart under his touch.
He pressed a chaste kiss on it before running his tongue over it. Ranpo let out a content sigh that soon turned into a moan as he felt teeth graze the nipple.
Poe’s second hand made its way down to his crotch. He was truly falling apart.
Poe gave the bud one last lick before bringing his head up to look at Ranpo. He slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers.
“May I?” He asked, tugging at the elastic
“Please,” Ranpo untangled his legs from behind Poe’s back so he could take the boxers off. But before he did he palmed his dick through the fabric and pressed a kiss on Ranpo’s lips.
“Wow, you’re this hard already?” Poe teased, “I must be pretty good,”
Ranpo loved how confident Poe could get in bed, it made him feel some type of way. He moaned into Poe’s lips and he took it as a sign to take off the boxers for real this time.
Poe fully sat up and just admired Ranpo’s physique as he tied back his hair. Now it was his turn to get flustered. Ranpo covered his face with his arm and looked over to the side.
“Stop staring,” He mumbled
Poe snickered, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” He said moving to bring Ranpo upright, “You’re just so gorgeous my darling,” He nuzzled his face into Ranpo’s neck and placed small kisses up till he reached his mouth.
“I love you,” He said against the detective's lips
Ranpo was going to reply but he felt a hand tease his dick and that caught all words in his throat
“Let me hear your voice, my love,”
Ranpo was practically melting under Poe’s touch, but that was the last straw. He whined and Poe snickered.
“Such a good boy, you’re doing so well,” He said adjusting himself down in between Ranpo’s legs. He could hardly keep it together anymore, the praise and the teasing were too much for him.
Poe rested his cheek on the fat of Ranpo’s inner thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so beautiful my love,” He said placing small kisses across the face of his thigh, “You’re such an amazing detective,”
He nipped at the skin and Ranpo whimpered. He could feel the writer smile against his thigh.
“Ed, please,” He sighed
“Please what?”
He groaned, “Touch me, p-please,” the words came out with a soft stutter
Poe kissed the detective's thigh once again, “As you wish, darling~”
He slid a hand up to the other's crotch and wrapped his fingers around the base of Ranpo’s arousal slowly pumping as he continued to suck and nip his inner thighs.
Ranpo was whining and whimpering out of control and that only fueled Poe’s fire. He took his hand off Ranpo’s dick and licked up the back before taking it into his mouth.
He had to courage to look down at Poe and was met with the most lewd sight he could’ve imagined. Poe was looking straight back up at him as his teeth skated across the skin.
Ranpo full on moaned and grabbed a clump of his hair, effectively messing up the ponytail Poe had just put in.
He forced his lover's head down until he could feel the back of the other’s throat against the tip. Poe hummed as his head was brought back up and it sent a shiver up the detective’s spine
“Fu-mmhhhh,” He tried to speak, but only unholy sound would escape from his mouth, “Ed- fuck,”
The writer laughed a little and his head was shoved back down with a force that made him gag. He tapped the others thigh, signaling he needed a moment to breathe and Ranpo released his grip on Poe’s hair.
When he sat up he coughed for a second and Ranpo leaned forward to make sure he was alright.
“Are you ok? Was I too rough?” He asked cupping his face
“I’m fine my love,” He laughed, wiping the pre-cum from the corner of his mouth, “The smoke’s from earlier are just catching up to me,”
Ranpo giggled along with him and leaned in to kiss him, which he happily accepted, “Now please, I need you in my ass yesterday,” Ranpo huffed as Poe ran his mouth along the marks he made on his neck.
“As you wish,”
Poe laid Ranpo back down and he reached under the pillow and brought out lube and a condom.
“Prepared are we? What a smart detective,” He said, his southern drawl seeping a little into his already slurring Japanese
Ranpo huffed and covered his face and he heard the cap pop open. Poe spread the lube across his fingers and smiled, looking down at his lover.
“This is going to be cold, are you sure you’re ready?” He asked rubbing the detective’s thigh with his un-lubed hand
Ranpo nodded, “I need verbal confirmation dear,” He said moving his hand to cup his waist.
He groaned, “Yeah, yes, please ed,”
“It’s nice to hear you beg like that,” He slid his first finger in to the second knuckle and Ranpo was already a whimpering mess, who knew he could be so sensitive. Poe did, Poe knew.
He pushed in further and waited a moment before putting a second finger in. He let them sit and let Ranpo adjust before curling them in to graze the prostate.
The detective moaned so damn loud Poe could’ve sworn he was gonna come right then and there.
And before Ranpo could make another sound, Poe already had his mouth on his and was drinking up every whine and whimper he had to offer. His middle and ring finger thrusted in and out, scissoring them ever so often to prepare for his sex(synonym for cock).
He added and third finger just for good measure and slowly pulled them in and out, listening to the impatient whimpers Ranpo let out. When he thought he was ready he slid the fingers out and Ranpo whined at the loss emptiness and looked down to Poe with foggy eyes.
He’d taken his hair down and was about to tear the condom wrapper open when Ranpo stopped him.
“I want to feel you tonight Edgar, please,” He said shakily, Poe looked up at him and set the package off to the side
“Are you sure love?” He asked, just to confirm
“Yes, please,” He whispered, “I need you,”
“You’re sure sure,” Poe said again in attempt to rile him up, it worked
“GOD YES DAMMIT,” He yelled, “JUST PUT YOUR DICK IN MY ASS ALREADY, SHIT!”
Poe snickered, “Alright alright, since you’ve been so patient,”
He lifted up Ranpo’s hips to align himself with him and slowly pushed in until he fully bottomed out.
Ranpo was covering his mouth in attempt to stifle his moans. His attempt failed miserably when Poe leaned down to kiss him.
“Are you ready my love?” He asked
“I was ready an hour ago,” And then in a low whisper he added, “Ruin me,”
He knew Ranpo was serious so he placed one hand right next to Ranpo’s head and the other on his thigh.
Poe pulled his hips back and thrust them forward, earning a surprised gasp from Ranpo. He did it again and, this time, earning a mix of moan and gasp.
He began thrusting in and out, setting a nice pace as he pounded into the detective. He laid there mouth agape, eyes nearly closed, and nails eagerly scratching at the skin on his back. Poe quickened his pace a little and, by the new expression on Ranpo’s face, started banging against the prostate.
Ranpo was literally speechless, any words he would try to speak just got caught in his throat and came out as choked moans and curse words. Truthfully it was the quietest Poe had ever seen him, and it was glorious.
The speed and almost consistent hitting of his prostate had Ranpo nearing the edge. He could feel it bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.
He looked up to Poe and made eye contact as he got rammed into. Poe could tell what he was trying to say and returned the same glance, he was close too.
Ranpo moved his hands from Poe’s back to around his neck, bringing his head down so their foreheads touched. It was sweaty and gross, but neither of them cared in the moment. They were together and that’s all that mattered.
The two rid out their orgasms together and Poe pulled out and collapsed to the side of Ranpo, who rolled over and nuzzled his face into his chest.
“Please my love, I’m so gross right now,” He said, “We should clean up,”
“Just a few minutes,” Ranpo mumbled wrapping his arms around Poe’s torso
Poe sighed and returned the gesture.
“Only five minutes, I need to change the bedding and clean you off,”
“You mean out?” Ranpo joked
Poe flushed and groaned in embarrassment, much less cocky now that it was over.
Five minutes came and went and Poe got up, with heavy protest from Ranpo, and ran a bath for the both of them.
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The next morning Ranpo was rudely awakened by his phone alarm with no boyfriend beside him. He pouted for a second until he smelled breakfast. He got up and hobbled down to the kitchen where he found Poe in a robe and apron making pancakes for two.
Poe looked up to see his disheveled partner and giggled a little.
“Good morning darling,” He said meeting Ranpo at the bottom of the stairs, giving him a peck on the forehead before helping him into a chair.
“Remind me why I let you go so hard last night,” He groaned stretching out his back, to which Poe laughed again.
Ranpo, in turn, groaned again at the realization he would have to go into work like this. Dazai and Yosano were definitely going to pick on him.
“Do you need a scarf, love?” Poe asked, pouring the detective a mug of hot chocolate
He nodded laying his head down on the counter, mentally preparing for the day ahead.
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Poe dropped him off at the agency and he was, to the surprise of Kunikida, on time. He even got there before Dazai and Yosano. He took this opportunity to hide under his desk before the arrived in hopes that they wouldn’t find him, but much to his dismay, as soon as they came looking Kunikida ratted him out.
They peered under the desk and collectively burst out in laughter before joining him on the hardwood floor.
“So, I’m guessing something happened Mr. Detective,” Yosano teased tugging at his scarf
Ranpo huffed, “Nothing happened, I just watched him write,”
“Oh yeah, well that scarf says otherwise,” Dazai said, “It’s the middle of spring, what a genius you are,”
“Waita talk bandage boy, I see you and -kida sneaking around,” He spat back
“Yeah yeah, whatever, just show us the damage,”
He pulled off the scarf to reveal and array of dark reddish-purple hickies and soft bite marks covering his chin down to his chest.
“Damn genius! He’s down bad ain’t he,” Yosano said, covering her mouth in an attempt to be quiet.
“You should see him,” Ranpo murmured stuffing a lollipop into his mouth
“Should we? Why don’t you take a lap around the office and then talk,” Dazai laughed
Ranpo glared at him, and he glared hard, “That’s it, no more help on your cases!”
“Hey! What? That’s no fair,” Yosano complained
“Just because your boyfriend banged your brains out doesn’t mean we get this kind of treatment,” Dazai protested
“Sucks to suck I guess,” Ranpo said sticking out his tounge.
And somewhere in Yokohama city there was a tall American having a sneezing fit.